"An envoy from the upper three realms? Miss Yan, as a counterfeit who knows Ye Qingluo very well, do you think... I don't know... who are you?"
She smiled lowly, her voice was a little lazy.
Ye Qingluo's voice just fell.
Yan Zhenfei froze suddenly.
Little by little, her eyes moved to Ye Qingluo's face.
In the eyes, killing intent strikes.
Ye Qingluo's frivolous pink lips, her tone was very light: "If you don't want to make this matter a big deal, now... get out of the way."
It was obviously just a cold and indifferent voice.
But for no reason, it is oppressive.
Yan Zhenfei turned pale under the pressure.
The smile on his face could no longer be maintained.
If you look closely, I'm afraid... you can still see her slightly trembling body.
Why... would this woman know her identity
She obviously... covered up everything so well!
In the eyes of everyone, she is a noble messenger from the upper three realms.
She is the messenger of the Dark Palace!
From beginning to end, they are people from the upper three realms!
No…
This woman cannot be allowed to expose her identity.
She cannot be considered a lowly lower world!
This secret must be hidden forever!
The more Yan Zhenfei thought about it, the more flustered she became.
"Night falls..."
Yan Zhenfei's voice suddenly dropped.
She stared fixedly at Ye Qingluo's eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes, suddenly smudged into a black mist like ink smudged.
Ye Qingluo was caught by those eyes for a moment.
There was a strange beating in her heart.
In front of him, there was a moment of trance.
But in the next moment, a searing heat surged from the heart.
Bit by bit, her consciousness was burning.
Her eyelashes trembled, and she was conscious.
This is…
Yan Zhenfei wants to control her
Ye Qingluo asked herself, she has gone through two lifetimes.
Her psychology is already firm and indestructible.
Her mental strength is also beyond ordinary people.
Generally speaking, she is not easy to control.
What's more, relying on Yan Zhenfei's mental strength.
Can you control her too
But just now, if it wasn't for Xuan Xinyu's reminder.
It is very possible that she will lose her sanity.
Just when Ye Qingluo was about to fight back.
Suddenly, a big palm covered her eyes.
A wave of warm profound energy followed her eyes slowly, slowly sinking in.
In an instant, all the controlling power that Yan Zhenfei injected into her was wiped away.
Ye Qingluo was taken aback.
In the breath, there was a familiar plum fragrance.
She frowned, almost without opening her eyes, she knew who it was: "Chu Wuxin!"
"Don't look at her." A cold and indifferent voice floated down from above her head.
The man's body moved closer to her.
The smell of plum fragrance became more and more clear, and drilled into her nose.
Ye Qingluo frowned, and was about to raise her hand to push Chu Wuxin's arm away.
Next to her ear, Chu Wuxin's cold voice came again: "You can't resist her eyes."
Ye Qingluo opened his mouth, but he didn't say what he wanted to say.
It was interrupted by Yan Zhenfei's sharp voice: "Master of Death Castle, why did you stop me!"
"She's mine." Chu Wuxin said lightly, with calm eyes, "Whoever moves will die."
Yan Zhenfei took a few steps back in shock, she clenched her hands unwillingly: "Master of Death Castle, don't forget, I am the one you should help!"
"Whoever touches her will die." Chu Wuxin repeated these words calmly with a frosty face.
Simple five words.
The jealousy and cruelty in Yan Zhenfei's eyes became more intense.