Drops of blood splattered everywhere, and a few drops splashed on the curtain of the car.
The wind blew, and the curtain swayed slightly, full of blood.
For a moment, Yin Mo looked at the blood on the curtain, a stabbing in his heart, and the pain spread along the blood to the limbs while breathing.
Shaking his body, Yun Luoxue wiped the blood stains from the corners of her lips, looked at Yin Mo, and smiled, "You have seen it too. Someone really bullied me."
She was never a good person.
If someone deceives her, she will repay it a hundredfold.
Now that she is seriously injured, there is no way to vent her breath. If there is a helper, why not use it
I want her to say arrogantly, "It's okay, I can deal with it by myself, that's just killing myself."
Ye Shuihan didn't want to see him for a moment. As for Yinmo, she would rather look at Yinmo in comparison.
Yin Mo turned around, her cold eyes were like a sword, approaching Ye Shuihan, "Did you force her to do it?"
Comparing their strengths, Ye Shuihan and Yinmo were not much different, but there was a slight gap.
Compared with the status, Ye Shuihan is not the boss of Yegong.
Yinmo is the holy master of Yinmo Palace.
The two of them can be said to be rivals. After fighting for several years, no one said that they really beat each other on the ground.
It's like two people who restrain each other, each has its own strengths, and everyone has victory and defeat.
But after ten games, if Yinmo said that he lost, he would lose at most one or two games.
This is the result of a little difference in strength.
This is the current strength competition, as to whether strength is hidden or not, it is still unknown.
Ye Shuihan wore a black robe, standing in the sun, showing a dark air, red hair fluttering, and black robe dancing.
Ye Shuihan turned to Yinmo's cold eyes nonchalantly, "Yinmo, what? Do you want to grab the person I'm fond of?"
Yin Mo's breath suddenly sank, and the cold mask covered his face and the expression on his face, "The person you are looking at? Ye Shuihan, don't you think you are unworthy when you say this?"
Suddenly, Ye Shuihan glanced at Yinmo jokingly at the tree trunk on the side of the chair, and then passed Yinmo to look at the animal cart behind him, "It doesn't matter if I am worthy, it is more worthy than you anyway. I look at this girl first. Come on, you can go now."
Yinmo's cold voice raised, "The defeated man, is this what you should say?"
Ye Shuihan's eyes were suddenly cold, "What did you say? There is a kind of say it again."
The cold voice was not difficult to hear for a moment, the words Yin Mo said seemed to have offended Ye Shuihan's pain.
Yin Mo changed his normal state, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips, "You are defeated, your ears are really not good."
"Yinmo, don't deceive people too much."
Ye Shuihan's anger had risen to a certain height, and it was on the verge of exploding.
In terms of strength, he is not comparable to Yinmo, but he is not comparable now, and it does not mean that he is not comparable in the future.
Although he will lose nine games after ten games, that does not mean that he has no room for development.
"Just deceive people too much, what can you do with this holy lord?"
Yinmo had a feeling of being angry and not paying for his life. On Mingfeng Continent, his strength proved everything.
People with strength can speak harshly.
"Yin Mo—" Ye Shuihan was angry with a roar.
The palm of his hand gathered the power of the mid-term of Wuling Qi, and he waved towards Yinmo without saying a word.
The corner of Yinmo's mouth evoked a condensed smile, five fingers clasped falsely, and he grabbed it.
'Tear -', tearing Ye Shuihan's spiritual power ball out of thin air.