Ye Qingluo wanted to retreat.
The castle master stretched out his long arms, involuntarily wrapping around her waist.
Ye Qingluo's tender body stiffened.
I thought that this young man was cold all over.
But his palms, his chest, all exude scorching heat.
Ye Qingluo was fixed in his arms, and he could even feel the palms pressed against his chest, and there was a strong heartbeat after another.
She wanted to struggle with her backhand, but her hands were tightly bound by him, unable to move.
"Let me go!" Ye Qingluo gritted his teeth.
Damn! This so-called castle owner is not really sick!
Get sick! Can't help but say what's wrong with eating her tofu
Ye Qingluo's struggle made the castle owner's eyes more hostile, and the breath released from his body became colder and colder.
While struggling, Ye Qingluo raised her head and stared at him.
Then he bumped into a pair of eyes that were surging with turbulent waves.
Sharp and cold.
It was full of murderous aura.
This look startled Ye Qingluo.
"Can't remember me?" The Castle Lord's arm was holding her waist with great strength, as if he wanted to cut off her waist.
Ye Qingluo frowned in pain.
She twisted her body uneasily, but was imprisoned even harder by the young man.
What does he mean by this...
Could it be that they had actually met before
"Hey! Brat, it's me who threatened that little girl to save me! Why are you coming at me? It's nothing to cuddle a little girl!"
Thief Saint, who was lying on the ground, got up from the ground with stiff limbs.
His body wobbled.
However, the Castle Master didn't turn his gaze away at all.
It was just a pair of black eyes as deep as an eagle, staring coldly at Ye Qingluo.
After Ye Qingluo frowned and failed to answer his question, he pushed her away from his arms as if impatient and upset.
Ye Qingluo was suddenly thrown out.
The direction is facing Pirates Saint.
She staggered and bumped into Thief Saint.
Ye Qingluo immediately steadied his footing, supported Thief with his backhand, and pulled him back a step.
This boy... has the word "dangerous" written on his body.
Ye Qingluo didn't think she would be his opponent.
If you want to escape here with Thief Saint, I'm afraid... it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
"Ye Qingluo." The castle owner stared at her, his eyes became deeper and clearer, "You forgot me?"
His voice was low, as cold as ice.
But behind this coldness, there was a trace of resentment.
Resentment
This word flashed across Ye Qingluo's mind, and she shivered all over.
The boy called out her name.
When exactly had she met him
Listening to his tone, it seems that they are very familiar with each other.
"Okay... very good...you really forgot about me..." the castle owner smiled softly.
He smiled, and his expressionless face became more and more eerie.
He took a step back, his slender body swaying slightly.
Anger, monstrous anger, burning from his pupils.
Those cold eyes, like ice blades, pierced Ye Qingluo fiercely: "Forget about me, right? I'll let you think about who I am!"
The vortex in his eyes gathered into a storm.
As soon as he finished speaking, his five fingers turned into eagles, and he pointed straight at Ye Qingluo's neck.
Depend on!
It really is sick!
Say it and do it!
Ye Qingluo was terrified in his heart, swept his footsteps, and evaded his hand sideways.
At the same time, she flicked a feather fan from her fingertips, and a voluptuous red light flew straight away, like a whirlwind, towards the Castle Lord head-on.
The Castle Master seemed not expecting Ye Qingluo to react so quickly, nor did he expect Ye Qingluo to dare to attack him.
Until the whirlwind from Ye Qingluo had already rolled towards his face, he did not move away.