This man felt it here, the threat of death, like the poison of rotten bones, crawled up his spine, making his whole body cold.
He trembled twice and whispered: "Then, I'm afraid we have to start with Yuan Qinglian."
"oh?"
"Luo Yishan loves Yuan Qinglian very much, and even regards her as more important than his own life. Only if Yuan Qinglian and Lu Jiuque fight to the death, Luo Yishan will fight to the death with Lu Jiuque. But... we probably don't need to do anything. , because Yuan Qinglian originally wanted Lu Jiuque to die."
"Haha..." The man's slender fingers covered his lips and gently rubbed the soft lips. There was no trace of blood, but his voice was gorgeous.
"Yuan Qinglian... I understand." As the man said, he stood up coldly, took two steps forward, and suddenly said, "Do you know the coordinates of the Fighting Soul Sect?"
"Ah?" The man paused and immediately reported the coordinates, but the man slowly stretched out his hand.
Those slender and slender fingers grasped gently and pulled suddenly.
"Hiss-"
A deep crack, as terrifying as a giant beast from the wild.
"Remember, in the game tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I have to... win."
After saying that, the man smiled and stepped into the crack, causing ripples like a stone falling into a deep pool.
After the man's figure disappeared, the crack healed little by little, and the silence disappeared.
As soon as the man left, the man's tense nerves relaxed, and he lay on the ground with a bang. Only then did he feel pain everywhere in his body.
Especially his abdomen, it was like a flame was burning, trying to burn all his internal organs.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
He cursed several times in succession, and belated fear surrounded him like a flood.
But before he had time to rejoice, the space around him was distorted again, and the devil came back again, but this time, he was holding a hand in his hand.
Yes, holding a hand.
Bloody hands.
It can be seen from the bones of the hand that it is a woman's hand.
The bones are even, soft and fine.
The man's eyes narrowed sharply, and he finally stopped his fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "This... Sir, this is it."
"Use this thing to lure Luo Yishan out and destroy him."
"What?"
The man couldn't believe his ears, as if the man was not talking about a person, but just a beast.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"No, it's not..."
Then, the man threw another jade bottle to the man.
"After you kill him, give this elixir bottle to Luo Yishan and tell him that this bottle of elixir can restore him to his original state."
"yes… "
"Don't mess up this matter, unless you want to receive your wife's beautiful and delicate skin as a gift."
"This slave will definitely live up to the holy hope!"
…
After waiting for a long time without hearing the man's reply, the man looked up and realized that the man had disappeared.
All that was left in place was his bloody hand, and his anger and fear.
There was a gust of wind outside the door. The man was silent for a moment, then slowly got up, straightened his robe, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, opened the door and walked out.
When the disciple outside the door saw everyone, he suddenly woke up from his drowsiness, stood up suddenly and said, "I'm sorry, Peak Master, disciple... I don't know what happened just now, and suddenly fell asleep."