Stunning Poisonous Doctor Princess

Chapter 337 The Mysterious Disappearance

Unexpectedly, Lin Mengya did not lose her head. Instead, she held on to the silver knife.

The stinging feeling became more tangible in the cold darkness.

"Are you insane!"

That woman had never imagined that Lin Mengya would be so calm as to hold on to her knife.

It felt quite painful. But Lin Mengya did not flinch in the least.

She had had enough of it. She could do nothing, except to be protected many times. They would do harm to whoever she cared about!

Therefore, she did not want to hide behind her guards anymore. She decided to confront the people who wanted her life, alone.

"Who asked you to kill me? Or do you want to kill me because you hate me?"

The woman in the cloak suddenly trembled.

That was because she saw a pair of the most indifferent, coolest eyes in the world, staring at her.

The light of the full moon cast only a little light in the alley, which was almost deserted. But that pair of amber-like eyes send forth a coldness that seemed to come from hell.

"I—"

When the woman was about to answer, she found that the knife could not be taken out of Lin Mengya's hands, no matter how strongly she tugged at it.

Regardless of the depth of the wound, Lin Mengya refused to let it go, as if she was possessed.

Suddenly, that woman made up her mind and gathered every ounce of energy in her body to try to cut Lin Mengya's hands.

But Lin Mengya relaxed her grip suddenly, and fresh blood suddenly splattered into the air. Lin Mengya paid no attention to it, and just frowned slightly.

"Don't you want to kill me? Go on! Put your knife into my heart! Come on!"

Her sharp voice sounded cold and biting. Lin Mengya glared at the woman in front of her indifferently. The pain stimulated her ferocity.

The desire for blood suppressed deep inside her heart, was finally released after repeated stimulations.

The Lin family was a family of generals. Either Lin Muzhi or Lin Nansheng were all Death Warriors, harvesting peoples' souls in the battlefield.

Lin Mengya was a girl, but the bloodline was there. At this point, her personality could be traced to the same origin as Lin Muzhi.

"I really don't understand. Why do you all want to kill me! If this world doesn't need me, then, why let me travel here?"

Lin Mengya went one step closer, sending forth an aura only Death had, which frightened the woman.

The woman had originally intended to kill Lin Mengya. But when she saw Lin Mengya catching her knife with one hand, the woman felt more scared than hostile.

"She… she has such a pair of cold, heartless eyes!"

Like— like Long Tianyu exactly!

"You want my life? Well, come and take it! I have been waiting here for you. But why do you want to harm my people! Sister Yue Ting, Xiaoyu and Qinghu! Without me, they could have chosen a different life! Why are you so hard on me?"

Lin Mengya was trapped in a nightmare, where the suffering from departure and sadness of losing friends had been gnawing at her heart, day and night.

Why should everything she cared about be taken away!

Why did everything she cherished end up as nothing!

Stepping on her own bloodstains, Lin Mengya seemed to find an outlet for her pains. The woman who tried to kill Lin Mengya by starlight, was unlucky tonight.

The woman became very nervous. Her accumulation of ferocity and hate collapsed in a minute when it met the overwhelming aura of Lin Mengya.

She wanted to run away, somehow.

It was due to the woman who was holding the knife. Somehow she had the feeling that she would be the one to die in the end!

Her pupils contracted slightly. Her instincts told her that if she did not take action now, what would be waiting for her, would be a dead body abandoned on the street.

Her wrists were shaking.

But she still summoned up all her courage, and while biting her lips, she tried to plunge the knife into Lin Mengya's chest.

The next second, the black figure fell in front of Lin Mengya suddenly.

"It's just to kill a person. Do you need to dirty your hands?"

In the dark alley, Lin Mengya immediately recognized the sudden appearance of the person, without even having to look carefully.

The man appeared out of the darkness and looked into Lin Mengya's eyes. He gave her a seemingly soft, inoffensive smile.

"It's too late to see you off. So I came to have a look at you. To be early is not as good as to come on time. Is that right?"

Qiu Yu held a long sword casually in his hands, and had a smile on his face.

But Lin Mengya stared at him and his sword, as if he was a stranger.

"Who are you? Why are you keeping everything from me and coming into my life? Do you know how painful it is for me? I don't want to be left in the dark! I don't want to be used by anyone!"

