The wind dances wildly.
The girl's flaming robe was blown so loudly that it seemed that even the air was smudged with blood.
She half-closed her eyes, her deep pupils exuded a coldness as cold as ice, and a smear of blood was faintly visible, fleeting.
"Want to kill me?"
"Want to take away the Cangshui artifact?"
When she spoke, there was a chill in her voice.
In his eyes, he couldn't see any emotion.
Si Yanmu's eyes widened in fear, and his whole body trembled.
The tight neck made him unable to utter a word.
Ye Qingluo smiled.
The pink lips were raised slightly, and the hooked smile complemented that alluring face, like poppies blooming.
Even except for the upturned corners of his mouth, his face is expressionless.
It's hard to hide her suffocating beauty.
Under that prosperous and beautiful smile.
Si Yanmu only felt that smile was like a call from hell.
He couldn't help trembling all over, the space was indescribable.
Ye Qingluo smiled lightly and lowered her eyes.
His eyes lightly glanced at Xuan Gui.
Immediately, the other hand was raised and clasped Si Yanmu's right hand that was hanging by his side weakly.
"ah-"
A scream came from Si Yanmu's mouth.
I saw a red glow passing by.
Si Yanmu's right hand was chopped into two pieces.
The brilliant red blended with the splashing blood.
His hand fell to the ground and rolled around a few times.
Si Yanmu's body trembled like chaff, and he stared at Ye Qingluo with fear on his face: "No...impossible, how could you... how could it be..."
He clearly saw that Ye Qingluo's eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul!
That's not what the Palace Master said.
Ye Qingluo's willpower collapsed.
Ye Qingluo will lose consciousness and lose his soul!
Let the dark palace control
Can…
How could Ye Qingluo still fight back
Could it be that she deliberately pretended to be unconscious just now to lure him into the bait
the most important is…
He is now a corpse puppet!
Dead puppets are not afraid of severe pain, they are immortal!
Can…
But why, he can feel severe pain
Si Yanmu suppressed a certain guess in his heart, widened his eyes, and looked at the severed right hand: "No... no, I am a corpse puppet, I am immortal!"
However, no matter how Si Yanmu brainwashed himself.
How could he use his thoughts to bring the severed hand back to him.
That hand just lay there quietly, without any intention of moving.
"Just now, you were the hand that hurt Xuangui."
Ye Qingluo spoke lightly. The words are cold, without any emotion.
Si Yanmu trembled all over, fear spreading.
Immediately, the girl's fingertips moved.
The flame-eating fan, which was as red as a raging flame, burst out a red light.
The red light fell on the half of the palm on the ground.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, that hand was directly blown into pieces.
"no no-"
Si Yanmu screamed and struggled.
However, two "no" words are exported.
No words could come out of his throat.
He doesn't need to breathe at all.
But right now, the real pain of suffocation was spreading in his chest.
It's like the next moment...
He will die from lack of oxygen!
"Also, this hand." Ye Qingluo smiled again.
With her cold voice fell.
Si Yanmu's other wrist was cut off directly.
Again, reduced to ashes.
No matter how much Si Yanmu begged for mercy, Ye Qingluo never let go.
Her expression didn't change a single bit.
With Si Yanmu in her hands, he couldn't even make a dying struggle.