Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 2614: I’m very disappointed, you guys, too low energy

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The finger touches Miao Rongrong, and there is a distance to the left and right of the fist.

Behind me, I felt the changes and fluctuations in the airflow.

She didn't look back.

On the contrary, the corners of his mouth provoked an evil smile, somewhat mocking.

"Swish—"

Only a single, extremely slight, sound of something piercing the air was heard.

Immediately, it was Miao Yixiong's painful grunt.

She frowned slightly.

I didn't perceive the crisis behind her, but in my imagination, the sense of crisis surged towards her.

Just going back to see what happened.

Her ears move sharply.

The hand that was about to touch Miao Rongrong, her five fingers flicked, and a red feather fan suddenly spread out in her palm.

"Qiang Qiang——"

The sound of weapons collision is extremely crisp.

The flame-devouring fan in Ye Qingluo's hand happened to be blocked by a sharp dagger.

She raised her eyes slightly, and looked at Miao Rongrong's shocked and unbelievable eyes.

Ye Qing's eyes fell like a torch, looking straight into Miao Rongrong's eyes.

Long and narrow eyes, overflowing with a meaningful smile.

But...

Miao Rongrong clearly saw that the arc of the girl's lips was shuddering.

"You..."

She spoke in surprise and couldn't believe that Yeluo could maintain such a keen reaction when facing a dying person of hers.

I couldn't believe that his foolproof plan was actually seen through by Ye Qingluo.

"Are you surprised?" Ye Qingluo chuckled, her voice flat, her face still beautiful.

But the more this happened, the more Miao Rongrong's heart seemed to be severely choked by something, as if it were about to be torn into pieces.

It's frightening and chilling.

Ye Qingluo continued to smile, moving her five fingers.

The flame-like red feather fan in his hand turns in the palm of his hand.

Miao Rongrong only felt a tingling pain from the hand holding the dagger.

The dagger in her hand fell on her bed.

At the same time, Ye Qingluo closed the flame-devouring fan, flipped one over, and a sharp blade slid out of the fan handle.

Cold and sharp, shining with a cold sharp blade, stuck to Miao Rongrong's neck.

Immediately, Ye Qing looked sideways and looked behind him.

Sure enough, Miao Yixiong lay down on the ground embarrassedly, vomiting blood.

Emperor Mo Xuan stood aside gracefully, staring at her deeply like Mo Yao's deep eyes.

See her looking sideways.

The cold lines on the man's face soften.

He curled his thin lips, his eyes full of doting.

"You two...know from the beginning...you know..." Miao Yixiong coughed, with blood still overflowing in his mouth, and staggered to his feet.

"Well, we know." Ye Qingluo tilted her head, with a peaceful smile between her eyebrows and eyes, "Cooperating with you, I just want to see you, what advanced tricks you can play."

The conversation paused, and her smile became scornful, and she sneered and twitched the corners of her mouth: "But...very disappointed, your skills are too low-powered."

Miao Yixiong's face is blue and full of gloom, there is no more kindness than half a minute ago.

Scary and twisted, terrifyingly terrifying.

Ye Qingluo looked down, her face was pale, and she couldn't believe Miao Rongrong, who was completely contrary to the plan in front of her. She moved the flame-devouring fan in her hand.

The sharp blade made a small mark between Miao Rongrong's neck.

Blood poured out.

Miao Rongrong shrank in shock, her eyes widened and terrified, but she didn't dare to speak and shouted half a word.

"What does Miao Yixiong want to do?" Ye Qingluo looked at Emperor Moxuan, then glanced at Miao Yixiong who was standing swayingly, a little curious about their plans.

"Stop Gu." The man uttered calmly.