With such a move, no one knows what she wants to do next.
Everyone's eyes were all fixed on Luo Qingyue.
Jun Wuxie looked pure, and he had been looking at Luo Qingyue since she appeared.
But her eyes were always fixed on Hua Yurong, never once looking at him.
Hua Yurong reacted instantly and realized that someone had rescued the kid from under her hands.
She glared at him angrily, but what she saw was a beautiful face.
Painted eyebrows, red lips, and ice-like eyes stared at her closely.
"You want to kill my son?" Luo Qingyue's red lips parted slightly, her brows and eyes were filled with coldness.
This was the first thing she said since she appeared.
Hua Yurong was shocked, glanced at Jun Wuxie in front of her, and sneered again, "So what?"
"Oh? What's up?" Luo Qingyue laughed, her little face stained with frost and snow. Her smile was as clear as water, but there was a ripple of ice in her mouth that could not be melted away no matter how hard it was.
She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering a pool of inexplicable emotions, and glanced at the silver thread wrapped around her wrist. There was still a smile like an orchid in the empty valley, but this smile made people feel a little nervous.
It's as if a god of death is holding a sickle and walking slowly towards you with a smile.
In the most gentle way, it gave a person the most cruel result.
The person who was born on the side couldn't resist.
Nothing is more shocking in the world than this.
"Whoever dares to hurt my son even a hair, I will make her - life worse than death!" Her eyes suddenly turned cold, Luo Qingyue's wrist shook, and the silver wire deflected out, directly towards Hua Yurong.
Hua Yurong's pupils suddenly tightened, and she wanted to get out of the way. However, the speed of the silver wire in Luo Qingyue's hand was countless times faster than hers.
"Ah!" The scream came instantly, and the air was filled with blood.
Hua Yurong looked at his right shoulder as if he was crazy. There, a silver thread penetrated the flesh and bone and penetrated.
"Who are you?" The sound of gnashing teeth made Hua Yurong so painful that she wanted to strangle Luo Qingyue immediately.
Luo Qingyue held the silver thread in one hand and stroked the blue silk on her chest with the other, smiling sweetly, "The God of Death!"
Words are like beads, falling cold to the ground.
Hua Yurong took a breath and said, "You..."
"Haha, it was your right hand that wanted to kill my son just now, right?" Luo Qingyue's palm-sized face raised a signature smile, but her eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, like a
Snake, look at Hua Yurong.
The silver thread gently turned downwards, sliding fiercely towards Hua Yurong's flesh and bones, towards her wrist.
Hua Yurong's face turned pale in pain, but she didn't dare to move. She was afraid that her arm would be cut off by the silver wire!
"Don't worry, I won't cut your arm, I will just - cripple it bit by bit! Let you taste the pain of blood and bones, the shock of heart."
Luo Qingyue brushed her hair and smiled, like an ice butterfly in the snow, proud and independent.
"Ah! You are not human - you devil!" Hua Yurong suddenly screamed, but the silver thread nailed to her arm slipped to her wrist, and Luo Qingyue flicked her fingertips.
The silver thread was withdrawn, and the threads were stained with blood drops.
Hua Yurong turned her head and looked at her right arm. A hideous wound lay across her entire arm, but she could not move her hand.
The meridians inside were torn apart inch by inch by the devil, and the flesh and bones were cut bit by bit by silver wires. Her arm was just... useless?
Pain, heart-wrenching pain, screams in the body along the nerves throughout the body.