Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 524: The Lord of the Castle of Death (2)

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Obviously, the castle lord's words were not addressed to the thief.

So...

This sentence is meant for... the third person in the cell—Ye Qing Luo listened.

He really found himself.

Ye Qingluo knew in her heart that she couldn't avoid this castle master at all.

His powerful aura is no less than that of Emperor Moxuan.

I found her sooner or later.

Simply, Ye Qingluo didn't bother to hide it, and opened the straw.

The grass scraps, like a goddess scattered flowers, flew out directly.

The straw is damp and has a stench.

"Bold! Who are you! How dare you trespass into Death's Castle!" The head of the cell standing outside the cell, saw a strange woman in the cell, his face suddenly gloomy.

Especially, I saw that a pile of grass clippings raised by the woman was sprinkled on the fortress master.

"How dare you be unreasonable to the castle lord!" The head of the cell's face changed drastically, and he rushed forward, drew out his big knife and slashed at Ye Qingluo's body.

"Bang--"

Not yet close to Ye Qingluo, the head of the cell seemed to be curled up by something, and his body slammed heavily on the wall and rolled to the ground.

The dozen or so guards standing outside the cell were stunned and looked at the castle owner in surprise.

Ye Qingluo was also surprised.

As soon as the cell head swung the knife, she was about to fight back, and she saw the fortress standing opposite, with his sleeves fluttering and vigor, swiping the cell head out.

This castle owner...takes the wrong medicine?

You beat yourself?

Ye Qing squinted her eyes, and then began to seriously look at the fortress in front of her.

Ink hair is flying, not tied or tied.

The first thing that attracted Ye Qingluo was his eyes.

It was a pair of... lonely and arrogant eyes glowing with a cold stream.

No desire, no demand, as quiet as water.

It seems that everything in the bottom of the sky cannot be seen in his eyes.

The whole person exudes a kind of indifference that makes the scalp numb, like frost.

The kind of cold is the cold from the bones, the cold to all things in the world.

He is standing there, and he has a sense of sight that is arrogant to the world.

He is cold, but that face is like a superbly carved face, a handsome man.

The one who surprised Ye Qing again was this person, wearing a blood-red robe.

Flame red as blood, representing enthusiasm, and the evil charm that fascinates the world.

Such an indifferent teenager is definitely not suitable for such a color.

It's a bit of a life, he put this red into another kind of temperament, and there is no sense of disobedience at all.

Meeting his eyes, Ye Qingluo shuddered subconsciously, as if she was covered in ice.

"You..." Ye Qing opened her mouth, but her throat felt dry and uncomfortable.

Ye Qingluo discovered that when she spit out a word, she was clearly in the fort lord’s calm, seemingly hollow eyes with no focus, and saw a glimmer of light.

For a long while, I couldn't wait until the end of Ye Qing.

The brows of the fort's master frowned slightly, and a sharp look flashed across his eyes.

"Have we... met." Ye Qingluo frowned and finally found her voice.

I always feel that this person's face is very familiar and must have been seen somewhere.

For a while, she couldn't remember it again.

When Ye Qingluo asked this sentence, the sharp expression in the castle owner's eyes was fleeting.

He strode towards Ye Qingluo.

The cold and arrogant aura brought by the castle owner was what came to your face.

Ye Qingluo's heart trembled, the alarm bell rang, and her figure quickly retreated.

It's just that her leg hasn't moved a step yet.

The castle master is already standing in front of her.

The toes, against the toes.

His ink hair loose on his shoulders drifted to Ye Qingluo's face because of the cold wind.

Four eyes crossed, Ye Qing suddenly felt like she was entangled in a poisonous snake...