Because of her rattled emotions, Liu Ruohua was tightly clutching Su Luo’s hands with such strong force, that she looked like she was about to rip off Su Luo’s wrist from her still functioning arms.
Su Luo’s expression darkened, and out of the corner of her eyes, she shot a quick glance at Nangong Liuyun. All of a sudden, she let out a muffled groan.
Nangong Liuyun’s facial expression became brash and ruthlessly tyrannical in a flash. His sharp, hawk-like eyes erupted with a dense air of fury and a penetrating, icy-coldnes. If one were to look at him in that instant, they would not be able to tell what he did but would only see the overbearing shadow of his sleeves as they flew past——
As for afterward, well… there really weren’t any afterwards.
Because at this time, Liu Ruohua was already gone from this private room on the second floor.
The only thing anyone could see was her meager, thin body, similar to a feathered arrow being shot, jettisoned towards the first floor lobby. She crashed hard and tumbled in excess to the ground, diving face first from the sky. All four of her limbs were tangled together, as she almost passed out from the pain.
It was not known if Nangong Liuyun intentionally did it. But when each and everyone of Liu Ruohua’s school companions attempted to perform a mid-air interception, with both of their hands extended, not a single one of them was able to catch her.
Moreover, at the time that Liu Ruohua was hurled down; she, by chance, landed on top of young master Zhao’s corpse. She opened her eyes and meet eye to eye with young master Zhao’s wide, open eyes that were full of grievance and a sinisterly twisted expression.
“AaahhhHHHH——.” Liu Ruohua was so frightened that she shrieked. Her entire persons jumped up, forgetting about her foot, which was engulfed in fresh blood; delayed her from being freed from its viscous and stickiness.