Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4184: I believe that the night is clear

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The intersection of the earth and heaven.

A slender figure stands on the peak, facing the wind.

Wearing a black dress, under the strong wind, the trumpet was like a thick black mist lingering around the person.

Behind that person stood two respectful women in lotus blue costumes.

"Miss White, you said...Will Ye Qingluo really come?" one of the women with a vicious complexion asked cautiously and tentatively.

This is obviously a trap.

Will a smart person like Ye Qingluo really come?

In front, the slender figure with red lips lightly raised her young and beautiful, but extremely distorted face, showing a gloomy look: "Yes, she will come."

The two women in lotus cyan costumes looked at each other.

Another seemingly kind-eyed, friendly woman smiled and said: "The white girl said she will come, and Ye Qingluo will definitely come. Let's wait for it with peace of mind."

"The splasher... always poses and poses. How could she not come in order to let others say that she is serious about love and righteousness?" The voice of the slender figure is very pleasant, but the tone is good. Sen cold makes the scalp numb.

"Isn't she just leaning on Lord Emperor! This time, let's see how she escapes from the palm of the white girl!" The woman with a hostile face sneered.

The slender figure known as the white girl smiled colder, and his eyes slowly settled not far away. A dozen people were hung on the edge of the cliff, covered with scars.

Those people...

Isn't it just a few members of the World Mercenary Group? !

I noticed the gaze of the slender figure.

The boy who was hanging upside down, with blue eyes glowing with icy light, shot directly at her.

"Stare!" Seeing this, the gloomy woman raised her profound strength and slapped the man with a palm.

The boy's throat was sweet, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Another benevolent woman stopped her: "Don't kill people, these... are all tools to contain Ye Qingluo."

The conversation paused, and then continued: "Now let them die, how can they be tortured to death bit by bit in front of Ye Qingluo, so happy?"

Clearly, the woman is smiling.

The words that can be spoken are so chilling.

The three women looked at each other and laughed in unison.

The laughter was sharp and harsh.

The dozen or so people hanging from the edge of the cliff were all angry, but they couldn't struggle at all.

"Head, what should we do..." The scarred teenagers and girls whispered.

Long Yunzhan, a young man with blue eyes, has a cold face, and his eyes are full of flames: "We must believe in clearness."

"Yes, we have to believe in A Luo, we will all be safe!" The girl next to her had a cold face, but when she spoke, she was full of warmth and shocking power.

The repeated voices of several people, no matter how low they were, clearly passed into the ears of the slender figure on the edge of the peak.

The look in the woman's eyes became increasingly dark.

A flick of his arm.

A long soft whip appeared in her palm.

She raised the whip and threw it at the dozen people hanging from the edge of the cliff: "Ye Qingluo! Ye Qingluo! Ye Qingluo! Do you think Ye Qingluo is a god? Can she save you when she comes? Stop dreaming!"

The soft whip lifted up, across the air, making a "shooing" sound.

A strand of black profound power lingers on the soft whip.

The whip fell.

I'm afraid the whole person will be destroyed!