The woman was wearing a long blue dress, her clothes were messy and torn, and her hair was extremely disheveled like a chicken coop, covering her face.
Moreover, her body was covered with blood, and her whole body was covered with horrible wounds.
How to look, how embarrassed.
After the woman fell to the ground, she rolled over in pain.
Blood oozes from her forehead, sticking her disheveled hair into a ball.
"Sister, this is..." Ye Fengyu was startled by the woman, and took a few steps back to Ye Qingluo's side.
Ye Qingluo half-closed her eyes, and looked up and down the woman lying on the ground.
The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and a cold snort came out of his nose: "Chu Wuxin's gift is really well-given. It seems that I can't pay back the favor I owe him."
"Ah?" Ye Fengyu looked at Ye Qingluo in a daze, not understanding what he meant.
Ye Qingluo patted his head, and walked slowly towards the woman who was lying on the ground, struggling and rolling.
She just looked down at the woman condescendingly: "Miss Feng, long time no see."
The movement of the woman struggling and rolling on the spot stopped immediately.
Suddenly, the woman raised her head abruptly, through the messy hair, Ye Qingluo could clearly see a pair of murderous eyes.
"Ugh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The woman screamed angrily.
The body also kept shaking with the ups and downs of emotions.
Ye Qingluo raised her eyebrows, not caring about the woman's irritable mood at all.
She is still condescending, as if a woman is an ant under her feet.
She smiled, and stroked her chin with slender fingers: "Miss Feng is really pitiful. She used to be high above her, but now she has fallen into this state. I don't know how Ah Xuan will feel when he sees you like this."
The word "A Xuan" was mentioned.
The resentment and sternness in the woman's eyes became more and more obvious.
The woman's struggling movements became more and more intense.
The woman's groaning voice became more urgent and angry.
However, Ye Qingluo leaned down again, tilted his head, and evoked a cold smile: "Oh, I forgot. As for my Axuan, the only woman who can see is me. Even if you look like this, my Ah Xuan won't feel anything."
"Mmm... Mmm!" The woman's eyes widened, and she screamed even more fiercely.
Ye Qingluo stretched out her hand, and pushed back the woman's hair that covered her face with some disgust.
The woman's face was reflected in Ye Fengyu's eyes.
Ye Fengyu pointed at the woman in shock: "Wind... wind chime?!"
Isn't this woman the granddaughter of the emperor's grandma, Feng Ling who is now under the arrest warrant issued by the General Court, and the entire Nirvana Realm is hunting for
It could be her!
Ye Qingluo pulled out the stinky cloth from Fengling's mouth.
"Ye Qingluo, you bitch! You... you let me go! Let me go!"
As soon as Feng Ling's mouth could speak, she cursed loudly.
There is no such thing as the temperament like a little fairy in the past.
The wind chime hates the night.
I hate so much that I can't wait to tear Ye Qing into pieces.
Ye Qingluo snatched away her most beloved elder brother.
She was murdered by Ye Qingluo, from a wind chime aloft, to a wanted criminal who everyone shouts and beats!
Wherever she goes now.
They have to hide and hide, and cannot appear in front of everyone.
She's like a shadowy mouse.
All of this is thanks to Ye Qingluo!
Ye Qingluo crouched down halfway.
The long and narrow eyes, with curved arcs, were stained with a bloodthirsty smile: "Fengling, Mrs. Yuchi...you killed it, didn't you?"
The expression on Feng Ling's face froze, and then she gritted her teeth and said, "So what if it's me, if you don't let her die, I will let her die!"