Ye Qingluo's eyes were slightly chilly, and when the narrow and long eyes were raised, a blooming flame was outlined at the end of the eyes.
That smile is breathtakingly beautiful.
But in the eyes of the master of the Linglong Palace, it looks like Shura who climbed up from hell.
With every smile and frown, there is a coolness that makes people feel chills all over.
The master of Linglong Palace has never encountered such an urgent pressure.
Even just now, when looking at God Mo Xuanbing's sharp black eyes, he never felt such a feeling.
There was a bit of fear in her pupils unconsciously.
When she spoke, even her voice trembled a little: "You... what do you want to do?"
Ye Qingluo half-closed her charming eyes, and stared at her: "What do you think I want to do?"
The Master of Linglong Palace pursed his lips tightly, and there was a fishy and cold stream of light in his eyes.
She didn't answer.
Clenched fingers tightly.
I feel very humiliated.
Ye Qingluo deliberately paused for a moment, admiring the ice-cold face of the master of Linglong Hall, showing such a embarrassed expression.
She doesn't speak.
Invisibly, it created more pressure on the master of Linglong Hall.
Until the pupils of the Lord of Linglong Hall shrank rapidly, and the hurricane surging between the pupils seemed to seep out from the pupils.
Only then did Ye Qingluo slightly open her pink lips, and said word by word: "The purpose of the existence of the Linglong Palace, why? You, and the so-called Xuannv, why do you exist?"
Because her body is suitable, she must be forced to become the next Linglong Hall Master.
It sounds extremely ridiculous.
Need to find the Linglong Temple with a body that fits the power.
Among them, there must be some purpose, or some reason.
Hearing Ye Qingluo's question, the Master of Linglong Palace froze for a moment: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Anyway, you want to die with all your heart, so just tell me the matter. If I am happy, I can still make your wish come true, right?"
Ye Qingluo opened her mouth with a smile, and gently stroked her lips with her slender fingers.
That appearance, as if he really kindly wished for the Lord of the Linglong Hall.
The muscles on Linglongdian's face trembled slightly.
What does it mean to let her get what she wants.
Who wants to die if it is possible
If he really wanted to die, how could he have endured in Linglong Palace for so many years
Even if it is because of being the master of the Linglong Palace, there is no freedom in the body, and he cannot seek death.
But... If a person really wants to die, there are thousands of ways.
Furthermore, the master of Linglong hall would want her to inherit the position of the next master of Linglong hall in exchange for her own freedom.
This already shows that she doesn't want to die at all.
For a person who yearns for liberation, but dares not, is not willing to die...
The only way is to follow her psychological defense line and infiltrate bit by bit.
"How is it? Can the Lord Palace Master consider it?" Ye Qingluo asked with a smile.
That "Hall Master Lord" was full of sarcasm.
The master of the Linglong Palace clenched his fists tightly, and his fingers were all clasped together.
A pair of poisoned eyes seemed to be covered with ice.
Her whole body was tense, as if each word came out from between her teeth, she gritted her teeth and said, "What do you want to know?!"
Ye Qingluo's smile deepened, and she leaned down slightly, her alluring face was enlarged in the pupils of the master of Linglong Hall.
She smiled sweetly: "The reason for the existence of the Linglong Temple, and... the standard of 'body' you look at."
The Lord of Linglong Hall frowned, his expression extremely ugly.