Lin Mengya's emotions were swinging wildly now, she did not even know how to deal with the wound on her hand.

Looking at her, Qiu Yu frowned tightly. "It does not look good, now"

Massive blood loss made Lin Mengya lose control over her emotions.

The knife wound in her hand was laid open to the bone. It already created a small pool of blood. But Lin Mengya refused to listen to any single word of Qiu Yu's explanation, like an irritated lion.

Qiu Yu could do nothing, except raise his hand and hit Lin Mengya on the neck.

The lion who was in a huff, immediately slumped on to Qiu Yu's chest.

"Have a good sleep. You won't feel any pain when you wake up."

The sound of sighing echoed in the empty alley. But the two figures had already disappeared without a trace.

"Mengya! Mengya!"

Long Tianyu carried a delicate butterfly lantern in his hand, but his smile froze, as he stood at the entrance of the alley.

His smile froze and his eyes were covered with a layer of frost. The strong smell of blood made Long Tianyu tense immediately.

He stepped cautiously into the alley. The body slumped on the ground in the darkness, made his heart tremble.

The light of his butterfly lantern shone on the body and he saw a face, filled with regret.

"Thank goodness, it's not Lin Mengya!"

When Long Tianyu was about to turn around to leave, the strong smell of perfume made his eyes water.

"What's that—"

He looked around carefully and finally saw a pool of bloodstains on the green stone ground.

"It is her blood." Long Tianyu remembered clearly the smell of Lin Mengya's blood, maybe because he had lived with her for so long.

The smell of blood that had a little fragrance, indeed belonged to Lin Mengya.

Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Long Tianyu frowned. "How severely wounded was Lin Mengya, to spill forth so much blood?"

Long Tianyu went farther into the alley, but failed to find any trace of Lin Mengya.

His heart seemed to be caught in a tight grip. Did she—

"Your Highness, I'm sorry I can't find any trace of Her Highness."

Lin Kui popped up in front of Long Tianyu, outside the alley.

He knelt on one knee; his forehead covered in cold sweat.

Prince Yu told him that Princess Yu did not wait for him at the agreed place. To his surprise, Princess Yu vanished completely, in the blink of an eye.

Lin Kui had a pair of sharp eyes and already saw the dead body on the ground.

"Her Highness had an accident?"

Lin Kui was too afraid to imagine further. Although he was not intelligent, he also had a feeling that Princess Yu was very important now, and he wondered who could be so bold to kidnap Princess Yu.

"Go and search. Find out who took Princess Yu away tonight."

Under the bobbing light, Long Tianyu narrowed his eyes.

The gentle attitude he showed toward Lin Mengya disappeared in a minute. What was left was his slashing profile, like a cutting blade.

Long Tianyu got out of the alley, still holding the butterfly lantern in his hand. He looked up at the moon in the sky, and a flicker of brutal, cold light flashed across his eyes.

"Good. Very good."

"You can't wait to kill Lin Mengya, right?"

"Well, then, I don't mind bringing forward the massacre—"

Lin Mengya, who was still unconscious, had no idea her disappearance would cause a domino like chain effect.

But she had a high fever due to the wound, when she was taken by Qiu Yu to a house.

Qiu Yu applied the best medicine on the knife wound. But Lin Mengya closed her eyes and refused to wake up, maybe because she was depressed.

"Second Master, this lady is well now. But she's still in a coma. Should I—"

Inside a bright, warm wing room, Qiu Yu watched the thin, pale face on the bed carefully, while sitting at the delicate-curved, red wooden desk.

Sky-blue curtains shielded her from the wind, which blew in occasionally. The brocade quilt was dusty pink with lilies. Qiu Yu carefully tucked the quilt in the corner.

Lin Mengya's lips were unexpectedly pale. Her fine face seemed to have lost its vitality, like a piece of jade losing its warmth. It seemed to bear the signs of great regret.

Her black hair hung loosely on the pillow, which had golden embroidery on it. Although everything beautiful was placed in front of her, she seemed to have lost all interest, and refused to wake up from her dream.

Qiu Yu turned around to look at those humble servants. He waved to them and made them get out of the room.

He stood up and walked to the bed Lin Mengya was lying on.

His heart was aching, and he felt helpless, not calm nor cynical.

Although he did not know what had happened to Lin Mengya, he felt sorrowful for no reason, when he remembered her questions in the alley, that night.