allonlinenovel Chapter 220 Last Words
Chapter 220 Last Words
Here, Mr. Li carefully lifted Huo Jianjie off Huo Shuixian's body. When his eyes fell on the shocking and huge wound on Huo Jianjie's abdomen, his breathing suddenly stopped, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.
Huo Jianjie's stomach was ripped open, and his intestines were faintly visible. The scene was extremely bloody. Old Master Li sighed in his heart, thinking that with such a serious injury, even if Hua Tuo were alive, he would probably not be able to save him.
But he still held on to a glimmer of hope, and quickly took out the hemostatic medicine from his arms. With his hands trembling slightly, he sprinkled it on Huo Jianjie's stomach without hesitation. However, as soon as the hemostatic medicine touched the wound, it was quickly washed away by the gushing blood.
Huo Shuixian knelt aside, staring at Huo Jianjie with her eyes fixed. Her lips had been bitten until they bled. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if she could hold on to the life that was about to disappear.
Huo Jianjie's gaze was directed empty towards the distant dark sky, his eyes full of regret and reluctance.
When he was dying, the only person on his mind was Murong Ling'er. He wanted to see her again and tell her the secret that had been hidden for so long, that she was not his biological daughter.
Unfortunately, he felt that his vitality was slipping away bit by bit, and he was afraid that he would not be able to wait until that moment.
Huo Jianjie's eyes gradually widened, but his gaze became uncontrollably unfocused. His body felt like it was falling into an ice cellar, he felt cold and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Just when he thought he was about to fall into endless darkness, suddenly, a loud and long cry of the Golden Eagle King pierced the night sky and reached his ears.
"Miss Murong!" With a shout, Murong Ling'er descended from the sky like a fairy. She was light and graceful, and with her toes lightly tapping the ground, she came to Huo Jianjie's side in a few steps.
As soon as she saw Huo Jianjie lying on the ground, dying, her eyes instantly became cold and resolute, as if she had become a different person.
She quickly took out a pill emitting a mysterious light from her bosom and stuffed it into Huo Jianjie's mouth without hesitation. Then she danced with her hands, and the spiritual energy in her body continued to flow out, turning into a layer of soft light, gently covering Huo Jianjie's belly with a big hole in it.
With the nourishment of spiritual energy, Huo Jianjie's wound, which had been bleeding continuously, miraculously began to heal slowly.
Huo Jianjie's scattered eyes slowly gathered. He raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at Murong Ling'er, whose face was as cold as a murderous god, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Suddenly, he used up his last bit of strength, reached out and held Murong Linger's shoulders.
Murong Ling'er's heart moved, knowing that he had something to say, and quickly put her ear close to his mouth.
"Ling'er, I'm sorry, Dad lied to you. Actually, you are not from the Huo Marquis Mansion. You are the daughter of the former Protector of the Nation General's Mansion."
Huo Jianjie's voice was weak and trembling, and every word seemed to use up all his strength. "Ling'er, take good care of Chen'er and don't seek revenge."
"After Dad dies, you should leave! The farther away the better. Take Chen'er and hide away far away. Don't seek revenge."
Huo Jianjie's eyes were filled with pleading and reluctance. He knew very well how dangerous this world was and didn't want Murong Ling'er and Murong Chen to fall into that endless vortex of hatred. "Ling'er, be obedient! Don't seek revenge. Dad just wants you to be safe."
Murong Ling'er listened quietly.
She nodded vigorously and swore in her heart that she would not let anyone who hurt them go.
The mountain wind was howling, the setting sun was blood-red, Huo Jianjie lay dying in Huo Shuixian's arms, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Twenty years...that secret..." After saying that, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he closed his eyes as if relieved.
Huo Shuixian was heartbroken and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Dad! Wake up! Don't abandon your daughter!"
The shrill cry made Deng Lihua and Huo Zihao, who rushed over, feel heartbroken. They staggered towards Huo Jianjie's body, and their cries echoed in the valley.
Chu Lingfeng stood there blankly, feeling full of self-blame.
If Huo Jianjie hadn't been distracted by saving Sun Ying just now, how could he have suffered such a misfortune? He felt that he was the culprit, clenching his fists in pain, his knuckles turning white.
Murong Ling'er watched all this expressionlessly, without a trace of emotion in her eyes.
Suddenly, the black ice shield in her hand flashed with light, and instantly split into countless ice arrows, shooting towards the group of bandits like a storm.
Wherever the ice arrows went, the bandits were frozen into ice sculptures, and then they shattered one after another, and blood mist filled the air.
"This... what kind of magic is this!" The bandit leader widened his eyes in horror. He wanted to turn around and run away, but Murong Ling'er suddenly flashed in front of him, blocking his way.
"Did you kill him?" Murong Ling'er's voice was as cold as ice.
The bandit leader collapsed to the ground in fear, trembling and saying, "No...it wasn't me, someone else ordered it!"
Murong Ling'er snorted coldly, and the black ice shield began to spin in her hand, making a buzzing sound.
She flashed and rushed into the group of bandits, moving around like a ghost. Every time she swung her shield, blood splattered and the bandits' limbs flew everywhere.
A bandit raised his knife in fear and chopped at her. Murong Ling'er dodged it gently by leaning sideways, and with her backhand, she pierced the bandit's chest with a shield. Blood gushed out and splashed on her face, but she didn't care at all, and her eyes became even colder.
Murong Chen hid behind Chu Si, staring at the bandit leader, with flames of hatred burning in his eyes.
For a moment, the only sounds on the battlefield were the bandits' screams and Murong Ling'er's sneer.
After a while, the bandits fell to the ground in a mess, and their blood dyed the ground red.
Murong Ling'er, holding the blood-stained black ice shield, slowly walked towards the bandit leader, and every step seemed to be stepping on his heart.
"Ah ah ah ah ah……"
The bandit leader's screams suddenly pierced the sky.
Murong Ling'er's eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness, and the black ice shield in her hand instantly burst out with a dazzling cold light, shooting out like a silver lightning.
Her figure flashed like a ghost, and in an instant she was in front of the bandit leader. The black ice shield turned into an icy light and shadow, cutting at the bandit leader's body. Each cut brought up a blood mist, and for a moment, flesh and blood flew everywhere, it was a horrible sight.
Huo Shuixian, Deng Lihua and Huo Zihao were also shocked by the sudden bloody scene. Their crying stopped abruptly and they turned to look over here, their faces full of astonishment and fear.
At this moment, the wind seemed to be disturbed by the bloody smell, blowing past with a whistling sound, sending the strong and pungent smell of blood into everyone's nasal cavity, making people almost nauseous.
The bandit leader's screams were like the cries of a night owl, sharp and shrill, and the sounds were so piercing that they frightened people.
Everyone was stunned by Murong Ling'er's ferocious appearance like a killer. There was a sudden silence all around, only the burning flames swaying in the wind, reflecting Murong Ling'er's figure standing in a pool of blood, like a vengeful Shura returning from hell, exuding a chilling aura.
Suddenly, a crow started up from the treetop nearby, croaking, and seemed to be frightened by the bloody scene. It flapped its wings and flew away.
In the light of the fire, the blood on the blade of the black ice shield in Murong Ling'er's hand slowly dripped into the pool of blood on the ground, splashing tiny blood flowers.
There was no expression on her face, as if all this was just a trivial massacre. Only her slightly trembling hands revealed the surging emotions deep within her heart...