"Ding!" There was a crisp sound.
A white blade flashed past, and the white silver iron claws tightly grasped the long knife!
The bloodthirsty demon vine was also entangled by the nine-nether purple poisonous grass that was winding up.
The strong wind blew away, and the beautiful young man who was still in the purple chrysalis arrived in front of Yun Qingyan at some point, holding the long knife with one hand.
The hands that should have been as white as jade now seemed to be covered with gloves made of sharp claws, but these gloves seemed to have grown directly on his hands!
The sharp iron claws exuded an icy aura that made one's pores tremble.
The dark purple hair danced wildly in the strong wind, the boy... oh no...
Only then did Yun Qingyan realize that Jiang Wuya's face had matured a lot overnight!
The face that was originally similar to that of a beautiful boy now has the maturity of a young man, but it is still breathtakingly beautiful.
Even his stature has grown a lot.
If he was just a weird and ghostly beautiful boy before, then now, he should be a young man with charm engraved in his bones. Cold charm and maturity are intertwined, and he is extremely beautiful and charming, but there is a strange weirdness in him.
The silver mask still covered half of his face, revealing only his smooth jaw, thin red lips and a pair of deep and charming purple eyes.
"Yo~" The sharp iron claws tightly grasped the tip of the knife, and Jiang Wuya's cold and evil face suddenly evoked an unpredictable smile. It was obviously a smile, but it made people feel a surge of emotion from the bottom of their hearts. A shiver that stood on end.
His deep purple eyes stared closely at Yun Qingyan, with malice and amusement almost overflowing from his eyes.
He held the long knife tightly, but that ghostly face suddenly approached Yun Qingyan and tilted his head slightly.
"Kitten, have I ever told you that it's not good to take advantage of others~"
Yun Qingyan blinked her eyes, looking thoughtful, "It seems there is... but..."
"are you human?!"
Soon after, Yun Qingyan let go of the long knife, twisted her waist, and two thin slices instantly appeared on her hands, slashing towards Jiang Wuya's neck!
Jiang Wuya's eyes flashed, and his figure suddenly retreated.
Yun Qingyan stepped forward, gathered his energy under his feet, and swept past!
This time Jiang Wuya advanced instead of retreating, disrupting Yun Qingyan's rhythm and rushing towards her!
The silver mask reflected the cold light, almost within an inch of Yun Qingyan.
If it were other people who were suddenly so close to the enemy, they would be startled even if they didn't retreat!
Jiang Wuya wanted to use this to force her to retreat and interrupt her fighting rhythm!
If the rhythm is disrupted, Yun Qingyan will change from the main attacker to the passive party.
But how strong is Yun Qingyan's psychological quality
Seeing that Jiang Wuya was trying to disrupt her fighting rhythm, she curled up into a sneer.
Now, he still hasn't figured out whose home court it is!
Instead of retreating, she advanced, bent her right elbow and knee, and struck hard at Jiang Wuya's lower ribs!
Just when Jiang Wuya was about to resist, Yun Qingyan just made a feint and made a fist with his other hand, hitting Jiang Wuya hard in the face!
Jiang Wuya quickly tilted his head, and attacked with his iron claws, tightly grasping Yun Qingyan's fisted hand, his voice was cold, with a hint of anger,
"Little kitten, don't you know whether to hit someone in the face or not?"
I always thought that Jiang Wuya, a pervert who uses all things as his playthings, would have nothing to change his face. I didn't expect... that he would... be so fond of his face? !
Yun Qingyan sneered, loosened his clenched fist, turned it into a claw, and took off Jiang Wuya's mask -
"Wearing a mask every day and not being able to see people, I thought you had no face at all!"
(End of chapter)