Such unity, once torn apart.
That's what caused an uproar.
But, as long as Ye Qing falls here.
The matter of the four holy beasts is also a fact.
That is the only hope in everyone's heart.
As long as there is this hope.
It is a belief in their minds.
On this point, no matter how hard Yu Zhiwen thought about it, she probably wouldn't think of it.
She only knew that her words had achieved what she wanted, and that was enough.
The smile on her face gradually enlarged, she was proud and satisfied, that delicate face, because of this smile, looked extremely hideous.
"What's more, no one knows whether what is shown here is the illusion that Ye Qingluo specially wants us to see, or the picture that Lord Emperor Zun wants us to see..."
Yu Zhiwen said something meaningful again.
Everyone's hearts trembled suddenly.
His gaze was directed towards the sky again, on the scene of fierce fighting.
This... is an illusion
This... is fake
A voice in my heart told them that such a real scene was related to Ye Qingluo's performance in front of them before.
It must not be fake.
But, listening to Yu Zhiwen's words, another voice in my heart told them... Yu Zhiwen's words may not be wrong.
"You... what are you?" Suddenly, a clear and soft voice came, but there was a trace of coldness in that voice.
Immediately, she saw a petite figure rushing towards Yu Zhiwen quickly.
The speed is so fast that people have not yet reacted.
Yu Zhiwen only felt a sharp pain hit her face.
She screamed, covered her face, and curled up on the ground in pain.
Blood flowed all over the floor along her fingertips.
Yu Zhiwen yelled in horror: "My face... my face... my face!"
She nearly collapsed, her voice hoarse and sharp.
But her hands couldn't cover the blood seeping from her face.
"Ah - bitch! You bitch!" Yu Zhiwen felt the blood dripping down her face continuously, the thick liquid was warm and moist.
Yu Zhiwen's whole body almost collapsed.
"What are you, dare to slander Maomao's sister?" The petite figure standing in front of Yu Zhiwen looked at Yu Zhiwen arrogantly.
Those big, round, agile eyes contained a coldness that did not match her appearance at all.
Even though she was petite, she could only look up at Yu Zhiwen.
The aura all over her body could easily suppress Yu Zhiwen.
Limao snorted coldly, put one hand on his hip, pointed in Yu Zhiwen's direction with the other, and said domineeringly: "Just a scum like you deserves to be jealous of Maomao's sister? Slandering Maomao's sister, Maomao wants to tear you apart!" Q!"
On the outstretched hand, on the slender fingers, the sharp and sharp nails were still stained with traces of blood.
"Ah—bitch! It's you! It's you!" Yu Zhiwen stared at Limao's nails with resentful eyes.
Immediately, he frantically rushed towards the glass cat!
When Yu Zhiwen moved her hand away from her face.
Only then did everyone see clearly that Yu Zhiwen's face... had a few bloodstains, which were extremely obvious.
There is also a thick liquid, which slides down along the bloodstains.
The bloodstain was drawn directly from Yu Zhiwen's forehead to her chin.
It's just like…
It's like being scratched severely by a cat.
Yu Zhiwen's pretty face was directly ruined!
No wonder Yu Zhiwen was so crazy.