On a battlefield littered with corpses, she donned black armor and cut off the sword with her hand. She stood up slowly and tremblingly. Her eyes were bright red. She looked at the half of the thin sword protruding from her chest. The tip of the sword was still stained with her blood. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a little dry, and it was not the brightest red.
She leaned over and gently scratched the pale and beautiful face of a corpse lying next to her with her blood-stained hands.
"My good bestie, you succeeded in killing me. I thought I would die by the enemy's sword. Thank you very much. I am Lea Aurilla. Oh! No, it's the dead Lea Aurilla who is back!"
Qi Xiaoyan walked onto the sidewalk but felt uneasy. She looked at the sky. Today must not be a good day!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
