She slowly raised her eyes, narrow and charming, looking at the man bound by iron chains with a bit of narrowness.
This one looks right.
Ye Qingluo was stunned for a moment.
That's a pair of...
Deep and cold, as if hiding the eyes of the world's endless killings and sins...
Black, the ultimate black.
Evil, the ultimate evil.
Evil, the ultimate evil.
Just looking at each other, Ye Qingluo felt that there was a cold current in her body and mind, even her soul, spreading to her limbs and bones.
Let her have a kind of unbearable pressure.
That is…
that man.
A man bound by chains.
Ye Qingluo also clearly saw the face hidden under the messy long hair.
It was completely different from what she had imagined.
That can no longer be called... a human face.
The man's face, that is, the side of his face she saw at the beginning, was indeed handsome, with sword eyebrows raised horizontally, and malicious eyes, revealing the chill of killing and sin.
but…
the other side.
But it's creepy.
That side of the face was covered with black scales.
One piece after another, densely packed to cover half of the face.
His lip color is not human red either.
It's a kind of... purple-black, purple-black like poison.
Ye Qingluo's slender eyebrows frowned imperceptibly.
"As expected of the new owner of the Cangshui Artifact."
The man's cold voice sounded hoarse, and his malicious eyes looked Ye Qingluo up and down: "After seeing my face, I can still remain calm."
"But...it's really ugly and scary." Ye Qingluo commented objectively.
The man laughed.
Laughing so loudly that Ye Qingluo feels like a landslide.
Especially when he smiled, the half of his face covered with black scales twisted together, making him look even more terrifying.
"Are you the descendant of that woman Fengge?" After the man finished laughing, he stared at Yeqing Luozixi up and down, "It's been tens of thousands of years, and I don't know how many generations have passed, but you still look so tall So like that woman."
This man really knows Feng Ge? !
That's what it means.
This man, at least tens of thousands of years ago, when my mother was still alive!
old monster!
Ye Qingluo: "...she is my mother."
The man's eyes full of malice were stunned for a moment.
Then he stared at Ye Qingluo, looked up and down: "Are you lying to me? I have seen countless girls, but I can't tell...you are just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl!
And... if you were that woman's daughter, would you be so weak? "
Ye Qingluo: "... Believe it or not."
It's okay to suspect that she is not mother's daughter, there is no need to attack personally, right? !
The man stared at Ye Qingluo for a long while, and the iron chains that attached his limbs kept shaking.
In the end, it was still possible to determine Ye Qingluo's age.
Only when Ye Qingluo was lying to him, he asked his own question again: "How do you know that this seat is actually awake? Moreover, it was such an opportune time to avoid being swallowed by this seat."
"I guessed it." Ye Qingluo replied indifferently.
The man's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the black scales on his slapped face gathered together again: "Guess?!"
She was swearing at that time, with the confidence to spend with him.
It turned out to be... Guess? !
Ye Qingluo nodded: "Just a random guess, if you really regain consciousness, I'll stare here, and after a long time... you won't be able to keep a single movement still."
"I didn't expect you to be so restless."
"Then what if, I didn't actually regain consciousness?" The man felt annoyed.