Obviously, the castle master didn't say this to the Thief.
So…
This sentence, that is to say... the third person in the cell—Ye Qingluo.
Sure enough, he found himself.
Ye Qingluo also knew in her heart that it was impossible for her to avoid the castle owner.
His powerful aura is no less than that of Emperor Moxuan.
It will be a matter of time before she is discovered.
Simply, Ye Qingluo didn't bother to hide it, and lifted the straw.
The grass clippings flew out like a celestial girl scattering flowers.
The straw was damp and had a foul smell.
"Bold! Who are you! How dare you trespass on Death's Castle!" The cell leader standing outside the cell saw a strange woman in the cell, and his expression became gloomy.
You Qi saw that the pile of grass clippings thrown up by the woman sprinkled on the castle owner.
"How dare you be unreasonable to the castle master!" The cell leader's face changed drastically, he rushed forward, drew out his big knife, and slashed at Ye Qingluo's body.
"boom-"
Before Ye Qingluo approached, the head of the cell seemed to be rolled up by something, and his body hit the wall heavily, rolling to the ground.
The dozens of guards standing outside the cell were stunned and looked at the castle owner in surprise.
Ye Qingluo was also surprised.
Just now when the jailer slashed at him with a knife, she was about to fight back, when she saw the castle master standing opposite, with fluttering sleeves, swung the jailer out with a burst of strength.
This castle owner... took the wrong medicine
Your own people beat your own people
Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes, and then began to look seriously at the Castle Master in front of her.
The ink hair is flying, not tied or tied.
It was his eyes that first attracted Ye Qingluo.
Those were a pair of... cold, lonely and arrogant eyes.
No desire, no desire, as still as still water.
It seems that everything in the world cannot enter his eyes.
The whole person exudes a kind of... an indifference that makes one's scalp tingle, like frost.
That kind of coldness is the coldness that comes out from the bones, and it is the coldness to everything in the world.
He just stood there, with a sense of being proud of the world.
He was cold, but that face was as if it had been sculpted by magic, it was handsome and handsome.
What surprised Ye Qingluo was that this man was wearing a robe that was as red as blood.
The fiery red is like blood, representing enthusiasm and evil spirits that charm the world.
Such a cold boy is definitely not suitable for such a color.
But unfortunately, he wore this red with another temperament, without any sense of disobedience.
Meeting his eyes, Ye Qingluo seemed to feel that her whole body was covered in ice, and she shivered subconsciously.
"You..." Ye Qingluo opened his mouth, but his throat felt dry and uncomfortable.
But Ye Qingluo found that when she spoke a word, she clearly saw a glimmer of light in the castle master's calm eyes, which seemed to be so empty that they had no focus.
After a long while, I couldn't wait for Ye Qingluo's next words.
The castle master frowned slightly, and a stern look flashed across his eyes.
"We... haven't we met before?" Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, and finally found her voice.
I always feel that this person's face is very familiar, and I must have seen it somewhere.
Just for a while, she couldn't remember.
When Ye Qingluo asked this sentence, the sternness in the Castle Master's eyes flashed away.
He strode towards Ye Qingluo.
What rushed towards his face was the cold and arrogant aura brought by the castle owner.
Ye Qingluo's heart trembled, the alarm bell rang loudly, and he quickly backed away.
It's just that her legs haven't taken a step yet.
The Castle Lord was already standing in front of her.
Toe to toe.
His black hair, loose on his shoulders, floated onto Ye Qingluo's face due to the cold wind.
The four eyes met, and Ye Qingluo suddenly felt that he was wrapped in a poisonous snake...