The Ruthless Sword is an ancient sword. It should not be called a magic sword. This sword is bloodthirsty. After the owner of the sword kills the first person with it, he must nourish the sword with his own blood from then on. When he uses this sword again,
You hurt others just as much as you hurt yourself. I don’t know how many people have become demons because of this.
However, this sword is called Heartless but in fact it is the most heartless sword in the world. To relieve the demonic nature of this sword, it only requires a drop of blood from the person the sword owner loves. However, those who use this sword are often heartless or incompetent.
A lovely person, so the final result is only one word, death.
This sword had been destroyed by the martial arts leader eighteen years ago. Where did Mo Yichen get it? If not, she had to stop Mo Yichen. She had to stop him.
"Who are you?" The ruthless sword pointed directly at the masked woman's throat, "Don't think I won't kill you."
The masked woman put one hand on the ground, glanced at the corpses of her companions around her, and said with difficulty, "There is nothing in the world that King Yi dare not do. It is naturally easy to kill a little girl."
"Do you think that without you, I wouldn't be able to find out the person behind this? Since you want to die so much, I will let you be the first to sacrifice my ruthless sword."
The masked woman's eyes changed suddenly, and she looked at the silver sword at her throat in horror. Once this sword was stained with her own blood, it would act like a vampire until it completely drained her blood and turned into a zombie.
.How could the sword that had disappeared for a hundred years be in his hand?
Ye Luo saw the frightened look in the masked woman's eyes in the darkness. Did he guess wrong that it wasn't her?
In the blink of an eye, the ruthless sword had touched the masked woman's throat. Ye Luo was startled, and Bai Ling, who had poured all her inner strength into her body, immediately took action and flew towards the sword. The silver sword deflected away, and a strand of hair fell down like a feather.
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Seeing that the masked woman was not injured, Ye Luo took back the white silk, turned over and fell from the tree, slapped Mo Yichen on the face, and shouted loudly, "Mo Yichen, wake up."
After being slapped, Mo Yichen subconsciously swung his palm towards Ye Luo. When he saw Ye Luo in blue clothes appearing in front of his eyes, he took it back abruptly, leaving a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
Obsidian-like black eyes looked at Ye Luo in confusion. The Heartless Sword slipped from his hand, and the silver sword body became completely black after falling to the ground. Without the stimulation of blood, it was just a piece of scrap metal.
"Mo Yichen, are you okay?" Ye Luo hurriedly put her hand on his wrist. She didn't expect that Mo Yichen would suddenly withdraw his palm and be counterattacked by such a huge internal force.
"I'm fine, cough..." Another mouthful of blood spat out.
Ye Luo took out several white bottles from his sleeves, poured out a handful of medicine, and stuffed it into Mo Yichen's mouth without any objection.
Mo Yichen held Ye Luo's little hand with his backhand, touched the blood on the corner of his mouth and comforted him, "Don't worry, it's a small injury. It'll be fine. Ahem."
He almost hurt the worried woman. If the palm hadn't been closed in time, this fool would have died.
"Mo Yichen, you scared me to death." Ye Luo broke away her hands, her eyes blurred with tears, and hit Mo Yichen on the shoulder with a fist. She was really scared to death just now. She was so afraid that Mo Yichen would die.
"Ahem." Mo Yichen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. Looking at this completely imageless woman with runny nose and tears, he seemed to hear his heart suddenly start beating again, giving him a feeling of peace of mind.
If he hadn't been this fool, he would have gone crazy just now. He had never used the Heartless Sword once, and this time he almost fell into a point of no return.
"Mo Yichen, are you okay? I forgot you were injured. I didn't mean it." Ye Luo asked apologetically and anxiously. She really didn't mean it.
Before hearing Mo Yichen's answer, Ye Luo felt a flash of silver light in front of his eyes, and with a plop, the masked woman who was about to escape fell to the ground, with a flying knife stuck in her calf.
Mo Yichen's eyes flashed with strong murderous intent, but deep in his eyes there was bitterness and struggle that even Ye Luo didn't notice.
Ye Luo used her small hands to hold Mo Yichen's big hand and hold it tightly. Fortunately, the black ruthless sword was still lying quietly on the ground. Fortunately, it was only a flying knife that pierced the masked woman.
Mo Yichen, you gave me a chance to save you.
"Mo Yichen, calm down!"
"You don't have to worry about this matter. I will kill this person." No matter who he is, even if she still has some value, anyone who dares to take advantage of Luo'er must die.
The cold eyes deeply hurt Ye Luo's heart, Mo Yichen, is she the only one in your heart? You have never looked at me with such a cold gaze. It is different from indifference. This is a kind of coldness mixed with hatred.
Interesting gaze.
He hated himself, and his heart ached...
Mo Yichen saw Ye Luo's trembling lips and knew that he had hurt her. His heart tightened and he explained incoherently, "I'm sorry, I, it's just her..."
Before Mo Yichen could explain, Ye Luo interrupted, "Mo Yichen, you don't need to say anything, I already know it. Can you let me see what you have in your hand?"
"No, I know." Mo Yichen did not say anything. He glanced at the hairpin in his hand hesitantly and handed it to Ye Luo after hesitating for a moment.
Ye Luo smiled mockingly, with no color on his pale face, "Don't worry, I won't break it."
When a snow-white lotus hairpin appeared in his scarred palm, Ye Luo realized how wrong he was. This hairpin must belong to that woman. She met him for the first time as Ye Piaoling.
It was because of a lotus hairpin that it turned out that the owner of the lotus hairpin was not Murong Lian but another woman.
No wonder she had never seen that hairpin on Murong Lian's head. She should have thought that with Murong Lian's temperament, if she got such a thing, she would definitely show it off. And Mo Yichen tried his best to get that hairpin from her own hands.
The white jade lotus hairpin is all for this woman.
The texture and carving of the hairpin in front of me are not as good as the one I got from Yuliong. I am afraid that his hairpin has not had time to give it away. How deep is the love? Even if she is married, you are still in love with her.
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Ye Luo Ye Luo, in two lifetimes, you fell in love for the first time but fell in love with such an infatuated man. Is it joy or sorrow?
"Girl, where did you get this hairpin?" Ye Luo took a few steps forward and looked at the masked woman who was only breathing on the ground.
"What Princess Yi asked is so strange. Naturally, she got it from that woman." Although the masked woman was in a state of embarrassment and her life was in danger, her expression was still arrogant.
Ye Luo smiled, it was so difficult to tell the truth, "This little girl is not talented, she once thought about starting a jade business, and she has also done some research on jade. If I am not mistaken, this jade should only be found in the imperial palace.
There is no rumor at all among the people. May I ask if the woman you are talking about is from the royal family?"