Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 4903: You believe him so much, but will he believe you?

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Ye Qing frowned slightly: "What are you going to do?"

Chu Wuxin clasped her wrist with one hand.

In the darkness, that looming cold face, revealing endless cold.

In the eyes that blend with the night.

It is like a vortex gathered, as if to absorb everything around you.

Ye Qing Luo Tongren shrank slightly.

In my heart, I have a bad feeling.

Chu Wuxin's thin lips twitched cleanly.

A low and malicious voice sounded in the girl's ear: "You believe him so much, but... will he believe you?"

Ye Qingluo realized what Chu Wuxin wanted to do.

She darkened suddenly.

"Chu Wuxin!"

Ye Qingluo bit his name hard, her eyes seemed to be covered with frost.

The girl was angry.

The wrist clasped by Chu Wuxin suddenly turned in a strange posture.

From Chu Wuxin's restraint, he withdrew his hand.

Tightly, Ye Qingluo stretched out his arms into Chu Wuxin's arms again, trying to **** Feng Xi from his arms.

Just...

She just stretched out her hand, as if the man had seen her actions a step earlier.

Ye Qingluo's hand just reached out.

It was stopped by Chu Wuxin halfway.

The slender and white hand was once again held by the man's generous palm.

It's just...

This scene is more like Ye Qingluo... actively sending himself into the man's hands.

And, at this time.

There was a "bang".

The closed door suddenly opened.

The ground shook suddenly.

Even the things in the room are shaking.

From outside the open door.

The faintly shattered night pearl shines out.

In the room, the two men who were murderously rushing to the sky couldn't help being shocked by this change for a moment.

In the air, there is a breath of being on top of an iceberg.

It seems to freeze all around into frost.

The low air pressure, the dull suppressed.

In the air, there is a faint, clear sandalwood.

Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank suddenly: "Ah, Axuan..."

I heard the girl's whisper.

The whirlpool gathered under Chu Wuxin's eyes, more and more surging like a raging wave.

Like a beast that has been in prison for a long time, it is about to be free.

The cold smile between his thin lips, at this moment, is full of evil cold and maliciousness.

With the girl's wrist clasped, I want to bow my head...

Get closer, girl.

"Chu Wuxin!"

Clear plum fragrant, rushing to the face.

Ye Qingluo recovered from the shock just now.

She pushed away Chu Wuxin's other hand and moved her fingertips slightly.

A blazing red fan appeared between her thin white fingers.

The sharp blade was drawn from one end of the fan handle and plunged into the man's chest.

The blood, in the red dress, is not conspicuous.

Chu Wuxin snorted.

Down slightly, staring in the direction of his chest.

The sharp blade stung his eyes.

He was laughing lowly, and the mood swings in his eyes became more violent.

Tightly, completely ignoring the sharp edge of the chest.

Wrap one hand around the girl's shoulder.

The whole person, approaching the girl.

The sharp blade in the chest pierced deeper.

He ignored it.

Ye Qing's narrow and charming eyes fell, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Soon, there was only a piece of ice like a thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain in her eyes, icy and icy.

The moment when he encircled himself on the man's arm.

A backhand, clasped his arm.

Tightly, pushing his body away from his arms.

Just moved.

He put a hand on his waist.

Great strength.

The strong breath eroded her senses.

"Bang!"

A sound of heavy objects falling, resounded through the house.