"She has no heart?!" Ruowuxin's pupils suddenly shrank.
Luo Qingyue's eyebrows moved slightly, "What? Is there something wrong?"
Ruo Wuxin's shock was beyond her expectation.
I thought that if you have no intention and no intention, you can live. If you treat others without intention, you may also be able to live.
But looking at Ruowu Xin's expression, he seemed to know something.
"Besides having no heart, what else is there?" Ruowu Xin frowned, and the heavy pressure made him almost breathless. He hoped that this matter would not get out of hand as he thought.
Luo Qingyue lowered her head and thought carefully. After much deliberation, she had not thought of anything different about Luo Yunxi. It seemed that except for this matter, everything else was normal.
"No...no!" A flash of inspiration flashed in Luo Qingyue's mind, and she remembered, "The last time I saw her, she seemed to have a flower growing on her neck."
"What flower?" Ruowuxin anxiously held Luo Qingyue's shoulders.
Luo Qingyue was filled with doubts, and Ruo Wuxin's reaction was extraordinary.
Realizing that he had done something inappropriate, Ruowuxin quickly retracted his hand and said seriously: "Qingyue, this matter is very important. You must tell me carefully."
Luo Qingyue smiled, "A black lotus-like flower was crawling around her neck."
"How many?"
"Two."
If Wuxin feels a sense of exhaustion throughout his body, is that really what happened?
"Qingyue, have you done anything to Luo Yunxi before? In the past few days, have you hurt her?"
Luo Qingyue didn't know how Ruo Wuxin could ask such a question, but she still answered truthfully, "I ruined her appearance."
"She recovered in a short time, right?" Ruowuxin's lips were stained with a smile, with a somewhat confusing meaning.
Luo Qingyue's eyebrows darkened, "Well, it took almost a few hours to recover. I don't know the reason for this. Could it be related to those two flowers?"
Ruowu Wuxin raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly. It was bitter and helpless, and even Luo Qingyue couldn't understand it clearly at the moment.
Just looking at Ruo Wuxin like this, Luo Qingyue felt that the matter was very serious.
"Qingyue, don't say that you can't kill Luo Yunxi without fully recovering your strength now. Even if your strength recovers, you can't kill her."
"Why?" Luo Qingyue had almost guessed that Luo Yunxi might have something beyond ordinary people.
Otherwise, she would not have regained her appearance overnight.
The degree of disfiguring damage caused by silver wire is much more serious than that of ordinary sharp weapons.
Logically speaking, a person whose face is disfigured by a silver thread blessed with spiritual magic cannot be fully restored even with the use of medicine.
But Luo Yunxi did it, and she didn't use any drugs.
In comparison, the results Luo Yunxi saw for them were very terrifying.
"Does the flower on Luo Yunxi's neck, Qingyue, look familiar to you?" Ruo Wuxin asked enigmatically.
Luo Qingyue thought for a moment, "It's similar to the black lotus of the past life in the outer realm of the Yugu clan, but... I always feel that they are different."
"Is that so?" Ruowuxin gathered his strength, stretched out his fingers, and flew up and down in the air, displaying the painting freely.
After a moment, a black flower shape appeared from mid-air.
The hollow petals, realistic patterns, integrated top and bottom, all covered with black silk threads, look like real flowers blooming.