The fingers touched Miao Rongrong, and there was still a distance of about a fist.
Behind him, he felt the changes and fluctuations in the airflow.
She didn't look back.
Instead, the corner of his mouth provoked a sinister smile, which was somewhat mocking.
"Whoosh—"
Only one sound was heard, extremely slight, the sound of something piercing the air.
Immediately, Miao Yixiong groaned in pain.
She frowned slightly.
She didn't feel the sense of crisis coming towards her in her imagination.
I was about to look back to see what happened.
Her ears moved sharply.
The hand that was about to touch Miao Rongrong suddenly trembled with five fingers, and a red feather fan suddenly spread out in her palm.
"Clang clang—"
The sound of weapons colliding was extremely crisp.
The Flame Devouring Fan in Ye Qingluo's hand happened to block it, a sharp dagger.
She raised her eyes slightly, and met Miao Rongrong's eyes full of shock and disbelief.
Ye Qingluo's eyes were like torches, staring straight into Miao Rongrong's eye sockets.
The long and narrow eyes overflowed with a meaningful smile.
but…
Miao Rongrong could clearly see that the curve of the girl's lips was filled with a chilling chill.
"you… "
She spoke in surprise, unable to believe that Ye Luo could still maintain such a keen response when facing her dying person.
He also couldn't believe that his foolproof plan was actually seen through by Ye Qingluo.
"Are you surprised?" Ye Qingluo chuckled, her voice flat, her face still beautiful.
But the more this happened, the more Miao Rongrong's heart seemed to be strangled by something, as if it was about to be torn into pieces.
Frightening, chilling.
Ye Qingluo continued to smile and moved her five fingers.
The flame-like red feather fan in his hand was spinning in the palm of his hand.
Miao Rongrong only felt a stabbing pain in the hand holding the dagger.
The dagger in his hand fell on her bed.
At the same time, Ye Qingluo closed the Flame Devouring Fan, flipped it over, and a sharp blade slid out from the fan handle.
The cold and sharp blade, shining with a cold light, stuck to Miao Rongrong's neck.
Immediately, Ye Qingluo looked sideways and looked behind him.
Sure enough, Miao Yixiong lay on the ground in embarrassment, spitting blood.
And Emperor Moxuan stood aside dignifiedly and gracefully, staring deeply at her like Mo Yao's deep eyes.
See her sideways eyes.
The cold and hard lines on the man's face softened.
He hooked his thin lips, his eyes full of doting.
"You two... have known... from the very beginning..." Miao Yixiong coughed, with blood still overflowing from his mouth, and stood up staggeringly.
"Well, we know." Ye Qingluo tilted his head, with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes, "Cooperating with you, I just want to see what advanced tricks you can play."
After a pause, her smile turned into a sneer, and she sneered and pulled the corners of her mouth: "But... I'm very disappointed, your moves are too incompetent."
Miao Yixiong's face was ashen, full of sternness, and there was no half of the kindness before.
Ferocious and distorted, extremely terrifying.
Ye Qingluo looked down, her face was pale, and Miao Rongrong, who couldn't believe the result in front of her that was completely contrary to the plan, moved the flame-eating fan in her hand.
The sharp blade made small marks on Miao Rongrong's neck.
Blood gushed out.
Miao Rongrong shrank in shock, her eyes widened, she was terrified, but she didn't dare to open her mouth and shouted a few words.
"What does Miao Yixiong want to do?" Ye Qingluo looked at Di Moxuan, then at Miao Yixiong who was standing staggeringly, curious about their plans.
"Damn Gu." The man said calmly.