It's good to have you buried in the next year 4

The two looked at Jiuyin with a look of ghostly expression.

At the door of the room, her little head leaned lazily against the wall.

She had her beautiful hair picked up behind her ears, and she was wearing a white shirt, her delicate face showing those dead eyes staring straight at Wushuang, causing Wushuang's heart to feel the urge to ask for mercy.

She encircled her chest with her left hand, and two fingertips on her right hand held a crystal white chess. The sunlight was strong, and the red yarn on her forehead was illuminated by the white chess, which made people suffocating coquettishly.

However, Ye Feng has been staring at her innocent jade hands, and the shock in her eyes is self-evident.

Obviously...

Obviously her wrist has been almost ulcerated by the iron chain, and her hand is covered with scars.

How is it possible...How can it be possible to recover in such a short period of time without any trace of injury?

She was fainted for three days. Yesterday he saw that her wrist had suppurated...

"Devil? Are you talking about me?"

"Although the main hall likes this word, but... it is very annoying to say it from your mouth." Before Ye Feng could understand it, a crisp voice rang in his ears.

Jiuyin appeared in front of Wushuang like lightning, and before she was shocked, she was strangled by a pair of delicate hands.

"Cough...cough!"

Wushuang was pinched by this sudden scene, his eyes jumped suddenly, and he wanted to wave his palm to hit Jiuyin's chest, but was unable to exert any strength by his whole body.

"Let..... Hurry up...cough..."

Wushuang squeezed out a few words from her mouth with difficulty, but was coughed violently with a pair of tightened hands, and her face flushed with suffocation.

Jiuyin turned her small face slightly, her hair fluttered around her waist along with her movements.

Those bottomless eyes looked straight at Wushuang, and the curvature of the corners of the mouth was a little light and cold: "Hey! Your face doesn't fit your heart so well, can this hall help you change one?"

what does she say?

She actually dared to say that she was going to tear her face?

This woman is so ugly, she is so vicious that she wants to take away her beauty...no, no...she must kill this woman!

Wushuang resisted the pain of suffocation, and stared at Jiuyin darkly.

With the palpitations of the two eyes colliding, Wushuang only felt a great fear hit his heart, as if he saw the coming of death in those eyes.

She could clearly feel the dislocation of bones in her throat, and her tears almost came out in pain.

With the power of the fingers gradually increasing.

The smile on Jiuyin's face is also getting more and more strange, this smile is dazzling and terrifying, it looks like Shura from hell!

Ye Feng's pupils shrank suddenly, and he drew his sword to stab Jiuyin.

When he held the hilt in his hand, Nan Yuechen's instructions to him flashed in his mind.

On the one hand, the master ordered the people to take care of him, and the master commanded him to be unable to resist, but on the other hand, he was a close friend who had depended on life and death since childhood...Yefeng was in a dilemma.

"Whoever gives you the courage to move this king's person!"

Just when Ye Feng was at a loss, the arrogant and cold majestic sound came from not far away, and then a strong vigor hit Jiuyin's wrist.

Just a few meters apart, you can strum your energy, which shows that this person's internal strength is deep!

At the same time, Jiuyin suddenly let go of his hand.

Wushuang fell to the ground in embarrassment, covering her neck with her hands and inhaling, her whole body was cold, and her red eyes stared at Jiuyin sullenly:

She swears that she must let this woman die!

"But it's already moved? What can you do?" Jiuyin rubbed his sore wrist with excessive force, his voice was very light and cold.