Light and shadow intersect around Yuan Qinglian with Lu Jiuque's movements, and life and death pass by Yuan Qinglian again and again with Lu Jiuque's black knife.
The successive fear and shock caused Yuan Qinglian's thin lips to open and close slightly, as if he was whispering something. If he listened carefully, he would be able to learn something.
"How is this possible... How is this possible..."
"How is this possible... This is absolutely impossible..."
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Yes!
How is this possible! !
Yuan Qinglian had already prepared thousands of star soul masters to ambush here just to kill Lu Jiuque!
These are thousands of star soul masters, and they are all high-level star soul masters above level five! !
Why is it that in front of Lu Jiuque, he is weaker and more vulnerable than the papery person? !
Is she dreaming? !
She must not have woken up from this nightmare of Lu Jiuque...
If it wasn't a dream, how could there be such a ridiculous, weird and incredible scene? !
As the last corpse clicked to the end, Lu Jiuque finally stopped killing. Her thin and thin body stood in such a pool of blood, feeling a little lonely and a little eerie.
It wasn't until she slowly turned back and raised her eyes without a trace of warmth to stare at Yuan Qinglian that the latter finally regained his consciousness.
"Gulu..."
She swallowed subconsciously to relieve her throat, which was tight and hot due to fear.
She tried to control her legs and moved backwards, but she lost her strength and fell into the thick blood with a "pop".
The warm breath, sticky touch, and pungent stench made her twitch as if she was electrocuted.
The fear and screams trapped in the throat rolled out like a torrent that had been released.
"Ah-Lu Jiuque! You are not a human at all! You are not a human at all! You are a devil!"
"Ah! Don't come over! Lu Jiuque, don't come over!"
"Damn it! Get away! Get away!"
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She was crying and shouting, crawling on her hands and knees and moving back. She was so scared that her exquisite and graceful body was shaking into chaff, making her not-so-pleasant screams sound unpleasant.
Lu Jiuque lowered his eyes and looked at Yuan Qinglian like this without any expression. He shook his sword slightly and walked towards her.
Yuan Qinglian knew nothing at this time. She only had instincts, the instinct to escape from the devil Lu Jiuque, the instinct to survive when she was extremely scared.
She turned around suddenly and wanted to stand up and run away, but her legs were as weak as tofu. With no choice, she could only crawl forward tremblingly like a dog.
She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control her tears.
Drop by drop, like a broken pearl, a small ravine appeared on her face that was spattered with blood. It was ridiculous and sad at the same time.
"Wuwuwu... don't come here... wuwu... don't come here..."
"Woo... Lu Jiuque... don't come over..."
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She chanted it over and over again, as if such a spell could prevent Lu Jiuque from getting closer until she touched something.
At the moment of contact, Yuan Qinglian shuddered, deeply afraid that he had touched some corpse.
It's just that this thing can tremble and have a temperature, so it's clearly a living person!
Yuan Qinglian was ecstatic and looked up suddenly, only to see a face that she had almost forgotten...