Zhao Ling, a forensics investigator, lost her life in a fire explosion while inspecting a crime scene. Her soul was transmigrated into the body of an oppressed lady who also lost her life in another fire incident, at the same moment in time, leaving a deep scar on her face. With a new body, but a familiar name, this is the epic journey of a concubine, who has a second chance at life, and her dealings with an oppressed life, an arranged marriage, and the deadly mysteries of this new world? Welcome to The Concubine, an epic fantasy/historical romance novel.
In an instant, arrows were flying around, all heading towards Meng Yuan's black figure. And Xiaoying wore armor and was not afraid of arrow rain, so he did not stop attacking Meng Yuan.
"Looking for death!" Meng Yuan sneered, and a bloodthirsty cold light flashed in his eyes, which was obviously the rise of killing, and the Soul Destruction Sword was obviously also infected by the sudden surge of ill-will in his heart.
Just now, it was even worse. The sword qi swung past, and the arrows that were shot actually fell down and shot at the shooter.
However, no matter how high Meng Yuan's martial arts were and how murderous the Soul Killer Sword was, he would still be outnumbered. He Liancheng was not an easy-going person. The eagles he trained by himself were not weak in combat.