When the movement of the iron chain stopped, Luo Qingyue put her fingers firmly on the ground and used all her strength to get up, but the iron chain on her feet was still there.
It's just that he didn't drag her on the ground like before.
Everything seemed to have fallen into stillness.
The iron chains no longer turn, the rolling mills and iron wheels no longer turn.
On the eighteenth floor, while the smell of blood spread in the air, there was also a vague and terrifying silence.[
Luo Qingyue didn't even look at her arms, which had already been scratched. Her eyes were slightly stern, and her eyes were like knives shooting at the fox wall sculpture.
"Hehehe
Just like ink dripping into clear water, it spreads out bit by bit.
Luo Qingyue stood motionless, but the tip of her middle finger hidden in her sleeve quietly condensed a glimmer of silver light.
The laughter continued, and it seemed that the owner of the laughter was very happy.
The laughter has not stopped, and the iron tools have not been moved.
Luo Qingyue frowned and thought, and realized in her heart that the owner of this laughter controlled all the iron tools in the eighteenth floor!
The laughter lingered in the space for half a quarter of an hour.
Luo Qingyue's brows furrowed more and more tightly. She was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. That person was hiding and she was hiding.
Moreover, she is still restrained. If she wants to fight back, she must avoid the restraints of these chains.
At the very least, break the ties around your ankles.
"hehe
The iron chain rolled again, and Luo Qingyue's power bounced on the iron chain on her ankle. It only made a crisp and sweet sound, but it did not break!
Luo Qingyue's heart sank fiercely, as if she had fallen into a pool of ice, and the icy chill almost froze all the air.
Damn it!
Is this chain so powerful?
The chain dragged and threw Luo Qingyue against the south wall.
A trace of blood seeped out from the corner of Luo Qingyue's mouth. She wiped it, but before she could recover, there was another violent blow.
Inside the eighteenth floor, there was obviously no wind, but Luo Qingyue felt the breeze blowing on her face.[
Then, the next moment, it was like a baggage, being thrown to the ground by chains.
His whole body seemed to be falling apart, and his bones no longer obeyed him.
Every nerve in the body is screaming, and the feeling of pain spreads along the blood throughout the limbs and bones.
Luo Qingyue's eyes were filled with dizziness. Because her feet were bound by iron chains, her dress was cut open, the skin of her ankles was torn, and dazzling blood flowed out.
Now all the iron chains have stopped rolling, only the one on her ankle is falling around like a naughty child, waving it wildly.
To her surprise, she couldn't get rid of the iron chain made of black iron.
He could only let himself be thrown against the wall and the ground again and again, as if he was being tortured.
Slightly closing her eyes, Luo Qingyue lay quietly on the ground. At this moment, it was very quiet. I don't know if the master who controlled the chain was tired of watching, or because he felt that this was no longer fun.
After falling a few times, everything became calm again.
Three thousand blue hairs were spread thinly, and half of the white clothes were stained with blood, while the other part was stained with fine dust.
Her long and curly eyelashes were trembling slightly. Luo Qingyue seemed lifeless, but she was thinking of all possible solutions in her heart.