Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 20: Slag abuse (2)

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It was not his handsome face that made Ye Qingluo notice him, but his introverted eyes.

It was as deep as ink, and it was impossible to see his emotions at a glance.

Ye Qingluo quickly moved closer to him, and the people on both sides avoided one by one and separated from the road.

Only the man stood still, swaying his folding fan leisurely.

Ye Qingluo approached him, and drew his fingertips away from the folding fan in the man's hand with his bare hand: "My son, let me use it!"

The folding fan feels great.

Ye Qing played a few times on the tips of her fingers, and it was quite smooth.

"Okay! Seventh Sister, how can you be worthy of your Young Sovereign status? Since you are so disobedient, don't blame the eldest sister for being unrelenting!" Ye Qingqian's little flowery face was already slightly distorted. The trend.

If Ye Qingluo can avoid the first whip, it's probably luck.

Then the second whip...It is absolutely impossible to escape by luck alone!

Her psychedelic whip has never missed!

No one has ever escaped the illusionary realm she created!

When did the little **** become so powerful?

Looking at Ye Qingluo's bloodthirsty eyes, Ye Qing's shallow back suddenly felt cold, and a few drops of cold sweat ooze from his forehead.

She has fear in her heart.

The one who frightened her... was actually Ye Qingluo.

Ye Qingqian, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, can't admit that he has a sense of fear of a waste.

The profound energy was shocked, and the long whip in his hand pressed down even more fiercely.

Under my eyes, killing intent is rampant.

"The eldest sister still knows that I am the Young Sect Master?" Ye Qingluo sneered, and did not avoid it this time. She moved the folding fan with her fingertips to face her.

Her footwork is extremely strange, and she can accurately calculate the arc of Ye Qing's shallow soft whip and the position to throw it off, cleverly avoiding the attack of the soft whip.

Everyone can only see a red silhouette, like a magnificent sunset, which is fleeting.

Blinking again, Ye Qing lowered the feather fan in his hand, opening and closing and gathering, directly wrapped around the soft whip in Ye Qingqian's hand.

The soft whip stretched straight between the two.

"Ye Qingluo!" Ye Qingqian's eyes widened in disbelief, his wrists pressed hard, trying to withdraw the soft whip.

But no matter how hard she uses, she can't withdraw the soft whip.

This... how is this possible?

"Sister, don't worry, it's great... this is just the beginning!"

Immediately, I saw Ye Qingluo's hand dancing, and the folding fan in his hand seemed to have self-consciousness.

She loosened the handle of the fan, and the folding fan automatically rotated, like a fan, spinning quickly, wrapping the soft whip completely around the handle.

A two-meter-long soft whip was rolled up in an instant, leaving only half of it.

The folding fan continued to rotate, and when it was entangled with Ye Qingqian's whip head, a strong force forced Ye Qingqian to loosen the soft whip.

The soft whip came out of Ye Qingqian's hand, and Ye Qingluo opened her palm, and the folding fan automatically returned to her palm.

"Sister, this weapon is really good, it's still a supreme class." Ye Qingluo's fingertips stroked the soft whip wrapped around the folding fan, and a purple light flashed.

Supreme class?

The people's eyes light up, staring at the soft whip for an instant.

You can't use supreme weapons, you can feast your eyes!

"Seventh Sister..." Ye Qingqian's heart beat abruptly in fear, her voice trembling.

Before the words were finished, I saw him face to face and split a black shadow.

"Ah--"

A sharp scream came from Ye Qingqian's mouth.

She covered her face with her hands, blood seeping from between her fingers.