bayedsolid Chapter 525 The Unlucky Female Assassin
Chapter 525 The Unlucky Female Assassin
The female soldier who chopped off Liu Yuan's head had an undisguised look of contempt on her face. She stared at the headless naked body of Liu Yuan, who was tied tightly on the bed. The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a chilling sneer.
Her eyes, like a poisonous snake, slowly swept across Liu Yuan's lifeless body, as if this corpse was not a once living being, but an object that made her extremely disgusted and disdainful.
The other female soldiers gathered around after seeing this, their eyes filled with disdain and contempt for Liu Yuan. Some even laughed unabashedly, their laughter piercing the silence of the room, as if Liu Yuan's death was nothing more than a farce.
Then, the female soldiers began to abuse Liu Yuan's naked body in turns. They raped the lifeless body, completely disregarding Liu Yuan's former dignity and personality.
When it was all over, the female soldier who had chopped off Liu Yuan's head was the first to walk over to her body and spat fiercely at the defenseless body. The spit landed accurately on Liu Yuan's naked belly, forming a disgusting stain.
Seeing this, the other female soldiers followed suit and spat on Liu Yuan's body. Some of the saliva landed on Liu Yuan's belly, while some splashed on her chest, leaving a large, sticky puddle that completely defiled Liu Yuan's body.
After completing this double humiliation, the female soldiers seemed to finally feel satisfied. They looked at each other, then turned and left Liu Yuan's bedroom, and hurriedly escaped under the cover of night.
However, they had not walked far when they ran into Miao Xiuli and Parposo at the palace gate.
Miao Xiuli and Parposo were about to go to Liu Yuan to make a proposal, but just as they entered the palace, Miao Xiuli suddenly felt something strange. Her intuition told her that something seemed amiss.
Miao Xiuli immediately became alert, her eyes as sharp as an eagle, quickly scanning the surroundings. As expected, she discovered something - not far away, several female soldiers were walking in a stealthy direction, looking very suspicious.
Miao Xiuli saw this and without hesitation waved her hand, signaling the female soldiers behind her to stop. Her movements were swift and decisive, as if she had anticipated this situation.
Immediately afterwards, Miao Xiuli appeared like a ghost, her figure flashing as fast as the wind. Her speed was as fast as lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react. In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of the female soldiers.
Miao Xiuli's right hand, like an iron clamp, tightly grasped the throat of one of the female soldiers. Her strength was so great that the female soldier was completely unable to break free. The female soldier's face turned pale in an instant. She looked at Miao Xiuli in horror, her lips trembling, but she couldn't say a word.
Miao Xiuli's voice was cold and harsh, and she shouted, "Where are you going?" Her eyes were like torches, staring straight at the female soldier, as if she wanted to see through her eyes to see her inner thoughts.
The female soldier had a stunningly beautiful face and a graceful figure, her gorgeous beauty appearing particularly captivating in the sunlight. Her makeup was delicate, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, like a fairy descending from the earth. However, at this moment, her face had turned pale with fear, her lips trembled, and she stammered, not daring to speak.
Miao Xiuli's eyes were cold and ruthless, as if devoid of any warmth. Her gaze was like a cold star, gleaming with a cold light. Her hands gripped the female soldier's throat tightly like an iron clamp, with such force that there was no doubt she could easily crush the female soldier's cervical vertebrae.
As she exerted more force, she heard a sharp snap. The crisp sound of the breaking was like a death knell, echoing in the air. The female soldier's throat was instantly severed, her body trembled violently, and then she collapsed to the ground like a rag doll without support.
A stream of scarlet blood suddenly spurted out of the corner of the female soldier's mouth. Like a crimson fountain, it arced through the air before splattering onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. The blood spread across the ground like a blooming, alluring flower, emitting a nauseating odor.
The soldier's eyes widened, their once clear gaze now filled with despair and terror, as if she had seen a vision of hell. Her pupils dilated, unfocused, a deep fear of death. Her lips parted slightly, wanting to utter a final cry, but only a low whimper came out.
Her beautiful little tongue stuck out weakly, forming a sharp contrast with her gorgeous face, which was creepy. The tongue should have been soft and flexible, but now it became stiff and pale, as if shrouded in the shadow of death.
Accompanied by the sound of her throat snapping, the female soldier's body suddenly lost its support and began to twitch violently, as if her soul had been drained away. Her legs seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, kicking frantically, as if trying to break free from this terrible bondage.
Each kick was like a final struggle against fate, accompanied by the piercing sound of muscle spasms and bone rubbing, as if her body were wailing in despair. Every effort inflicted immense pain, yet she could not stop, knowing that stopping would mean total failure.
However, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't change this cruel reality. Her strength was fading bit by bit, like sand in an hourglass, flowing away relentlessly. She could feel her body growing weaker and weaker, and her legs gradually lost feeling, as if they no longer belonged to her.
Suddenly, a warm liquid slowly flowed out from between her legs. It was just a trickle at first, and she wasn't even aware of its existence. But as time went on, it was like a flood bursting through a dam, pouring out of her body continuously, soaking the ground beneath her.
The liquid exuded a strong, fishy stench that made her want to vomit. It was like a final struggle of life, gushing out of her body with despair and unwillingness. She watched in horror, powerless to do anything, and could only watch helplessly as the liquid devoured her body and soul.
The soldier's body finally stopped trembling, and her breath, like a wisp of smoke, slowly drifted from her bloodless lips before gradually dissipating into the air. Her aura was like a candle flickering in the wind, still burning tenaciously, but ultimately unable to resist the encroaching darkness and was mercilessly devoured.
Her eyes were wide open, as if trying to see through the endless darkness and grasp the truth of this world. However, apart from a resentment towards this world and a fear of death, they revealed no other emotion. Her pupils had lost focus, staring blankly into the void, as if waiting for something, or perhaps telling something.
Unfortunately, no matter what she wanted to say, she could no longer convey it to anyone. Her life ended abruptly at that moment, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. Although brief, it left behind a dazzling ray of light. However, this ray of light was eventually drowned out by darkness, leaving behind only a horrific corpse.
Her skin, once as white as snow, as soft and delicate as mutton-fat jade, now took on a strange pallor, as if drained of all vitality. Skin that should have been full of elasticity and radiance now resembled a dead ash, lifeless. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were about to say something, but in the end, she only exhaled her last breath, light as a feather, yet heavy as a thousand-pound burden.
Her hair, draped across her shoulders, formed a desolate contrast to her rigid body. What should have been smooth and silky, now seemed dry and wiry, as if it had been stripped of its life force. Scattered carelessly across her shoulders and back, against her pale skin, it only made her death seem more tragic and heartbreaking.
The other assassins, horrified by this scene, tried to flee. However, Parvasa blocked their path. With her agility, she weaved among the assassins like a ghost, striking them down one by one. Each strike was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and blood splattering, a horrifying sight.