Yes…
belongs to him.
Alone, he alone.
This idea kept magnifying in Gu Jingyu's mind.
Almost drove him crazy.
His heart was beating uncontrollably.
He wants to get the night clear.
I want to clear the night.
No matter what means, what method.
As long as you can keep Ye Qingluo by your side, anything is fine!
"Gu Jingyu, are you crazy?!"
Ye Qingluo noticed that the man who was hugging her tightly changed emotionally, and the arms clasped around her seemed to want to rub her into the flesh and blood.
His whole body exuded a treacherous and terrifying hostility.
As if to destroy something.
It's like stepping into hell.
The breath spread crazily around.
Ye Qingluo struggled, trying to break free from the man's grip.
But Gu Jingyu seems to have fallen into some kind of crazy self-consciousness.
Couldn't hear her at all.
Just blindly tighten your arms.
Ye Qingluo was in pain, and he couldn't lift his strength.
Being pressed tightly into his arms, he was almost out of breath.
Seeing the situation on Ye Qingluo's side, Bai Mei's red lips evoked a sneer with complacency and madness: "Hahaha... Ye Qingluo, don't worry, you will be in more pain soon... Don't struggle, save some strength, later Hiss and scream..."
She laughed ferociously, laughing wildly.
Venting the jealousy and resentment that had accumulated in his chest for a long time.
Over there, Hallmaster Wuyan and the third elder had already walked in front of Tianxiatuan.
Xuangui was like a giant mountain, standing in front of those boys and girls.
With blue eyes, he stared at everything around him vigilantly.
On the turtle shell with intricate patterns.
Those two entangled things that looked like snakes and dragons were constantly intertwined, sticking out their scarlet tongues, and both pairs of eyes exuded a piercing cold light.
The huge body blocked Hall Master Wuyan and the third elder.
on flat ground.
The boys and girls were panting heavily, relieving the pain in their bodies that had just hit and twisted.
They could also clearly hear the conversation between Bai Mei and Qing Luo.
Want to resist, want to refute.
But they didn't even have the strength to move.
Once Bai Mei blew the black flute.
Their bodies are like a turbulent sea, turbulent and choppy!
At first, they felt as if thousands of thin needles were pricking him in their bodies.
It also seemed that there were thousands of bugs, constantly gnawing on them.
Stinging and itching.
Immediately afterwards, sometimes it was like a fire, and sometimes it was like being in an ice cellar.
Most excruciating, unbearable.
It is in this ****.
The internal organs and bones in their bodies seemed to be broken one by one, and then reassembled one by one.
It was also accompanied by a kind of... tearing pain.
This made them have no strength to resist at all.
Even now, Bai Mei has put down her flute.
The pain in the body still hasn't eased.
Yan Xiaoyi gasped for breath, clasped her fingers tightly in the flesh of her palm, gritted her teeth and said sharply: "Qing Luo, we're fine...they can't hurt us..."
Ye Qingluo's situation was obviously not right.
They must not be a burden to Ye Qingluo.
I can't let Ye Qingluo die for them again...
Qiao Jin looked at the woman's trembling delicate body, her pale lips, and the sweat oozing from her forehead due to pain and exertion, and stretched out her hand to hug her in her arms.
His complexion was also a little pale because of the pain.