"Purpose?" The Second Palace Mistress chuckled and murmured these two words.
Those seductive eyes are even more curved: "My purpose is only you."
Her voice is not too small.
Melodiously floating over the entire entrance of the Miao people.
"Ye Qingluo, take a good look at my face."
The second palace lord jumped up, but in the blink of an eye, he saw an afterimage passing by, and the person had appeared two steps away from Ye Qingluo and stood still.
Ye Qingluo remained motionless.
Coming towards him was the powerful profound energy carried by the second palace lord.
Like a bone-cutting sharp blade, it cut straight at Ye Qingluo's face.
Ye Qingluo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't deliberately dodge.
When this strand of profound energy was about to fall on Ye Qingluo's face.
Ye Qingluo's fluttering eyelashes suddenly drew a stream of silhouette-like light.
Just like the ripples of water and light, there are layer after layer of ripples in midair.
The profound strength brought by the second palace lord.
It hit the ripples.
In an instant, it vanished into nothingness.
Surroundings, the violent breath, like a whirlwind, lingered between the two of them non-stop.
It's like the tumbling waves in the vast sea, constantly stirring the most ferocious whirlwind.
In this whirlwind.
The expressions of the two standing face to face did not change at all.
The Mistress of the Second Palace had seductive eyebrows and eyes, but there was a clear killing intent.
She sneered, exuded her hands, and slowly removed the black veil covering her face.
Ye Qingluo's extremely familiar face was revealed.
The Mistress of the Second Palace curled her red lips, and with her slender fingers, she touched her smooth and fair face little by little, and asked with a low smile, "Ye Qingluo, do you still recognize me?"
Ye Qingluo happened to take a look at this face.
At that time, her more reaction was that she felt that she was wrong.
But now, this face, without any concealment, was revealed in front of his eyes.
It confirmed that she hadn't missed it from the very beginning.
The face of the second palace lord is Ye Qingqian...
That face was exactly the same as Ye Qingqian, without any deviation.
Especially, when listening to the second palace lord's questioning.
For a moment, Ye Qingluo really thought that the person in front of her was the Ye Qingqian who was tortured into meatloaf by her when the dark forces captured Xilan Continent.
But, just for a moment.
Ye Qingluo vetoed his idea.
Because, although the person in front of him has exactly the same face as Ye Qingqian.
But whether it is the tone of speech, or temperament.
They are not at all the aura that Ye Qingqian can possess.
Moreover, according to the selection ceremony of the saintess of the Miao nationality, it was the first time he played against the second palace master.
The second palace lord didn't know her at all.
And the tone is completely different.
"What? Seeing that my sister is still alive, shouldn't I be more happy?" The second palace lord bent her red lips, completely releasing the charm of Ye Qingqian's face.
Ye Qingluo narrowed her eyes, and suddenly had another guess in her mind.
She pondered for a moment, staring at the second palace lord, and smiled tentatively: "Really? If you are really my good sister, I will naturally be happy."
Sure enough, when hearing her words.
The expression of the second palace lord changed slightly.
Those seductive eyes also flickered a few times.
Ye Qingluo was more sure of her thoughts, and put her hand on her chin, looking very surprised: "I've heard... a certain holy law of the dark forces, who looks exactly like my good sister... today See, that's right."
The second palace lord's expression turned cold: "This palace lord really underestimated you."