Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 3428: You are the hand that hurt Xuangui
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The strong wind dances.
The girl's blazing robe, blowing up as if even the air, smudging a circle of blood.
Her half-squinted eyes, deep pupils, exuding a cold as icy cold, a faint trace of blood is visible, and it is fleeting.
"Want to kill me?"
"Want to take away the Cangshui artifact?"
She spoke, her voice also showing a chill.
Under my eyes, I can't see half emotions.
Si Yanmu's eyes widened in fear, and his whole body trembled.
The clasped neck made him unable to utter a word anymore.
Ye Qing laughed.
The pink lips lightly rise, and the smiling face sets off the stunning face of the allure, like poppies in full bloom.
Even if the corners of the mouth are raised, the others are expressionless.
It's hard to conceal her breathless beauty.
Under the smile of that flourishing beauty.
Si Yanmu only felt that smile, like a call from hell.
He couldn't restrain himself from trembling and shaking, and the space was unspeakable.
Ye Qingluo smiled lightly and lowered her eyes.
He glanced over Xuangui lightly.
Immediately, his other hand was raised, and he clasped Si Yanmu's weakly hanging right hand on his side.
"Ah--"
A scream came from Si Yanmu's mouth.
I saw a red glow passing by.
Si Yanmu's right hand was cut into two pieces.
Yeyan's red blends with the splashing blood.
His hand fell on the ground and rolled a few times.
Si Yanmu's body shook like chaff, staring at Ye Qingluo with fear: "No...impossible, how could you...how could..."
He clearly saw that Ye Qingluo's eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul!
That's not what the palace lord said.
Ye Qingluo's willpower collapsed.
When the night is clear, you will lose consciousness and lose your soul!
Let the dark palace control?
Yes...
How could Ye Qingluo still make a counterattack?
Could it be that she deliberately pretended to be unconscious and lured him into the bait?
The most important thing is...
He is now a dead puppet!
Dead puppets will not be afraid of severe pain, they will never die!
Yes...
But why, he can feel the sharp pain?
Si Yanmu suppressed some speculation in his heart, widened his eyes, and looked at the right hand that was severed to the ground: "No...no, I am a corpse puppet, I am immortal! "
However, let Si Yanmu brainwash himself.
I want to use my mind to return the severed hand back to him.
That hand, just lay there quietly, without any intention of moving.
"Just now, you were the hand that hurt Xuangui."
Ye Qingluo spoke lightly. The words are cold, and you can't hear half of the emotions.
Si Yanmu trembled, fear spreading.
Immediately, I saw the girl's fingertips move.
The red flame-devouring fan has a red glow.
The red light fell on half of the palm of the hand.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, that hand was directly blown to pieces.
"No! No—"
Si Yanmu screamed and struggled.
But, two "no" exits.
He couldn't spit half a word out of his throat.
He doesn't need to breathe at all.
But right now, there is a real suffocation pain spreading across the chest.
It's like the next moment...
He will die from lack of oxygen!
"Also, this hand." Ye Qingluo smiled again.
Following her cold voice.
Si Yanmu's other wrist was directly severed.
Once again, turned to ashes.
No matter how Si Yanmu begged for mercy, Ye Qingluo never let go.
Her expression has never changed.
Si Yanmu is in her hands and can't even do a dying struggle.