The cold fingers, like sharp knives, were deeply embedded in Gong Xiazhu's neck.
Gong Xiazhu twitched all over in pain, her face was pale, and she struggled desperately.
But it was a struggle, and the strength between the necks became heavier.
She could even feel that her legs were gradually moving away from the ground.
The pain of suffocation invaded.
"Um... um..."
She twisted her body in pain.
In my ears, I can still clearly hear the mocking sneer from the girl: "You dare to touch me, a waste of self-esteem?"
That tone of voice was cold without any emotional ups and downs.
Gong Xiazhu felt cold all over his body.
The smell of death and despair made her eyes turn white.
until...
When Gong Xiazhu was still breathing his last breath.
Ye Qingluo threw the man to the ground.
Gong Xiazhu coughed violently.
It's not over yet.
With a straight foot, he stepped on her wrist.
Ye Qingluo stepped on her hand, slowly lowered her body, and put her arms on her knees.
Listening to Gong Xiazhu screaming in pain.
Ye Qingluo picked up the dagger beside him in his hand.
The blade is blunt.
It seems to be rusty.
Wisps of black air lingered around the dagger.
This dagger was aimed at the golden pupil of the Huangfu family.
The black air on this dagger...
Very treacherous.
But for ordinary people, it doesn't have much impact.
Can…
Once it touches the body of a person with the blood of the Huangfu family.
That would quickly swallow up the blood of the Huangfu family!
especially…
The more orthodox the blood.
The greater the impact.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Gong Xiazhu aimed at Qiao Jin.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth twitched: "Where did this thing come from?"
Gong Xiazhu screamed in pain, completely ignoring Ye Qingluo's words.
The corner of Ye Qingluo's mouth smiled even more, but it was covered with a layer of hostility: "Don't want to say it? That's okay... Even if you don't say it, Wuwu knows where this thing came from."
She backhanded the dagger and plunged it into Gong Xiazhu's body.
The blunt blade was inserted entirely by force.
The painful Gong Xiazhu howled heart-piercingly.
Ye Qingluo picked out his ears and kicked him violently.
Gong Xiazhu's body rolled to Qiao Jin's feet like a chicken being thrown, "Here, I leave it to you to play."
Qiao Jin hugged Yan Xiaoyi and stared at Ye Qingluo for a moment.
Until Ye Qingluo talked to him.
He seemed to come back to himself.
His eyes lit up suddenly.
Holding Yan Xiaoyi in his arms, he rushed to Ye Qingluo's face quickly.
He didn't even look at Gong Xiazhu on the ground: "Qing Luo! You...you can save Xiaoyi, right? You can definitely save Xiaoyi, right..."
He lowered his head and looked at Yan Xiaoyi who was pale, but forced to open his eyes: "Look at Xiaoyi, she...she doesn't seem to be a simple internal injury..."
Ye Qingluo took Yan Xiaoyi from his arms.
Lay it flat on the ground.
While feeling the pulse, he raised his head and stared straight at Qiao Jin: "Speaking of which, your face is actually pretty, just a little worse than my Ah Xuan's, so don't cover it up from now on. , our regiment is full of handsome men and beautiful women, don't destroy our regiment."
Qiao Jin: "..."
He's not in the mood now, how about discussing his face
"Tsk... Xiaoyi, you're too messy." Ye Qingluo took his pulse, clicked his mouth again, took out a bottle of pill from his bosom, and stuffed it into her mouth, "Knowing that my body It’s all like this, and you’re forcing Xuan Xin Yu to run, do you want to play self-destruct?”