Heavenly Dao Formula

"You, you bastard—how dare you cut my face!" Ning Chunan covered his broken cheek, his voice changed a little, "I am Luo Yufei's son, you must have forgotten— —I used to be a member of the Luo family!?"

Luo stepped forward lightly, and directly lifted him up. In front of the person who was sensitive, the fourth prince had no room to resist at all. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't let the other party let go of his hand.

"I'll go outside to settle this matter, and it will be over soon, without delaying the retreat plan." Luo gently looked at the two behind him.

Xia Fan cast an encouraging look, "Go."

"Thank you." She said softly as she passed by Xia Fan.

On the opposite side of the aisle was an empty cell. Luo gently threw Ning Chunan to the ground, and then summoned the Dragonscale Blade.

"You, what do you want to do? Luo Qingqing! I am the prince of Qiguo!"

Ning He had been treated like this before, his cracked cheeks felt like tens of thousands of needles, and every time he opened his mouth, it was unbearably painful, and the blood that kept gushing out covered his palms, and the sticky touch made him feel nauseous.

"Does it hurt?" She walked in front of the fourth prince, "...this sword is for that maid."

"Servant, maid?" Ning Chunan thought for a while, and then remembered that night, he seemed to hold a dagger against the maid's cheek, forcing Luo Qingwei to submit. "Are you kidding me! She's just a mere servant, and you're comparing her to me? So what if I crush her to death? You're going to kill me for this kind of thing!? Cough——"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill in his chest.

Ning Chunan lowered his head in disbelief.

I saw a golden sword protruding from his chest, and at the same time, a stabbing pain ten times more severe than his face spread from behind——

"This sword is for Luo Changtian."

Luo said lightly.

The fourth prince felt as if his back was being torn apart, he couldn't help but opened his mouth to cry out in pain, but what he shouted was not a scream, but a ball of blood foam.

The sword pierced through his chest and lungs.

Ning Chunan was horrified to find that even breathing became extremely difficult.

Every time I opened my mouth, it was as if I was cutting myself with a knife, but the air I inhaled was very small.

"Cough cough, cough... I don't know Luo Changtian at all..." He could no longer support his body, and lay curled up on the ground, "Cough... I didn't come up with the idea of ​​robbing you on the road... That's my mother...cough cough..."

"But this happened because of you, and you should pay the price."

Luo slightly raised her head, and behind Ning Chunan, she seemed to see a familiar figure.

Luo Changtian stood just a few steps away.

What he was wearing was not the alchemist uniform, but the Luo family's blue feathered robe, with a gentle and serene smile on his face. On his chest, there was no trace of a knife wound.

Is that so, you have been waiting for this scene. Luo gently returned the dragon scale to his palm, so please wait until the end.

"Cough...don't, don't come here..." Ning Chunan struggled to retreat, a ridiculous and terrifying thought came to him, that the other party really wanted to kill him. Neither the blood of the emperor nor the identity of the prince can stop this crazy woman in front of her!

Since he was born, he was told that he was a superior person, different from other sentient beings. Even now, he also knows that countless people hate him, but so what? Conspiracy, offense, and disrespect, no matter which one can make life worse than death, or even implicate the whole family. Under such a general situation, no one dared to touch him at all. No matter what kind of outrageous things he did, as long as it didn't involve the seat in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he could be forgiven.

The eldest brother and the second brother might be happy to see this.

When Ning Chunan realized that what he relied on no longer existed in front of this person, great fear pinched his heart. For the first time, he uttered the begging words that low-class people would hang on their lips, "Please...cough cough...let me die..."

But the fourth prince soon couldn't even make this sound.

The dragon scale turned into a golden light, brushed past his neck, and cut it in two against the cervical spine, leaving only half of the flesh still connected.

The blood spurted high all of a sudden, forming a column of red mist above the incision.

"This sword is for Luo Tang."

Luo Tang's figure also appeared beside Luo Changtian, she looked at Luo Qingqing tenderly, and stroked a paper crane resting on her shoulder with her right hand.

At this time, Ning Chunan had already exhaled more air and less air in.

The massive blood loss made his consciousness blurred. No matter how he opened his mouth, he could only make a muddy "drinking" sound in his throat. Judging from the shape of his mouth, what he wanted to say seemed to be "forgive me" and "I don't want to die".

Luo gently held the dragon scale with both hands, and raised it high——

"The last sword is for justice and order trampled by you!"

She bent down and stabbed, the sharp blade easily penetrated the fourth prince's chest, nailing him to the ground.

After a violent tremor, Ning Chunan's body finally stopped moving.

Luo stood up gently and looked at the two people opposite. Luo Tang and Luo Changtian looked at each other with a smile, turned around and walked away, their figures also became fainter and fainter, as if they were about to disappear.

"This... it's over."

Luo gently closed his eyes and whispered.

But when she took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, she couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

On the opposite side where the stone wall of the cell should have been, a white door stood quietly.

Compared with the uneven walls around it, it is pure white with a smooth surface, and the two should be very abrupt when put together. But Luo Qingqing couldn't feel that kind of strangeness, as if the door itself was a part of the room.

She took two steps forward, trying to reach out to touch the door.

But the moment her finger touched the door, the door disappeared without a trace, and the wall returned to its original appearance, as if what she saw just now was all an illusion.

Only the cold and hard touch still remained on the fingertips.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the prison.

Xia Fan made a slight threat, and asked the cell boss to obediently hand over the key.

He walked up to Olina, shook the key chain in his hand, and the crisp sound of collision made her raise her head slowly.

The injuries on her body were much more serious than Yan Qing's. There was hardly a piece of intact skin below the neck, and bruises, welts and brand marks remained everywhere on her exposed arms, legs and feet. Many places were already inflamed and filled with pus. Bean-sized blisters bulged. The prison clothes were also tattered, and the cuts were solidified with blood scabs, which could not be torn off. Even her silver hair has lost its former luster.

Obviously, in order to press for information, the Privy Council has been interrogating her frequently these days.

"It turned out to be you, a despicable Central Plains person." After recognizing who the person in front of her was, Olina said weakly, "Why, are you here for interrogation today? I have already said everything I can say..."

"I just have one question." Xia Fan got to the point, "Do you want to leave here?"