burn...
hot...
It was as if a volcano had erupted in his body.
Her body was tense.
It seems that something has been unable to control this depression and is about to explode...
"Uh... ah..."
Perhaps the strength of Hall Master Wuyan has increased.
The young man grunted in pain, overflowing from between his teeth.
Hall Master Wuyan smiled grimly and raised his hand.
The palm is covered with a piece of thick profound energy, mixed with a strong profound yin aura.
Like playing in slow motion, bit by bit, it pressed down on the boy's head...
There was still a sly smile in his mouth: "Ye Qingluo, tell me... what will it look like when this palm is pressed from his head? It must be very exciting and exciting..."
Ye Qingluo's pupils dilated little by little.
Eyes covered with a bright red light fixed on the palm of Hall Master Wuyan without blinking.
The anger in the chest is burning wildly.
She was trembling all over.
Looking at Ye Qingluo's expression, Hall Master Wuyan felt very happy.
Her hand was already on the boy's head.
Just use a little force.
It can directly crush that head.
She smiled ferociously and sinisterly: "Now... you know how it feels? When my Fu'er was bullied by you, I felt the same way!"
She was talking.
His expression became a little crazy.
The young man who was pulled up groaned in pain.
But that immature face was full of stubbornness.
He raised his head, obviously the pain was groaning, but he still held on, looking at Ye Qingluo with both eyes, and said word by word: "Master Qingluo, don't, don't worry about me, save, save everyone …”
Every time he uttered a word.
It was hard to breathe lightly.
But the tightness of the throat, and the pair of cold and deboned hands covering the head.
It made it extremely difficult for her to even breathe.
After he finished speaking, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He closed his eyes forcefully.
Obviously he was terrified.
But he still held on, trying to calm himself down.
The boy's stubborn voice matched his attitude of no hesitation.
Both deeply hurt the girl's eyes.
The chest cavity seemed to be gathering a raging fire.
hate myself...
Failed to protect them.
They believed in her so much.
then believe...
Gu Jingyu, who was hugging Ye Qingluo tightly, suddenly froze.
Like being burned by fire.
Immediately let go of the person in his arms, and even took a few steps back.
With gentle eyes, he looked at the person in front of him in astonishment.
A girl who lost her strength.
The body did not fall to the ground.
Instead... just stood there straight.
No, not a stand.
More precisely...
It was floating there.
Yes, float.
Ye Qingluo was surrounded by a violent red streamer.
The roots are intertwined around the girl.
The girl is like a marionette.
The strong wind howled.
Fly the girl's red dress.
Like a burning flame, dazzling.
Gu Jingyu looked at her blankly.
He also lowered his head from time to time, looking at the hands that hugged the girl just now.
Between the palms, the feeling of burning is still vaguely there.
How is this going
Didn't she lose her profound strength
Now... what is this surging breath
It turned out... so powerful!
Is it possible...
It's because... Hall Master Wuyan attacked her brothers.
Inspired her
The movement of Ye Qingluo also attracted the attention of Hallmaster Wuyan and the third elder.
The expressions of the two changed drastically.
After looking at each other.
Quickly gathering profound strength, the wind of the palm fluttered, and at the same time, he slapped down on the head of the boy he was restraining in his hand—