Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 525: The Lord of the Castle of Death (3)

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Ye Qingluo wanted to retreat.

The fort lord stretched out his long arms and could not help but tightened her waist.

Ye Qingluo's stiff body.

I thought that this boy was cold all over.

But his palms, his chest, are emitting scorching heat.

Ye Qingluo was fixed in his arms, and he could even feel the palms that were close to his chest, and there was a burst of powerful heartbeats.

She wanted to struggle with her backhand, but his hands were tightly bound by him, and she couldn't move.

"Let go of me!" Ye Qingluo gritted his teeth.

Mom! This so-called fort master is not really sick, right?

Get treatment if you are sick! Can't help but say what's wrong with her tofu?

Ye Qingluo's struggle made the hostile spirit in the eyes of the fortress even worse, and the breath released from his body became more and more cold.

Ye Qingluo looked up at him while struggling.

He ran into a pair of eyes surging with the stormy sea.

Sharp, cold-hearted.

Full of murderous aura.

This look made Ye Qingluo scared.

"Can't remember me?" The fort lord held her waist arm with extreme strength, as if to pinch her waist.

Ye Qing frowned her eyebrows sorely.

She twisted her body uncomfortably, but was restrained by the boy even harder.

What does this... mean?

Could it be that they actually met before?

"Hey! Brat, I threatened that little girl to save Laozi! What are you doing at me? What are you doing to hug a little girl!"

The thief who was lying on the ground, stiffened his limbs and got up from the ground.

His body is shaking.

However, the fort lord didn't turn his sights at all.

Just a pair of eagle-like black eyes, staring coldly at Ye Qingluo.

After Ye Qing frowned and couldn't answer his question, he lost patience and pushed her away from her arms in a distracted manner.

Ye Qing was thrown out suddenly.

The direction is facing the thief.

She staggered and bumped into Saint Thief.

Ye Qingluo immediately stood firm, held the Thief Saint backhand, and took the Thief Saint back a step.

This young man... has the word "Danger" written on him.

Ye Qingluo didn't think he would be his opponent.

If you want to flee here with Saint Thief, I'm afraid...it's hard to climb to the sky.

"Ye Qingluo." The castle master stared at her, his eyes deeper and clearer, "You forgot me?"

His voice is low, as cold as icy.

But after this chill, there was another bit of resentment.

Ghost?

This word shook her whole body after spending the night clear of her mind.

The boy called out her name.

When did she meet him?

Listen to his tone as if they are very familiar with each other.

"Okay...very good...you actually forgot about me..." The castle lord laughed softly.

He is smiling, and his expressionless face becomes more and more eerie and weird.

He took a step back, his slender body swayed slightly.

Anger, monstrous anger, burning from his pupils.

The cold eyes, like ice blades, stabbed Ye Qingluo fiercely: "Forget me, I will let you think about who I am!"

The vortex set off under his eyes gathered into a storm.

As soon as the voice fell, his five fingers turned into an eagle, and he buckled Ye Qingluo's neck directly.

Damn!

Sure enough, I was sick!

Say it, just do it!

Ye Qingluo was horrified, swept his steps, and flashed his hand sideways.

At the same time, she flicked a feather fan at her fingertips, and swept away an enchanting red light, like a whirlwind, heading towards the fortress.

The castle owner seemed to have unexpectedly not expected Ye Qingluo to react so quickly, nor did he expect Ye Qingluo to dare to attack him.

The whirlwind that hit Ye Qingluo had already swept toward his front door, and had not moved away.