Lu Daolian's legs oozed hot blood, his face pale as paper, his breath erratic. "Lotus, Lotus Slave admits her wrongs..."
The maid, splattered with hot blood, giggled with both joy and heartache, as she hugged Lu Daolian in her arms. "Good, that's right. Here, let sister feed you ... Who's there!"
Boom! An explosive sound erupted as black and white swirling Dragon Sword storms surged from behind, directly striking at the maid's smooth, jade-like back.
After all, she was a monster of the Nascent Soul Realm. The maid, even while hugging someone, twisted her waist and managed to dodge the sword storm that was almost upon her!
"Giggle, little Lotus Slave, don't panic. Watch as your sister takes the heart and liver of this traitor to heal you—crack—crack—crack—"
