Xiaoyao quickly moved to the side, but those thin lines seemed to be targeting her, pursuing her, chasing her directly no matter where she went.
"Nanfeng Ninghong, what do you want?" Xiaoyao said coldly and stopped in the distance. The lines around her also stopped. In less than a moment, they tightened around her.
Xiaoyao moved slightly, just letting the thin line pass, and looked at Nanfeng Ninghong with his black eyes, with a kind of arrogance that reached heaven and earth.
"Xiaoyao, this is the dragon rope, you can't escape." Nanfeng Ninghong moved forward, as if he wanted to get closer to Xiaoyao, but as soon as he took a step, a silver light struck quickly and passed through the right side of his face.
"Ta..." Blood drops fell to the ground, and then a few hair strands fell into the blood.
The black hair was dyed red by the blood, turning into an unspeakable deep red, strange and bloodthirsty.
"Nanfeng Ninghong, it seems that you really don't know what self-knowledge is!" The residual wind of the night floated between Nanfeng Ninghong and Xiaoyao, with a pair of golden eyes that were bright and cold. The silver scales seemed to fall in love under the reflection of the moonlight.
Dyeed with peerless elegance, the beauty is breathtaking.
Turning to face Xiaoyao, the golden eyes stared at Xiaoyao closely, as if to surround her in its gaze.
"Xiaoyao, do you still remember what I said that you don't have spiritual power, but are blocked by others?" As soon as Mu Ye Canfeng spoke, both Xiaoyao and Nanfeng Ninghong were stunned.
"What do you mean?" Xiaoyao's tone was slightly anxious.
It was said before, but after being interrupted by Ren Xiaoyin, she also forgot it. At this time, Mu Ye Canfeng mentioned it again, and Xiaoyao suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, like something she had lost for a long time.
It's like he's coming back.
"Are you really that stupid? Xiaoyao." Mu Ye Canfeng's golden eyes glowed with a soft golden light, like a meter of sunshine falling on Xiaoyao.
"I understand, Canfeng, if you say so, you should be able to help me!" Xiaoyao's mouth curved with a trace of evil, and his black eyes revealed an indescribable splendor.
As bright as the stars, as bright as the stream, it has almost exhausted all the splendor of the world, and has fallen into the morning smoke of the years.
"I can help you, but after doing it, you must not regret it!" Mu Ye Canfeng said slowly, with a hint of weirdness in his golden eyes.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just do it as you are told!" Xiaoyao glared at Mu Ye Canfeng and said slightly angrily.
"It's very simple, that's all!" As soon as Mu Ye Canfeng finished speaking, a ray of silver light shot toward Xiaoyao.
Before Xiaoyao could react, a pair of golden eyes were very close, and his lips seemed to be covered by something. It felt very strange!