"It's a perfect arm, but it's a pity... that I can't use my mysterious power in the future. But, your arm is still hanging on your body, isn't it?"
Luo Qingyue glanced at the blood stains on the silver thread and chuckled.
Hua Yurong only felt that hearing such a gentle tone and gentle laughter was extremely harsh.
She was unwilling to give in, but there was a panic in her heart that could not be buried.
This woman just showed up and hurt her arm like this?
"Did you steal the ancient Rakshasa?" After she was shocked, she felt deep hatred.
"It's me, what can you do?" The extremely arrogant words were raised in the dark night.
Luo Qingyue's fingertips moved, and a spot of light appeared. She flicked it, and the blood stains on the silver thread disappeared.
All the movements were smooth and flowing, so graceful.
Hua Yurong narrowed her eyes, "I will make you pay the price."
"What price do you want me to pay? Kill me? Or take back the Jade Rakshasa? You seem to be unable to do either of these two things." Luo Qingyue took the silver wire back to her wrist and stretched out her hand.
Yingbai's slender hand held Xiao Luo Yu at the side, and they stood together on the top of the Shengqing Hall.
The cool breeze lifted her black clothes, making her look as dark as a ghost.
It wasn't until this moment when she held Xiao Luo Yu's hand that her whole body relaxed.
God knows, when she saw Hua Yurong using the blade of her palm to strike the child's neck, her whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Her heart doesn't move, so she doesn't feel frightened, only scared.
She was afraid that something would happen to the child, and she was afraid that Hua Yurong would hurt the child.
Therefore, she took action hurriedly, she was angry and wanted to torture Hua Yurong and make her life worse than death.
Death is often the best way to escape. She will not let Hua Yurong go so easily. She wants to keep Hua Yurong alive so that Hua Yurong can taste her fear and her trembling fear.
She would make Hua Yurong understand that daring to touch her son, Luo Qingyue, was the thing that Hua Yurong regretted most in this world.
"Really? Do you believe that I can take back the Jade Rakshasa?" Hua Yu tolerated the pain, her face turned pale, but she also smiled forcefully.
After all, she is also a daughter of the royal family, so she still has the cold and arrogant temperament she should have.
"You have no chance." Luo Qingyue curled her lips and smiled. She lowered her gaze and bent down to kiss little Luo Yu. "Luo Yu, just wait here for your mother. I'll vent your anger!"
Xiao Luoyu nodded guiltily and said weakly: "Mom, you have to be careful."
Luo Qingyue rubbed his little head, smiled slightly, and turned around with a cold look on her face.
The figure shook, and the next moment, Luo Qingyue suddenly appeared in front of Hua Yurong, one step away, very close.
"Don't you want to snatch back the Jade Rakshasa? I'm standing in front of you now. Why don't you snatch it?" Hua Yurong was trembling in her heart. She didn't even see this woman's figure or her movements just now.
Why so fast?
Even so, when she heard about Jade Ancient Rakshasa, she cheered up and said, "You think I don't dare?"
"It's not that you don't dare, it's that you simply don't have the ability." Luo Qingyue looked at Hua Yurong with a cold and picturesque smile.
The mocking look in his eyes made Hua Yurong's heart ache.
Such a woman would not even let go of a child, which shows how narrow-minded she is.
"Really? Then I'll let you see if I have what it takes!" Hua Yurong said coldly.