The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1597 - 1684: Playing Dead with Eyes Closed
The Eighth Princess’s clothes were torn, and blood spurted from her wounds!
Lian San clutched her head and ran around frantically, eager to leave this chaotic and dangerous place. However, as she tried to escape, Lian San was mistaken by the people in black as the Eighth Princess’s accomplice.
One of them raised a sword and came at Lian San.
Lian San let out a strange cry.
Unlike the Eighth Princess, she had never practiced martial arts; she was just an ordinary woman. In fact, having grown up in a wealthy family, she had lived a life of luxury and never had to lift a finger.
Now facing such a crisis, Lian San instinctively leaned back, only to find there’s no ground beneath her feet.
By the time she realized, it was too late.
Her body toppled over the cliff!
"Ah—!!"
Lian San screamed and flailed her arms and legs, attempting to save herself, but the speed of her fall was too fast, and she couldn’t stop her momentum.
With several thuds during her fall, she couldn’t tell what she hit or collided with; all she felt was excruciating pain, as if her bones were breaking.
Finally, with a splash, a huge wave of water rose!
Unexpectedly, there was a cold pool at the bottom of the abyss, but the impact of the fall stunned Lian San, and she felt dizzy and disoriented.
Suddenly, she remembered meeting a mysterious old nun not long ago, who had foretold her imminent death. She hadn’t believed it initially, but right before losing consciousness, the thought crossed her mind.
Could it be?
By this time next year, would it be the anniversary of her death??
How pitiful, she, Lian San, hadn’t yet fully enjoyed the world’s beauty!
Filled with reluctance, Lian San felt the cold water around her pouring into her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. It was only then she realized, belatedly, that she was a landlubber and couldn’t swim at all!
"Ah! Glug glug..." She tried to cry for help, but the continuous influx of water filled her mouth. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
Eventually, her stomach filled with water, she lost consciousness, and her body slowly sank to the bottom of the pool...
On the cliff above.
The Eighth Princess’s body was covered in wounds, and Bai Xian was not in a better condition.
Earlier, due to being dragged down by Lian San, Bai Xian had taken an arrow in his shoulder. While facing the onslaught of black-clad attackers, initially, the Eighth Princess still had the strength to protect him. But gradually, the Eighth Princess was unable to fend for herself, resembling a clay idol crossing a river, unable to protect herself, let alone pay attention to Bai Xian.
After all, though the two had spent a night together, it was just a fleeting affair without any emotional foundation.
The Eighth Princess favored Bai Xian out of appreciation for his flattering words and because his demeanor, while not particularly handsome, closely resembled Qinghe.
In her heart, there may well have been an inclination to see Bai Xian as a substitute for Qinghe. But a counterfeit is a counterfeit, and when real trouble struck, how could she pay attention to an imitation like Bai Xian?
Bai Xian observed this but felt no ripple of emotion. He himself had no means of protection, just like Lian San, he was just an ordinary person.
Covered in scars, his white clothing was soaked with blood.
Bai Xian mused that in this situation, he was nothing but a living target.
When a black-clad attacker swung a sword at him again, he took a slash on his arm, then decisively collapsed to the ground, feigning death with closed eyes!
The scene was too chaotic, and besides, these people in black were targeting the Eighth Princess. Their primary objective was the Eighth Princess, so after Bai Xian fell, nobody checked to see if he was dead or alive, and the remaining attackers charged at the Eighth Princess instead.
