Ye Qingluo frowned slightly: "What are you going to do?"
Chu Wuxin clasped her wrist with one hand.
In the darkness, that looming stern face revealed endless coldness.
In the eyes that blended with the night.
Like a gathering vortex, it seems to absorb everything around it.
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank slightly.
In the bottom of my heart, there is a bad premonition.
Chu Wuxin hooked her thin lips.
A low, malicious voice sounded in the girl's ear: "You trust him so much, but... will he trust you?"
Ye Qingluo realized what Chu Wuxin wanted to do.
Her complexion suddenly darkened.
"Chu Wuxin!"
Ye Qingluo bit his name heavily, her eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of frost.
The girl was angry.
The wrist tightly clasped by Chu Wuxin turned violently in a strange posture.
Under Chu Wuxin's restraint, he withdrew his hand.
Then, Ye Qingluo stretched out his arms towards Chu Wuxin's arms, trying to snatch Feng Xi from his arms.
only…
As soon as she stretched out her hand, it seemed that the man had seen through her actions earlier.
Ye Qingluo just stretched out his hand.
He was stopped halfway by Chu Wuxin.
The slender white hand was once again held by the man's generous palm.
only…
This scene is more like Ye Qingluo... actively sending herself into the man's hands.
However, at this time.
There was a "bang".
The closed door was suddenly pushed open.
The ground suddenly shook.
Even the things in the room were shaking.
From the open door.
Faintly projected the brilliance of finely divided luminous pearls.
Inside the room, the two people who were looking murderous, couldn't help being slightly stunned by this change.
In the air, there was a breath like being on top of an iceberg.
It seems to be able to freeze the surrounding area into frost.
The low air pressure is dull and depressed.
In the air, there is a faint, clear sandalwood.
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank suddenly: "Ah, Ah Xuan..."
He heard the girl whisper.
The whirlpool gathered in Chu Wuxin's eyes surged like a raging wave.
Like a beast that has been imprisoned for a long time, it is about to be free.
The cold smile on his thin lips, at this moment, was evil and full of malice.
Clutching the girl's wrist, she bowed her head and wanted to...
Come closer, girl.
"Chu Wuxin!"
The refreshing fragrance of plum blossoms blows over my face.
Ye Qingluo recovered from the shock just now.
She pushed away Chu Wuxin's other hand, and her fingertips moved slightly.
A flaming red fan appeared between her slender white fingers.
A sharp blade was drawn from one end of the fan handle and pierced into the man's chest.
The blood was not conspicuous in that red dress.
Chu Wuxin snorted.
Slightly lowering his eyes, he stared at the direction of his chest.
The sharp blade hurt his eyes.
However, he smiled lowly, and the emotional fluctuations in his eyes became more violent.
Tight, completely ignoring the sharp blade on his chest.
Wrapping one hand around the girl's shoulder.
The whole person approached the girl.
The sharp blade on the chest pierced deeper.
But he ignored it.
Ye Qingluo's narrow and charming eyes trembled slightly.
Soon, in her eyes, there was only a piece of ice like a thousand-year-old snow mountain, which was cold and boneless.
The moment when the man's arm wrapped around himself.
A backhand clasps his arm.
Then, he pushed his body out of the range of his arms.
Just moved.
A hand was placed across the waist.
Great strength.
The domineering breath eroded her senses.
"boom!"
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground resounded through the house.