Chapter 4: Life Hanging By a Thread (1/2)
Chapter 4: Life Hanging By a Thread
The blade, in passing, cut into the back of the chair behind her and the top quality redwood split in response. A huge force jolted the chair, breaking it into pieces. Wood chips fell with ‘plop plop plop’s.
Tang Doudou, who was sitting on the chair, was stupefied and fell with those wood chips to the ground. Thousands of grass mud horses* wildly trampled through her little heart. What the serious f*ck!? Where did this play get produced!?
“grass mud horses” is pronounced “cao3 ni2 ma3”, used as a substitute for “cao4 ni3 ma1” which means f*** your mom.
She lifted her eyes to meet the cold eyes of the black-clothed man. There was no doubt that she would be split into two by that sharp knife if she continued to be a sitting duck.
But she had already been scared silly, ok!? The two legs simply did not listen to orders anymore. All she could do was sit on the floor and foolishly stare back at that black-clothed man.
They’ve agreed that it’s an act, how did it turn into being real swords and spears!?
Wasn’t this too deceptive!?
Seeing Tang Doudou fall to the ground, the black-clothed man closed in step by step. Lifting up the blade in his hands, he was able to chop down again.
Tang Doudou’s back was covered with cold sweat as she stared at the falling blade.
WTF! Could it be that she, Tang Doudou, with her lifetime of illustrious name, must die a violent death?
The door of the room was wide open. Everything in this room could be seen clearly from the attic that was perfectly diagonally aligned with this room.
A man laid languidly on a soft couch, his exquisite slender fingers were covered by long silver-white sleeves. The candle light illuminated a trace of stunning beauty and splendor. He was unhurriedly twirling a jade tablet in his hand, seeming to be casually fiddling with it.
Found a fitting picture for once!
Jade Tablet
The man lay reclined. His appearance could not be clearly seen, but just this trace of a silhouette was enough to tell of his magnificent style.
His gaze, from start to finish, never moved away from Tang Doudou’s figure. Seeing that blade swing down, his fingers bent slightly but then loosened again.
It has finally come, after all this waiting.
How could Tang Doudou possibly know that besides this group of black-clothed men, there was actually another person paying attention to each and every move that went on here? At this time, the blade was right before her eyes. She was scared to death, yet her legs failed to live up to expectations and refused to move even the slightest bit.