59 Hand Severed
Overly emotional, Liu Ruohua squeezed so hard on Su Luo's wrist that Su Luo felt as though her hand was about to be cut off.
Su Luo's eyes darkened. She glanced at Nangong Liuyun out of the corner of her eyes and uttered a muffled moan.
In an instant, Nangong Liuyun's face turned ruthless and tyrannical. No one knew exactly how he made the attack. Su Luo only saw a shadow of his sleeve fly by --
Then... There was no then.
Because Liu Ruohua was no longer in the room on the second floor.
Her lithe and skinny body shot to the first-floor lobby like an arrow, then landed hard on the ground. Lying on her back with her arms and legs stretched out, she nearly fainted from the terrible pain.
Her classmates all rushed forward and held out their arms when they saw her falling, yet no one was able to catch her. It was hard to tell if Nangong Liuyun did it on purpose.
In addition, when Liu Ruohua hit on the ground, as luck would have it, she landed right on top of the corpse of Young Master Zhao. She opened her eyes and happened to look directly into Young Master Zhao's twisted dead face.
Ahh--- Liu Ruohua screamed in horror. She jumped up but stepped on the slippery blood covering the floor.
When she did so, the unfortunate Liu Ruohua slipped and lost her balance. She fell face down on the ground again...
A long sword stood upright next to her as she fell...
At that moment, her face, hair, and body were covered in blood... It was repulsive and smelly.
"Ruohua, how are you doing? Are you injured?" A couple of teenagers rushed forward and circled Liu Ruohua like stars surrounding the moon. All of them looked tense and anxious.
"My hand... it hurts..." Liu Ruohua's face was deathly pale, and it was apparent she was in excruciating pain. She almost lost consciousness.
"My god. Her hand..." Li Wan, Liu Ruohua's good friend, put her hand over her mouth the moment she saw Liu Ruohua's hand. Her eyes were filled with shock.
Liu Ruohua's right hand was entirely severed from her wrist. Blood rushed out nonstop from the wound.
Su Luo's pretty eyes were bottomless, and they glittered with a hint of interest. Smiling vaguely, she glanced at Nangong Liuyun and said, "How brutal. Cutting off her hand. Don't you worry about not showing compassion or care for women?"
What a cruel and vicious thing Nangong Liuyun had done.
He had considered the possibility of everything that happened after throwing Liu Ruohua and had considered it.
That included the possibility of her jumping up in fright, falling again, and thrusting her right wrist into the sharp sword... Every step was accurately and precisely predicted by Nangong Liuyun.
This side of Nangong Liuyun was undoubtedly terrifying.
Anyone who chose to defy or oppose him must be extremely foolish.
A sense of worry secretly rose in Su Luo's mind... If such a person was really determined to possess her, how could she deal with him?
"A kind and innocent girl shouldn't gloat." Nangong Liuyun's pale, bony fingers stroked Su Luo's right wrist. A hint of commiseration flashed in his eyes. "Does it still hurt?" he asked in a low and enchanting voice.
Su Luo was too afraid to look him in his eyes. She turned her face away and replied gently, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
She wanted to pull her hand back, yet Nangong Liuyun had already nestled her cream-colored hand in between his broad, warm palms. He caressed her hand slowly as though it was a precious treasure.
The sensation of his thick, warm palms gave Su Luo an unprecedented sense of security.
Everything around them seemed to quiet down as if they were the only two people in the world.
Out of the blue, however, the door of their booth was abruptly kicked down!