Ye Qingluo looked at Zhang San Zhang Si and the other servants again: "You also retreat first, especially the two of you, go to the suzerain's yard and guard, and make sure to protect the suzerain's safety."
Zhang San and Zhang Zhang looked at each other in dismay: "Miss Seven, let's...let's keep one with you."
"No need." Ye Qingluo shook his head, "Even if you are here, you are not the murderer's opponent, but will hold me back."
Zhang San and Zhang Si: "..." Although this is true, there is no need to say it so bluntly!
The two decisively led a group of servants out of the arena.
Ye Qingluo was the only one left in the whole house.
Ye Qingluo didn't stay in the house either.
She stepped up and walked out of Mrs. Yuchi's bedroom.
Release the perception, and perceive that the guards and servants have already entered Yuchi's courtyard.
Only then did Ye Qingluo curl his lips lightly, raised his head, and fixed his gaze on a spot in the dark starry sky: "Since you're here, why don't you show up directly."
The wind blows, curling Ye Qing's black hair.
The girl in red clothes and black hair is stunningly beautiful.
Facing the fire in the courtyard, it was printed.
It was as if the whole person was shrouded in a halo of light.
It looks like a holy Nine Heavens Xuannv, like a dream.
In the air, she didn't give her the slightest response.
Ye Qingluo is not in a hurry.
She maintained a posture of looking up at the starry sky, with a peaceful and elegant expression on her face.
After a long time, she moved her pink lips and yawned a little tiredly: "If you don't want to show up, I'll go back."
Big night.
She doesn't have the energy to watch the moon with that psychopath.
She would rather go back to sleep and make up for the energy she spent today.
After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, she turned and prepared to leave.
As soon as he turned around, a hurricane air flow struck behind him.
Ye Qingluo didn't escape.
That hurricane didn't have any killing intent or cruelty.
Ye Qingluo smiled, turned her head and looked behind her: "Finally willing to show up?"
Behind him, the man in the hurricane was surrounded by layers of airflow.
The man was dressed in a crimson robe, and under the hurricane's agitation, he was like a flame of joy.
The figure is outstanding, and the god is handsome.
The red robe, on his body, didn't show any demonic aura at all, on the contrary, it made the man's whole body cold and cold, exuding more intense.
The innate aura is powerful and convincing.
What attracted the most attention was his pair of eyes filled with coldness.
Obviously bottomless, as deep as the sea, it seems that there are countless whirlpools, attracting people's souls.
But, it happened to his eyes, covered with that layer of chill.
When people see him.
Subconsciously, she lowered her head, not daring to look directly at him.
Rao Ye Qingluo, his eyes were covered with frost, which was freezing.
Ye Qingluo pursed her lips and looked at him: "Chu Wuxin, long time no see."
It was Chu Wuxin who came.
She hadn't seen Chu Wuxin since leaving the flame lair.
Unexpectedly, he would come to Xilan Continent and come to Sanquanzong to find her.
Chu Wuxin stared at Ye Qingluo, as if trying to find a trace of fluctuation in her face.
However, he was disappointed in the end.
The expression on Ye Qingluo's face, the smile was faint, and the eyes looking at him were also calm and distant.
"You knew I was here." Chu Wuxin used declarative sentences, and Ye Qingluo's reaction obviously guessed that he was the person in the dark.
"No, I just smelled a familiar fragrance of plum just now. This is not the cold winter months. You are the only one who can have such a unique and unexpected person."
Ye Qingluo shook his head and smiled faintly: "Why did you come here?"