The knife in Luo Yu's chest was trembling constantly. To take action or not to take action? To take action or not to take action.
Yun Shitian's current body couldn't bear her slap.
In front of his eyes, Yun Shitian's figure was getting closer and closer, and that powerful murderous aura was imminent.
Luo Yu stared into Yun Shitian's eyes.
Seeing that Yun Shitian's palm force was about to attack her, Luo Yu's knife suddenly clenched into a fist in such a flash of lightning.
Take a gamble and bet that she is not wrong about the person.
She bets her life that people she doesn't want to hurt will not hurt her.
Trust, total trust.
If you don’t believe it, you don’t believe it at all.
Clenching his fists, Luo Yu stopped all his attacks.
In front of his eyes, Yun Shitian's fierce strength and figure struck hard.
Luo Yu's clenched fists were so collapsed that they were almost like a bowstring.
Wearing it through the body is like a gentle breeze blowing through willows, walking towards you.
Yun Shitian's arms passed through her, his figure passed through her, and disappeared behind her without a trace.
There was no fierce attack, nothing.
Luo Yu's wide eyes slowly bent up and he smiled.
She got it right.
In front of my eyes, all illusions disappeared, and only the original color palace lay in front of me.
Luo Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt cold sweat pouring down his back.
"Yun Shitian, just now I..." He turned his head to look at Yun Shitian in a relaxed manner. Halfway through his happy words, Luo Yu fell silent at the moment.
In front of him, Yun Shitian closed his eyes tightly, with deep anger and murderous intent on his face.
On the other free hand, the purple fighting spirit was already full, and it was lying in front of her. She only had to move forward one foot, and it was imprinted on her chest.
The eyes of joy sank deeply.
It turns out that the illusion is for both sides.
It turns out that not only does she need to trust him, but he also needs to trust her.
In the original color palace, there was silence, but Luo Yu's heart was full of mixed feelings.
Doesn't Yun Shitian trust her?
Does he still only trust himself after all?
Luo Yu felt that her hand, tightly held by Yun Shitian, was numb with pain.
That was Yun Shitian's power, that was Yun Shitian's anger, and that was Yun Shitian's inner pressure.
Looking at the purple fighting spirit getting closer and closer in front of me.
A bitter smile slowly appeared on the corner of Luo Yu's mouth, but he did not hide. He still stood there and looked at Yun Shitian.