Her dark red eyes sank sharply, and the corners of her lips were raised faintly, and she looked at Duan Ziyin deeply, "Why, Zuo Hu Fa will pity Xiang Yu Yu, what is it for?" Her voice is not sloppy, and her voice is slow, but Duan Ziyin's back tightened for no reason.
Duan Ziyin's body stiffened, and she hesitated to look at Yue Fusang, seeing that his eyebrows were drooping, and his face was cold and without expression. He tightened his heart, slowly released his hand, condensed the look in his eyes, and leaned forward to Su Kui: "I'm sorry, the subordinates just want to send it to the leader personally. They just left the gods, probably mirror worship. The girl misunderstood!" She meant something.
The cold eyes cast a deep look at the mirror, as if looking at a dead thing. Jing Si was cold, gritted her teeth, grabbed the whip, but her gait was steady, she trot over, raising the whip with both hands to offer it.
Su Kui glanced at Duan Ziyin with a smile, his red lips lightly opened, "I hope so."
At the next moment, a lingering sound pierced through the air.
The blood red was covered with barbed whip, and it landed on Yue Fusang mercilessly. Su Kui didn't show any mercy after using full force at that moment.
There was a deceptive smile on the corner of her lips, her eyebrows were very beautiful, and she was dressed in red like a monster. The whip in her hand is like a small snake, in her hand, it seems to be given life.
Jing Si couldn't help taking two steps back, his face pale.
At that moment, the skin of Yue Fusang's arm was broken open, and the high-quality cyan shirt split instantly, and the viscous blood rushed out of the wound. Bone can be seen deep.
However, Fusang's cold eyes remained calm as usual, as if the torture did not fall on him.
Except that his face was a little pale, there was no pain on his face. This is completely different from what Su Kui wanted to see! She pursed her lips, a fierce color was drawn across her blood-colored eyes, and her hands became more and more serious.
"Snapped-"
Yue Fusang shook his body, except for that face, countless bloodstains crisscrossed his body. But he never said a word, his hands bound by chains were clenched tightly, and there was no love or hatred in his eyes, as if he couldn't see Su Kui.
"Why don't you beg for mercy, eh? Don't you hate it?!"
If you can't get it, then it's ruined! Her lips curled up bloodthirsty, and her eyes were red, which was a sign of her killing.
Jing Si's heart is tight, the leader is she going to be crazy? ! Every time she appeared this look, she would not stop without blood flow. She hesitated, whether to rush to stop. However, her qualifications were mediocre. During the many years of serving Su Kui due to Luojiao, she had only learned a few three-legged cat skills, and could not stop Su Kui, who was unscathed, but she passed through thousands of troops alone.
At this moment, the whip raised by Su Kui was suddenly blocked by one person.
Su Kui took a closer look, and it was Duan Ziyin.
She slowly curled her lips, dropped the blood-stained whip, and sneered, "Left guardian, the master teaches the slave, you have to get in the way? I'm brave, or, do you like him, eh?"
Hearing this, the more Fusang's light-colored eyes, a touch of coldness passed, he pursed his lips, raised his eyes deeply, and looked at Yin Manshu, who was half-hidden by Duan Ziyin.
The red dress wins the fire, and the blood-colored eyes are arrogant and arrogant. They do not follow the rules of the world.
Such a demon girl, it is impossible to take her.