The Rebirth of a Daughter: My Lord, I Will Never Be a Concubine

As soon as she finished speaking, Xu Qingbian suddenly felt Su Yanhua's cold gaze suddenly rise and shoot straight at her. In an instant, a powerful force hit her, and before she could react, her neck was tightly grasped by Su Yanhua's iron-like hands, and she was mercilessly lifted up.

Instantly, a strong feeling of suffocation surged over her like a tide. Xu Qing struggled desperately, slapping Su Yanhua's arms with both hands, but it was of no use. Due to the long period of time when she could not breathe normally, her face quickly turned from red to purple, and finally turned into a terrifying blue-purple.

"You're not allowed to talk here!" Su Yanhua snorted coldly, then increased the strength in her hand. Then, with a sudden jerk of her hand, she flung Xu Qing away like trash. At the same time, she flexed her wrist, and a powerful stream of air suddenly emerged from her palm. With a fierce momentum, it struck Xu Qing's crown.

There was a loud bang, and the immense impact caused Xu Qing to scream in pain. Then, her eyes rolled back and she passed out, unconscious.

He wanted to give him another blow, but he saw Xing Jian's pale face. His eyes were filled with so many emotions: sadness, disappointment, sorrow, hatred...

She finally withdrew her hand, turned around fiercely and said coldly: "Next time, don't trust me anymore!"

Ling Er stopped her and pointed the knife at her: "You witch, don't leave—"

"Ling Er—" Xing Jian's voice rang out, his weak voice resolute: "Let her go!"

Ling Er couldn't believe it and said, "Young Master!"

Su Yanhua stood still, letting Ling Er look at her ruthless face and walk out of the door with gritted teeth.

Just as Su Yanhua raised her foot and was about to take that step, suddenly, a voice full of cruelty and determination came from behind her: "From now on, I will never believe you again!" This voice was like a sharp sword, piercing her heart straight.

After hearing this, Su Yanhua's body trembled slightly, but she was silent for only a second. Then, she resolutely raised her feet and walked forward without hesitation.

It was late at night, and the whistling wind was whistling in her ears. Su Yanhua couldn't help but sigh that the wind blowing through the Xing Clan was so cold and biting.

Once upon a time, there was a person who looked at her with incomparably gentle and doting eyes, and whispered: "The snow lotuses on the mountaintops are truly beautiful. They are pure white, like fairies. Especially when it snows, they form a stunning picture—"

The man's eyes sparkled with endless love as he continued, "And the peach trees my father planted with his own hands will bloom in three months. Although the blossoms fall easily, when they are blown away by the wind, they look like a shower of pink blossoms, incredibly beautiful. I know you'll love this sight."

"Besides, our Xing Clan possesses many precious treasures. Rouge Drunk is nothing rare at all. You know, our Xing Clan's Holy Spirit can not only be used to dye nails and make rouge, but when the time comes, we can work together and I can even help you draw your eyebrows myself..."

"If you're bored, I'll take you to Mobei to see the snowflakes dancing in the sky and experience the magnificent snow scene; or we can go to Jiangnan to enjoy the charming scenery there. My mother once lived in Jiangnan for a while. It is said that the climate there is pleasant, and the tea produced there is even more famous..."

However, now all the tenderness and love, the vows of love, have vanished into thin air, becoming a distant memory. Those beautiful times are gone forever.

The valley, shrouded in darkness, seemed particularly quiet and profound, as if it were a mysterious world isolated from the outside world. Here, weeds grew in profusion, and various unknown weeds intertwined with each other, forming a lush green ocean.

Su Yanhua walked forward slowly. A woman on the side called out, "Yanhua!"

Su Yanhua looked over and saw Linglong squatting and hiding in the weeds. It was difficult to see clearly without looking carefully.

Linglong came over and asked with a worried look on her face, "Are you okay?"

Su Yanhua smiled and said, "It's okay, I've got the blood coagulation beads, let's go!"

Linglong felt Su Yanhua's sadness, but didn't say anything. Instead, she said, "Yanhua, I actually understand your feelings. You are being too cruel!"

After she finished speaking, Su Yanhua wanted to say something, but suddenly her pupils dilated and she pushed Nalan Linglong over.

In an instant, an arrow flew through the gap between the two people, carrying endless murderous intent.

Su Yanhua's eyes showed a chill. She looked at the man in black chasing after her. In front of her stood the eldest young master in a black robe. Her sharp eyebrows raised high and said, "I'm so sorry, but this young master can't let you go."

"What is the young master doing? I am not a member of the Xing clan, so why can't I leave?" Su Yanhua asked calmly.

"Do you think you can come and go as you please in the Xing Clan?" A hint of cruelty flashed in the eldest young master's eyes. "What's more, if I capture you, I won't have to worry about not being able to deal with Xing Jian!"

After the words fell, Su Yanhua's heart sank when he heard the last sentence, and his eyes were fixed on the young master.

"That depends on whether you have the ability." After Su Yanhua finished speaking, in the dark night, the sky was illuminated by red flames, and instantly turned into a strong flame, crying like a phoenix, and rushed towards the black man.

At this critical moment, Su Yanhua pulled Nalan Linglong and started running. Fortunately, there were many bushes, which could provide some cover. But Su Yanhua knew that the young master would definitely not let her go, so she had to let Nalan Linglong go first. After all, his target was her, Su Yanhua.

The two ran out of the valley. Su Yanhua handed the blood bead to Nalan Linglong and said, "There is a small path in the south of the Xing tribe. The red spider lily at the end of the path is a trap. Open it and you can get out. Hurry!"

When Nalan Linglong heard this, her heart sank. She tightly grasped the blood-clotting bead and asked, "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. Just give the things to Nalan." After she finished speaking, she looked at the man in black rushing towards her and pushed Nalan Linglong away with all her strength: "Go quickly."

A ball of fire gathered in Su Yanhua's palm, which was particularly conspicuous in the darkness. Then a voice came from behind her: "She's there!"

Now, we can only buy more time for Linglong.

The man in black follows like a shadow, like a wolf lurking in the darkness. As long as Su Yanhua is caught, he will become a threat to Xing Jian's weak spot.

One chase, one escape.

It really lingers.

Finally seeing the steep cliffs below her feet, Su Yanhua stopped and heard waves surging below the cliff, roaring and dancing, which was especially obvious in the silent place.

Su Yanhua looked over and saw that a large number of men in black were still approaching her. She clenched her hands tightly.

If she was caught by them, she would definitely become a weapon against Xing Jian, but she had just hurt Xing Jian, how could she bear it?

So, that’s all we can do!

After making up his mind, Su Yanhua closed his eyes and jumped down.

Suddenly, the men in black could only watch Su Yanhua disappear from their sight, unable to control anything.

The young master's face turned grim, and his tone became impatient: "Damn it!"