"Are you very unconvinced?" Ling Luo smiled like a demon and stabbed down the Chixiao Sword in his hand.
“Ahhhh——”
The pain of the sword penetrating through the palm of his hand made Xuanyuan Yangyue raise her head in pain and let out a heart-rending cry. Veins popped out on the side of her slender neck.
"I think you seem to like playing with puppets." Ling Luo put one hand on the hilt of the sword, slowly squatted down, and his eyes fell on Xuanyang Yue's nails, "What beautiful nails.
These golden lines should be the runes for controlling the puppets."
"Ling——Luo——"
Xuanyuan Yangyue gritted her teeth with hatred. Because of the extreme pain, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, "You are really vicious!"
"Vicious?" Ling Luo laughed dumbly, "When it comes to being vicious, how can I compare to you, the princess princess?"
She lowered her head, her eyes firmly attracted by those golden runes, and asked: "Hey, Miss Princess, where did these strange runes come from?"
Xuanyuan Yangyue's face was pale, and she bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, drawing blood. She said bitterly: "My Xuanyuan family has been in the ancient times since ancient times. I have cultivated countless wonderful methods. How can I be you?"
What can a country girl from the small country of Xijiu achieve?"
Ling Luo raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, I really admire you. Xuanyuan Yangyue, you have been beaten so badly by me, how can you still be so cruel? The eldest lady really has an unusual temper.
ah."
Xuanyuan Yangyue snorted coldly. She couldn't see anything, she was so ashamed and angry that she turned her head away bitterly.
"The runes on your fingernails are nice. I like them very much." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of interest in her beautiful eyes.
She vaguely remembered that the Third County Prince's Mansion was at least hundreds or thousands of miles away from Moshang Xiangfang.
It can be controlled remotely from such a long distance. This kind of rune also has its own uniqueness.
Ling Luo stretched out a hand and placed it on Xuanyuan Yangyue's five fingers, and a faint light gradually filled the palm of her hand.
Xuanyuanyang Yue was shocked and her voice became shrill: "Ling Luo, what else do you want to do?!"
"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Ling Luo's voice had a soft ending, "If I kill you, I don't know how much trouble it will bring to me and Yu."
"and you……"
"Shut up!"
"I……"
"If you keep nagging, I'll chop off your hands!" Ling Luo's voice was extremely cold.
Xuanyuan Yangyue thought of Xi Feng, a flash of fear flashed in her eyes, and she immediately fell silent.
Ling Luo closed her eyes and used the bone pattern technique of the mysterious world taught to her by Lord Moonlight. She completely calmed down and concentrated on carefully tracing the golden runes on Xuanyuan Yangyue's fingernails.
Although Xuanyuan Yangyue's runes are much smaller and weaker than Xuanyuan Yu's, their lines are very strange, and it can be seen that they are secret techniques passed down from ancient times.
After about a cup of tea, Ling Luo had already copied the ancient runes on Xuanyang Yangyue's fingernails and remembered them firmly in her mind.
After you go back, you can study it carefully.
I believe that before long, this secret method will no longer be exclusive to Xuanyuan Yangyue, and she, Ling Luo, can exert greater power!
After copying, Ling Luo stood up, put his bare hand on the hilt of the Red Sky Sword, and drew it hard.
There was another scream and blood splattered everywhere.