Facing this sword as swift as lightning, Long Zu Bodhi felt as though she was locked in by a powerful killing intent, the feeling that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dodge this ferocious sword!
Am I really going to die like this?
To be killed by a single sword strike?
Is this truly going to be my final resting place?
In her heart, Long Zu Bodhi was filled with helplessness, and with regret too. Why hadn't she listened to Ye Xunhuan's words, not to target He Luo? Why hadn't she accepted Liu Qingcheng's arrangement, to have her steal?
But even if Liu Qingcheng had come, facing such a fast and fierce sword, she probably would have faced the same fate, right?
Unless it was Ye Xunhuan, who would have remained unharmed, right?
Thinking of Ye Xunhuan, Long Zu Bodhi's heart grew even more bitter. She had gone through so much trouble to find his whereabouts, wanting to marry him, but now...
Does this bastard know I'm about to die, would he be heartbroken if I died?
