Frost-free self-clay 7

A sense of death with all thoughts enveloping every corner of the body, the frost-free pupils contracted greatly, and he could only hold his left hand and retreat desperately, without the slightest ability to resist.

I can only watch the god of death getting closer and closer to him, and feel the sadness of being controlled by her.

"Slowly--"

Just when Qianjun was palpitating, Nan Yuechen's low and ear-sounding voice sounded.

Wushuang's heart suddenly stagnated for a moment, and his eyes looked at Jiuyin with hope, but...the person in front of him didn't seem to hear the master's stop.

The smile at the corner of her mouth grew thicker and colder and arrogant.

Jiuyin didn't hesitate to take in his fingers, that fat-like index finger, in Wushuang's terrified pupils, the index finger of Jiuyin printed inverted slightly flicked in his direction...

"Whoo!"

The white chess that had been approaching slowly was as if it had been ordered, suddenly a light flashed, and it slammed toward Wushuang at a lightning speed.

She hasn't waited for Wushuang to recover from this sudden transformation scene, and she hasn't waited for any movement.

What greeted her was a short-term pain, like a heartbreaking, flesh and blood separation!

"what--"

"Boom--"

Julie's blasting and painful screams sounded at the same time.

Nan Yuechen witnessed it with his own eyes, and witnessed that Jiuyin did not hesitate, her movements were simply and neat, swinging the white chess into the frost-free forehead.

In the hall.

There was no more Wushuang's figure, her body was torn apart by the inconspicuous white chess as early as the moment the explosion sounded... completely dead and dead!

The blood mist appeared in the midair, and the minced meat was condensed into a ball by a powerful force and sprinkled on the skirt of Jiuyin.

The skirt of her skirt was as white as snow, and her feet were stained with blood.

Such a shocking scene!

Such a cruel and merciless means.

But the white-clothed woman standing in the hall, her eyes were still so calm, as if none of this existed.

The smile in Jiuyin's eyes gradually dissipated.

She glanced at the bright red ground indifferently, and the corners of her mouth evoked a carefree arc.She took out the snow-white silk scarf and tried to wipe the tips of Bai Zhe's fingers with her eyes down.

In this scene, the shadow guard's mind was blank.

The Shadow Guard was shaken in place, his body stiffened, and even his heart stopped beating at this moment.There was only one sentence in the shocked mind: Lord Wushuang is dead!

Master Wushuang is dead!

There is no pre-call for death, it is like a dream, suddenly!

That Lord Wushuang who was leaning on the high position of Nanyang Kingdom, and the person who even the courtiers had to give a three-point courtesy, had died? And she was still torn apart by her inconspicuous white chess!

"If you want to avenge her, this hall is always waiting!"

Jiuyin tried to wipe the tips of her slender fingers intently, lowering her head, her long eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes.

Looking at it from Nan Yuechen's perspective, she can only see her slightly moving lips, and the eye-catching and dazzling red yarn mole on her forehead, cold and arrogant!

Nan Yuechen's handsome face collapsed tightly, and those breathtaking eyes stared at Jiuyin.After hearing this understatement, Nan Yuechen's fingers tightened.

His chest was surrounded by a wave of anger, constantly rising and falling.

Even Nan Yuechen himself didn't know what he was angry with?

Under those complicated gazes, Jiuyin raised his gaze, and his gaze stayed on Nan Yuechen: "Although you can't kill this hall, you can die together!"