"Pfft——"
Poisonous wine enters the throat, burning the heart like a burning fire. Ling Su was pushed hard by Qin Feng and fell into the rotten mud of the mass grave. The sharp pain of his bones hitting the gravel was far less than the piercing hatred in his heart.
"Why?" She coughed up black blood. In her blurred vision, she saw that Qin Feng's face, which she had once fallen in love with, was now full of sinisterness. "I prepared medicine for you to save people, but you..."
"For what?" Qin Feng knelt down and ran over her hand that was holding the Medicine King Valley Token with the toe of his boot. His tone was contemptuous, "Of course it's for the general's military power and to cling to the princess. You, a stupid chess piece that only knows how to cure diseases, should die here when you're done with it."
In the distance, the enemy soldiers cheered. Ling Su suddenly thought of Mo Chenyuan - the Zhenbei general who guarded the border and never lost a victory, the iron-blooded war god who always watched her in silence as she prepared the medicine. At this moment, he was probably like his soldiers, falling under the "life-saving medicine" she had prepared by her own hands, bleeding from all his orifices, and dying without closing his eyes.
The putrid smell poured into his nose, and the poisonous pain gnawed at his internal organs. Ling Su used the last bit of strength to press half of the Medicine King Valley token into the palm of his hand. The blood beads followed the lines of the token: "Qin Feng! If there is an afterlife, I, Ling Su, will use poison as a needle and blood as a guide, so that you and all evil people... Pay with blood!"
The second before her consciousness sank into darkness, she seemed to see Mo Chenyuan's blood-stained armor shatter into scarlet in the sunset.
