The next moment.
Under the dense red light.
No one has ever seen a trace of silver hidden under Ye Yan's red light.
By the time Pharaoh Crane noticed the chill coming, it was already too late.
The silver thread hidden under the Flame Devouring Fan has quickly wrapped around Pharaoh Crane.
Immediately, Ye Qingluo hooked his finger.
The Flame Devouring Fan closed.
Countless silver threads suddenly lifted Pharaoh Crane's body.
He was bound and hung horizontally in mid-air.
"Ah-"
Pharaoh Crane screamed.
These limbs are constantly thrashing and struggling in the air.
The cold silver thread, like a sharp knife, clings to his skin, his flesh.
Faintly, there was also a tingling sensation.
I can even feel the thick liquid overflowing from the body.
That silver thread is no ordinary silver thread!
After Pharaoh Crane realized this, his whole body froze.
"Dark Palace is just a mouse hiding in the shadows, how dare you talk nonsense in front of the famous and decent families?"
The girl sneered, spreading throughout the auction conference.
Her tone was full of sarcasm: "Since the two of you have beautified the Dark Palace so much, then, do you two think, before you die, can the people in the Dark Palace... save you?"
Pharaoh He and Qiao Yulu's eyes widened in horror, but they were unable to move.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched, and he looked down again, those profound practitioners who had no fighting spirit.
"Do you really understand what a strong man is
Will the real strong man escape from danger
Will the real strong seek shortcuts to improve themselves
Will a real strong man question his own ability and wear down his fighting spirit in front of the battlefield? "
After several consecutive questions, Ye Qingluo's voice became more and more fierce.
Then, she sneered, revealing a bit of sarcasm: "The strong I think are those who fight out of difficulties and trials! Facing stronger and more powerful opponents than yourself should not be fear! Instead, the fighting spirit is all ignited! I want to improve myself, to the point where I can fight the opponent!"
After Ye Qingluo finished speaking, she threw Qiao Yulu in her hand in one direction, "If you keep facing everything with the mentality of the weak, you will be slaughtered like these trash! "
"Ah!" A feeling of weightlessness made Qiao Yulu scream.
The fear of falling from a height ate into her heart.
This fall, without the assistance of any profound energy.
She will definitely be smashed into a pulp!
"Hmm!" Pharaoh Crane grunted in pain, being entwined with silver threads, turning his body like a spiral, spinning non-stop!
The two people from the Dark Palace were still instigating people's hearts just a moment ago.
The next moment, he was in such a mess.
Plus Ye Qingluo's words.
Everyone just felt ashamed and embarrassed.
She's as transparent as a girl who has lived most of her life but hasn't lived yet.
Although everyone is still afraid.
But the confidence is greatly increased!
…
"ah-"
Qiao Yulu's ear-piercing scream pierced the sky.
Those screams made my brain ache.
Her body was firmly held by someone.
She nestled in that man's arms, venting her inner fear and pain with her voice.
The person holding her frowned, looking impatient.
When she spoke, her voice was very cold: "Call again, and I will throw you out."
Qiao Yulu was so frightened that she trembled all over. Hearing this voice, she immediately opened her tightly closed eyes, staring at the person holding her tightly.
When seeing that person's face clearly.
She cried out with a "wow": "Big Brother—Big Brother—"