"Wake her up!"
One bucket after another of frozen water poured on the wounded woman on the ground. Her pretty face was frozen to purple, no different from the female corpse in the ice coffin.
Suddenly, her eyelids trembled slightly.
What's wrong? It's so cold...
Her consciousness was still scattered, but the coldness like an ice cellar made her sober up.
"Wake up!" Countless people covered their faces with a huge net, and their ferocious faces became extremely ugly in the flying snow.
A cold and deep voice was clearly heard. "If you're not dead, continue to fight!"
When Yu Ying heard this, her consciousness immediately became clear.
"She didn't die?"
Where was this place?
She saw the snow all over the ground, the solemn mansion with lanterns hanging on it, but there was no joy.
It was already late, and the whole courtyard was lit up by the palace lights, which made it look strange and yellowish. There was a circle of young male servants and old maids in ancient clothes standing around them, and all of them looked hateful.
What was going on?
She remembered that she had fallen into a trap and was chased by her family. It was clear that she had succeeded in performing the Phantom Art, but the car suddenly exploded on the way back...
She did not want to recall the scene of being torn into ashes by the explosion at all. Just thinking about it made her extremely painful and full of hatred.
But where was this place? Did she time-travel?
Swoosh-
A long whip was thrown down violently, as if it wanted to kill her!
Ignoring the pain, Yu Ying took a deep breath and turned over to avoid this vicious whip.
"How dare you hide?"
In the dark night, the man in black clothes with a cold face narrowed his eyes, ordered to stop others' behavior, and then took the whip.
Just like a hunter who wanted to conquer his prey, the black robe approached her step by step, and the silver silk dragon on her sleeve turned into a human-eating azure-masked beast.
He raised his hand, and the long whip shot out a cold light along with his wrist, falling hard on her body!
She moved so fast that she couldn't avoid it!
Yu Ying almost cried out in pain, but she clenched her teeth tightly. Her eyes were red as she stared at the man who had hit her with the whip.
The man was as handsome as a god, but his face was as cold as ice. He was surrounded by a strong evil spirit, as if he were the king of hell from hell, which was daunting!
She gritted her teeth and tried her best to push back. "You only know how to hit women. Are you a fucking man? I'm going to kill you here today!"
The man hung the long whip and stood with his hands behind his back like the Supreme of Demons. He looked at the woman in front of him coldly. "You still don't admit your mistake?"
Yu Ying gritted her teeth and secretly gathered all her consciousness into her palms and soles of her feet. Finally, she straightened her body.
"Wrong?"
"I have never admitted my mistake in my life!"
The corners of her mouth curled into an unruly arc, and she spat out all the blood in her mouth to Nangong Ye!
Nangong Ye was splashed with blood by Yu Ying who was caught off guard. His eyes turned cold. "Xiahou Yan, you're courting death!"
"Don't you understand human language? I don't want to live today!"
While speaking, Yu Ying "hopped" in front of Nangong Ye and gave him several punches. As the palm wind rose, she deeply felt that her body couldn't keep up with the changes of Kung Fu!
What's going on? This isn't her body!
In addition, he was now fighting with injuries, so he was completely suppressed by the man in less than ten moves.
"There's a way to heaven, but you don't go, and there's no door to hell. Since you want to die so badly, I'll help you today!" Nangong Ye's voice was extremely fierce.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunder suddenly fell from the sky above the Manor, as if it was announcing the death of Xiahou Yin. Then, the whole Manor began to snow.
The astronomical phenomena were actually this strange!
The guards and maids subconsciously ran under the eaves.
Only Nangong Ye was not shaken by the sudden snowstorm. He coldly raised the long whip above Yu Ying's head, intending to give her a quick death.
However, just as the long whip fell, the sound of "Slow" accompanied the sound of rapid steps stepping on the snow came from a distance, getting closer and closer until it was only a foot away.
Yu Ying was stunned when she heard this. Was someone here to save her?
With that thought in mind, her eyelids could not help but close.
Then, with a snap, her red body fell heavily under Nangong Ye's feet.