Bai Lingmiao laughed, laughed so boldly and joyfully, as if she wanted to vent everything accumulated in her heart through her laughter.
Having spent such a long time with Bai Lingmiao, Li Huowang had never seen her reveal such an expression.
"Give me the sword! Give me the sword quickly!!" Li Huowang walked toward Bai Lingmiao, who held the sword, trembling.
But just as he approached her, Li Huowang saw the white-haired girl in front of him raise her right hand, the longsword in her grasp thrusting straight toward his chest.
As the blade was raised, Li Huowang's chest was ripped open in an instant, exposing his beating heart to the biting cold air.
The next moment, Bai Lingmiao pressed forward, clinging tightly to Li Huowang, and the blood gushing out from his body rapidly stained her light-colored clothing red.
"Ah...." A hint of relief appeared on Bai Lingmiao's face.