Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280 – Crazy

"Mo Xing!" Feng Qian Bo was stunned.

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An arrow was shot and pierced straight on Lin Qiang's shoulder, preventing her from killing her own son. However, the hairpin still pierced through Feng Mo Xing's skin, causing him to bleed.

The boy was stunned and when he saw blood, he fainted directly.

Feng Mo Yue was not any better. She was stunned speechless when she saw her own mother tried to kill her younger brother. As fear enveloped her, everything turned black in her vision and she lost her consciousness.

"Lin Qiang!" Feng Qian Bo ran over and crouched beside his wife.

"The wound is not fatal," Feng Qian Shao said reassuringly as he noticed that the arrow avoided the fatal point. He looked into a distance where he could see Old Master Nan with his son and 'Nan Luo.'

Feng Ao Kuai put down his bow and looked at the couple from a distance. He frowned. "Did I stop her in time?"

He was not sure about whether he managed to stop her in time since he simply made his move when he saw that Lin Qiang was about to kill Feng Mo Xing. If she was only planning to run away, he would not harm her.

But since she tried to kill his cousin, he had no other choice but to shoot her.

Even if it was not fatal, it might affect her greatly in the future.

"Feng Mo Xing is still alive." Nan Hua had used a needle to stop Lin Qiang's movement, thus the hairpin only caused a scratch. Since Feng Ao Kuai also shot an arrow right afterwards, it gave the perfect cover.

She had to figure out a method to recover the needle, though.

"What happened to Lin Qiang, Grandfather?" Feng Ao Kuai asked Old Master Nan as they alighted down the horse.

Old Master Nan furrowed his eyebrows. He shook his head. "We might only able to find out later."

"Oh."

The two children didn't ask anymore as they waited for Feng Qian Bo to treat Lin Qiang's wound. The soldiers were surrounding the two of them and also helped to carry the children onto the horses.

They should return. It was late at night.

From a distance away, Nan Hua faintly heard melody from a flute. She turned her head to the side, noticing that the source was the small hut where her ninth senior stayed. Her eyes flickered slightly as the tune merged with the wind and dispersed. In the ears of ordinary people, it didn't sound any different from wind.

"Hua'er?" Feng Ao Kuai asked when he noticed that Nan Hua was staring at a different location.

Nan Hua shook her head. This matter was far from over.

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