Chapter 119 The Sacrificial Sword of Losing Sanity
The combination of Western swords and blood, red and silver, stimulates people's eyes.
Jiumei Luolan holds a Western sword in her hand, and her pupils slowly emit a bloodthirsty red light.
Cold and charming.
The onlookers were all watching this with trembling fear, not knowing what would happen, but they could feel a terrifying aura, but they didn't know if that aura was emanating from Jiumei Luolan or Yin Shuoyue.
emanating from.
"Lanlan~~~" Xia Zhichun frowned and called softly.
Jiumei Luolan tilted her head mechanically. She did not look back, but looked at Yin Shuoyue, staring at her closely.
She held the Western sword tighter in her hand, and the blood from the tip of the sword dripped to the ground.
"Who...are you!?" Jiumei Luolan's sanity has not yet been lost, but the murderous aura in her body has already rushed out of her body.
Yin Shuoyue raised her hand and licked the finger that had just been scratched by the Western sword with the tip of her tongue.
Although his movements are elegant, they give people an evil feeling.
Yan Lingxi is also an old man. With his experience, he can see the current situation at a glance, and he can also feel that something is wrong with Jiumei Luolan, but the murderous aura emanating from Jiumei Luolan seems familiar...
If he guessed correctly, this kind of murderous aura was exactly the same as the murderous aura in which Jiu Meiluo Lan swung his sword to kill the snake in the battle between humans and snakes in China!
Xia Zhichun wanted to break away from Kaiyan Lingxi's arms and rush over. She gritted her teeth and wished she could kill Yin Shuoyue now.
Unexpectedly, Yan Lingxi hugged her very tightly, with no intention of letting her go.
"Yan Lingxi, what are you doing? Let me go." Xia Zhichun couldn't be more serious, and Lan Lan was getting more and more uncomfortable!
"Don't let go."
"Do you want to see this school turn into a river of blood?" Xia Zhichun glared at Yan Lingxi. Once Lanlan loses her mind, no one can stop her!
"..." Yan Lingxi frowned slightly. After a while, his frown deepened, and he slowly lowered his head.
His head was buried in Xia Zhichun's hair, his lips touched Xia Zhichun's ears... He murmured: "Chun, the reason why I won't let go is because you have already lost your mind."
Yan Lingxi's tone was sad and soft, but these words were a wake-up call for Xia Zhichun.
Suddenly, Xia Zhichun's mind went blank. His eyes had no focus. Only Yan Lingxi's words replayed in his mind. 'Chun, the reason why I didn't let go was because you had already lost your mind.' 'Because you had already lost your mind'...
The murderous aura in the classroom became even stronger. The curvature of the corners of Yin Shuoyue's mouth increased.
"You want to control me?" Jiumei Luolan also raised a smile, the murderous heart that had been buried for a long time was about to move.
"Are you Jiumei Luolan, or Jiumei Lan..." Yin Shuoyue slowly spit out these words.
Jiumei Lan...Jiumei Lan...these three words lingered around Jiumei Luolan's mind. As the appearance of Long Jue appeared looming.
"Death!" The red lips opened slightly and she spoke. Jiu Meiluo's blue hand twisted and her eyes were blood red. At this time, the Western sword seemed to have a soul in her hand.
"Tian Xie Mo, bloodthirsty maniac, Jiumei Lan, Jian Jue!!" Yin Shuoyue could already feel that Jiumei Luolan's sanity had completely collapsed in an instant.
With Jiumei Luolan's determination, her sanity is not so easy to collapse in a short period of time, and the reason that accelerated her collapse was not the blood, but the name 'Jiu Meilan'.
Jiumei Luolan turned around, glanced at the classmates around the corner, and suddenly locked onto a boy with afro hair. She quickly flashed past. She raised her hand and picked up the collar of the afro-haired man with her Western sword.
Jiu Meiluo's blue lips curled up: "Sacrifice the sword!"