The dozen or so guards were also stunned at this moment.
They turned their heads in unison, looking at Yan Zhenfei who was strangled by the neck, without the slightest expression on their faces, but... they did not continue to attack.
They lined up in a row, facing the direction of Ye Qingluo.
It's like a dozen puppets, waiting for the final order.
Yan Zhenfei was frightened by Ye Qingluo, she was trembling all over, a pain of suffocation in her neck made her full of hope for survival: "Save the envoy! Save me..."
More than a dozen guards stood in place.
Ye Qingluo squinted her eyes, and glanced across the flat, emotionless faces in front of her eyes one by one.
A guess in my heart gradually took shape.
She pursed her lips and moved her fingers slightly on Yan Zhenfei's neck.
Immediately, she hooked her lips, and her bloodthirsty smile smeared in her eyes.
She lowered her head, leaned close to Yan Zhenfei's ear, and whispered softly: "It seems that you failed as a messenger."
"You, you are talking nonsense!" Yan Zhenfei retorted with difficulty, "I am the envoy of the Dark Palace, you kill me...you kill me, they, they will not let you go!"
Ye Qingluo raised his eyebrows, interestingly: "Then, give it a try?"
Just in time, let's try it too, her guess.
Ye Qingluo grabbed Yan Zhenfei's neck, raised his eyes, and looked at the guards lined up in front of him with a smile: "You people in the Dark Palace are nothing more than that. The preaching is so amazing, how can you say that you have to go beyond that?" The Imperial Palace. I see, you are not even half as good as the Imperial Palace."
There was a smile in her voice.
Immediately, he tilted his head again, blinked his curly eyelashes, and smiled innocently: "Originally, because we are old acquaintances... Plus, today is another grand ceremony for the selection of saintesses of the Miao nationality. I don't intend to lose face to you, what a pity..."
She deliberately paused for a moment.
There was a treacherous chill in the voice.
"If you don't do it, you won't die. Since the envoy loves doing it so much, then I will fulfill you... and let you take your dark palace and roll from heaven...to hell."
In the previous few sentences, Ye Qingluo did not deliberately control his volume.
The last sentence lowered his voice.
The cold voice, like a life-threatening lock, penetrated into Yan Zhenfei's heart bit by bit.
Almost reflexively, Yan Zhenfei let out a scream of "ah", her face turned pale.
The guests around were boiling again at this time.
Dare to love, are the messenger and Ye Luo old acquaintances? Is it an old acquaintance
The messengers are people from the upper three realms.
In other words... this Yeluo is also from the upper three realms
No wonder, he has such cultivation at such a young age!
Only those god-like people in the upper three realms can be so perverted!
After knowing that Ye Luo was from the "Upper Three Realms", everyone's mood immediately changed.
In fact, Ye Luo was right.
From the beginning to the end, it was Yan Feifei who relied on the power of the Anyou Palace to show off her power here, and threatened the elders of the Miao nationality, forcing Ye Luo and others, who were sitting in the first row of seats, to the last row of seats.
If it wasn't for Yan Feifei's provocation.
Yan Feifei will not be kicked to the bench and reduced to the current situation.
If you don't do it, you won't die.
A new image, very apt.
"Night falls!"
Crouching aside, Sun Yutong, whose face was pale, grabbed Mei's robe tightly in fear.
Sun Yutong stared at Yeluo tremblingly, and looked anxiously at Yan Zhenfei in Yeluo's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Quickly let Sister Yan go!"