Ye Qingluo's words and sentences are all approaching the truth.
After all, Miao Rongrong is still too young.
She just felt cold all over, as if all the secrets in her heart had been seen through by Ye Qingluo.
Looking at Ye Qingluo's disapproving, calm and composed appearance.
All her previous complacency and arrogance could no longer rise.
Full of heart, only apprehensive fear.
Ye Qingluo could see all of Miao Rongrong's expressions.
This also shows that my guess is basically correct.
Ye Qingluo narrowed her eyes, and the corner of her mouth smiled even wider.
She took a slow step forward.
Miao Rongrong was so frightened that she screamed and thrust her whole body behind the guard.
Ye Qingluo paused.
She just looked straight at Miao Rongrong, lowered her head slightly, and the broken hair on her cheeks fell down, covering half of her face.
Only the corners of her mouth that were raised slightly, exuding endless coldness were faintly revealed.
Obviously smiling.
But Miao Rongrong could clearly feel that an invisible pressure and killing intent were eroding her internal organs.
Miao Rongrong panicked.
Want to scream, want to order the guards to stop Ye Qingluo.
But when it came to the mouth, it released all kinds of sounds.
She was... so frightened that she lost her voice!
Obviously... Ye Qingluo doesn't look much older than her.
But can feel the aura that makes her breathless
"Over there in Anyou Palace... and I, we can be called old friends." Ye Qingluo smiled lightly and bent her eyes, "Only a stupid person like you would sacrifice his soul and be reduced to death." To be the pawn of the Dark Palace, to become the food of the Dark Palace... "
Ye Qingluo's hoarse voice, with a trace of undetectable bewitchment, is very seductive.
as expected.
Miao Rongrong's eyes full of fear were gradually stained with a layer of shock and confusion.
Ye Qingluo's voice was lower, as if hypnotized: "Actually, you are very clear, after cooperating with the Dark Palace, if you can't become a saint, then...you have to die. You don't want to die, do you? If you don't want to die, I can let you go A horse..."
Endless fear, and under the oppression of Ye Qingluo's innate aura.
Miao Rongrong's heart has long been defeated.
Coupled with Ye Qingluo's current guidance, if there is any guidance.
The fear of death in my heart also reached its peak at this moment.
In Miao Rongrong's eyes, the lingering black aura surged bit by bit.
Like countless black holes, forming vortices one by one in her pupils.
"Who is it that wants to use you to deliberately fabricate Xuanxinyu's words to deceive you?" Seeing that the opportunity had come, Ye Qingluo immediately asked in a low voice.
Miao Rongrong's eyelashes trembled.
She opened her lips, stiff and difficult, and paused every word: "I, I overheard, overheard the conversation between that messenger and a person called Holy Law, what they said... what they said... ah! "
Miao Rongrong said more to the back.
The sound gets softer.
until the last word falls.
In her pupils, the black mist that kept rolling and billowing suddenly moved rapidly at this very moment.
The endless black breath entangled Miao Rongrong.
Miao Rongrong made a painful sound from her mouth.
"My eyes... my head... my heart..."
Miao Rongrong raised her hand stiffly, beat her head violently for a while, pressed her eyes hard for a while, and pressed her heart hard again.
Her face was full of pain, and she roared heart-piercingly.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, staring at Miao Rongrong's distorted face due to pain, and slowly stepped back a few steps to avoid the black mist that was scurrying around indiscriminately.