Thin black lines fluttered in his palm, as if they were arguing about something.
A thread, like a living thing.
have a mind of their own.
Can also have a conversation with... Silence.
Ye Qingluo said, it really is a long time to see each other.
You Ji paused for a moment, and suddenly grabbed the thin black thread with his fingertips: "If you are found out, the mission will fail. How should I explain to the Venerable?"
The thin black line, the whole line was twisted, it seemed to be very painful.
You Ji didn't seem to be able to feel it, and the black line running through his fingertips curled his lips coldly: "The mission failed, it's all because of your... improper control, and I apologize to the venerable."
That tone was clearly threatening.
The thin black line seemed to be still struggling.
No one is willing to bear His Holiness' wrath.
However, in the end, he succumbed to the threat of You Ji, and the whole thread hung limply on You Ji's fingers.
Youji pursed his lips, and his cold eyes flashed: "Then go and apologize now."
After all, he threw the thin black thread directly into the mass grave.
Under the special imprint of Zhuihun San, Ye Qingluo could clearly see that thin black thread, which was the same as a piece of hair, like a snake, quickly scurrying among the remains of the corpse.
In the quiet mass grave, You Ji's cold and misty voice sounded: "You Yin, don't say anything more than to apologize."
The thin black line pauses slightly.
Immediately after a flash, he completely left the mass grave.
Ye Qingluo didn't chase after him immediately.
Until the breath of the thin black line, that is, the guy named Youyin, completely disappeared.
Only then did You Ji turn around slowly, blend into the night, and leave the mass grave.
There was silence for half a stick of incense.
Only then did Ye Qingluo pull Di Moxuan out of his hiding place.
In the air, one could vaguely feel that extremely faint cold aura.
She frowned slightly, and there was a faint, bloody light in her eyes, which was fleeting.
Hearing the name "You Yin", Ye Qingluo was already sure.
The thin black line and the silence are the same.
They are all subordinates of the so-called "Honorable One".
Who is that Venerable? what purpose
Why... I always feel that the venerable is always entangled around her.
Is it possible...
On her body... there is that Venerable, what do you want
"Xiao Luoer!"
Suddenly, a man's displeased voice came from his ear.
The strength in the waist suddenly increased.
Her face hit the man's thick chest.
She withdrew her thoughts and raised her eyes slightly.
He met the man's eyes full of her reflection.
The mass graves are windy.
Di Moxuan's ink hair flew up.
He also boasted about the purple robe he wore.
Put on that magnificent, alluring and criminal face.
Such astonishment, even Ye Qingluo couldn't help but be bewitched.
"Don't think about anyone other than me." The man was very jealous, and his tone was very obvious, "I don't like you looking at other people."
Ye Qingluo laughed.
Dare to feel that he was jealous because she put all her attention on You Ji just now.
The him after being infected by the love gu.
Surprisingly honest.
And, honestly, it's cute.
Ye Qing smiled, raising her hand to pinch his cheek.
Ever since Di Moxuan fell into the love gu, she remained motionless, slapping hands on his face.
If it is normal.
She dared to pinch his face.
He dared to eat her up and wipe her clean, leaving no residue left.
When she got back to the yard, she discussed with Miao Yiyi about dispelling Emperor Moxuan's Gu.
Then there will be no chance...
It's rare to have a good time now.
Of course she would not miss this opportunity.