clergé - Chapitre 58
Suddenly, a strange "clanging" sound rang in my ears.
It felt as if her chest was being torn apart. She looked down and saw a black-feathered arrow piercing her left breast with perfect accuracy.
The ferocious flames seeped from her snow-white skin, devouring her delicate bodice and consuming all her joy. She didn't even have time to utter a cry of alarm before she tumbled down from the clouds like a wounded fledgling.
The world spun around me, and I was heartbroken.
She rolled for an unknown amount of time before finally coming to a stop amidst the hasty obstruction of rocks and gravel. The burning pain made her vision turn bloodshot, and through the blur, she seemed to see someone come to her side to check her injuries.
It hurts, it hurts so much...
"...right in the heart." She heard someone report.
Help me, help me...
She reached out to the man longingly, but her whole body felt as if it were being scorched by flames, and she could not do anything or make any sound.
Then she heard a familiar voice.
"This woman is cunning. Let's stab her wound again to prevent future trouble."
In an instant, she didn't even have the strength to think.
Why? She really wanted to ask.
A cold glint flashed, and a sharp dagger pierced her chest with a dull thud.
Crystalline tears slid down her long eyelashes.
The scariest thing in the world isn't that your crush doesn't like you, but that they say they like you while secretly arranging for someone to kill you.
The most despairing thing in the world is not that your loved one arranges for someone to kill you, but that they are afraid you won't die and want to stab your wounds again with their own hands.
She finally lost all hope and no longer wanted to breathe or even wake up.
Pang Wan died on the tenth day of the sixth month. On that day, she wore a fairy-like white gauze dress, danced a graceful and moving dance, and sent herself into the abyss in a grand manner.
An hour before that, she had been whispering sweet nothings to her sweetheart, fantasizing about spending the rest of her life with him.
Pang Wan died, at the most Mary Sue moment of her life.
(The White Lotus Flower Roll is finished)
Author's note: Alright, you've got what you wanted.
My first kiss was gone, and I lost my life too. As someone once said, the last meal before death is always the best.
P.S.: The next one won't start for a few days, I need to rest~ This one should be enough to torture you guys, right? Hehe~
【Phoenix Scroll】
Chapter Eleven
Red clothes grow on mulberry trees
The desert sands resemble snow, and the river bends are like crescent moons.
Just as no one imagined that flowers could bloom from the cracks in rocks, no one knew that such a beautiful river could exist deep in the vast desert.
The clear and tranquil Emerald River resembles a jade belt.
As usual, Sang Shangsheng lay under the boat awning, basking in the sun.
It's already late autumn, and winter will arrive in a few days. There won't be many more leisurely days like this.
The leisurely pace didn't last long before the sound of rustling footsteps suddenly reached their ears. It sounded like there were two people, one of whom was a master of light footwork.
—After being lonely for so long, am I finally going to be useful?
As he thought this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and casually pushed his straw hat up onto his head.
"Boatman, we need to cross the river."
A young man in black with a cold expression appeared in front of him.
Not far behind him, a young girl with her hair styled in twin buns was running hard, panting heavily and covered in sweat, probably because she was in a hurry.
"Now is not my time to work."
Sang Shangsheng glanced at the young man with a nonchalant air, not intending to pay him any attention—he hated this kind of pampered young master.
Nobody asked for your opinion.
A dazzling white light flashed, and a sharp sword was placed against his neck; another inch downward and it would pierce his throat.
"I only need your ship."
The boy finished speaking expressionlessly, then with a flick of his wrist, he was about to plunge the cold sword into the boy's flesh.
"Senior brother, stop!"
A sudden, sweet cry stopped Sang Shangsheng from making his preparatory move.
He rolled his eyes and looked at the speaker with great interest.
The girl was anxiously looking at the boy in black. She probably hadn't fully recovered yet; her face was as pale as paper, and her chest was heaving.
"He's annoying." The sword's edge froze in mid-air, a hint of displeasure flashing across the young man's handsome face.