Yan Yan stood on the glass platform, holding the Changhong Sword, at a loss.
how so.
Her confidence and arrogance were like an iceberg disintegrating at this moment, and her almond-shaped eyes showed panic.
No, with her strength and talent, she will definitely become the only one with a chance.
Yan Yan was unwilling and did not believe in reality. She kept repeating the reader who drew her sword. Spiritual energy continuously poured out from her Dantian and gathered in her palms. Her hands and arms were burning with spiritual fire.
Until the spiritual energy in the Dantian is exhausted and the mental power declines, the last spark of spiritual fire disappears.
Yan Yu looked at Yan Yan and was very disappointed.
How much good luck can the treasures and opportunities that you forcefully bring to you?
Instead of thinking about unrealistic things, it is better to practice hard and increase your strength.
Grandpa looked at Yan Yan with dark eyes.
The grandfather held the golden cicada crutch in his hand and slammed it on the ground. At that moment, the ground did not shake, but the momentum was as amazing as thunder.
Yan Yan was in a daze, staring at the Changhong Sword absentmindedly.
The sound of thunder rang in her ears, Yan Yan suddenly raised her eyes and looked forward, and looked at her grandfather who was sitting on the chair. His grandfather had a majestic face, and his eyes were cold and terrifying, like two shining knives, fiercely
Plunge into her eyes.
Yan Yan's heart trembled slightly. She was the eldest lady of the Yan family and she must not lose her manners.
Yan Yan placed the Changhong Sword on the crystal frame, smiled at Yan Yu, pretending to be cool, "Brother Ninth, it seems that I have no chance with the Changhong Sword."
"It's a normal thing, don't be sad." Yan Yu said calmly, his tone full of alienation.
Yan Yan's face changed slightly. She thought she was a genius. Unlike others, she always had a cold face and was very proud.
Yan Yu said something normal, but the implication was that she was just like everyone else, nothing special.
Yan Yan wanted to ask, what about Ye Qingge?
Does he have confidence in Ye Qingge?
However, under the eyes of countless people, Yan Yan still maintained his sense and did not ask the doubts in his heart.
But in fact, she already had the answer in her heart, she was just unwilling and deceiving herself.
Yan Yan's cheeks were quite stiff, and she smiled softly. She walked gracefully across the glass stage and returned to the wine table.
"Grandpa." Yan Yan nodded and said respectfully.
Grandpa glanced sideways at Yan Yan, his eyes were terrifying, and those turbid eyes exuded an astonishing aura, almost approaching Yan Yan.
Yan Yan's eyes widened and she didn't dare to say anything. Her spirit and soul were tortured by the momentum, and she was in agony. Countless cold sweats broke out on her body.
She knew that her grandfather was angry.
Yan Yan lowered his head and endured the pain silently.
Grandfather has never shown any pity towards the younger generation. He rewards merit and punishes demerit. His methods are sharp and his thoughts are ruthless. Even if he is a blood relative, he will never show mercy when he deserves to be killed.
Yan Yan was in awe of her.
When Yan Yan was in pain, he glanced at Ye Qingge from the corner of his eye.
Ye Qingge and Feng Qingyang chatted and laughed happily, drinking a glass of wine from time to time, and no one else could say anything.
The ominous god from Netherworld Island kept adding vegetables to the Ye Qingge bowl.
Mo Xie stared at Ye Qingge with a gentle expression, but was secretly on guard. It seemed that as long as anyone was harmful to Ye Qingge, he would pounce on him like a cheetah and kill him with one blow.
A cold light flashed in Yan Yan's eyes.
She looked at Yan Yu, who looked at Qing Ge from time to time. His eyes were as pampering as the sea water, making people unable to help but drown in the deep sea.
Yan Yan's heart was beating fast, and her blood was flowing backwards, boiling hot.
On the other side, Li Yanran was sitting at the Qin family's table. Several young ladies from the Qin family disliked Li Yanran very much. Mr. Zhang, who had lost a part of his finger, never left her, worried and caring about Li Yanran.
Li Yanran had just taken off her clothes and mutilated herself, which shocked the whole city.
In the world of women's cultivation, Li Yanran's scholarly temperament is obviously eye-catching and makes people pity her.
Unfortunately, at today's dinner, Li Yanran's reputation was ruined.
From then on, the powerful people in Luohua City looked down upon her.
Many aristocratic daughters who usually disliked her gathered together to attack her.
In this huge Luohua City, there is no place for Li Yanran to stand.
Life is often like this, with countless plans and deliberate efforts, however, one step is wrong, and the next step is wrong, until it is doomed.
Li Yanran attributed all her hatred to Ye Qingge.
Her eyes were like poisonous snakes.
However, when she looked at Mo Xie, the lingering love and admiration made her intoxicated by the spring breeze.
Mr. Zhang was pale and weak. He looked at Li Yanran and felt pain in his heart.
He broke off the relationship between her parents for her and was kicked out of the Zhang family. As for her, she refused to give him a stingy look.
Mr. Zhang was at a loss.
What's the point of him doing this?
The so-called love means not even giving up dignity and face, being humble and humble?
He is the son of the Zhang family, what is his proud identity?
In the west courtyard, an undercurrent surges.
Under the spotlight, Lan Wuxin stepped onto the glass platform.
Lan Wuxin was born as a monster. She was dressed in a red shirt, with picturesque eyebrows. The tail of her eyes were raised upward, and her eyes were long and narrow, shooting out two eerie lights.
She has seen too many dead people, strangled many lonely souls, crushed countless hearts, and her whole body exuded a horrifying aura of hostility.
She is different from Ye Qingge. Qingge's hands are stained with blood, but she has good intentions. She will not bully others unless they offend her. Qingge practices hard, not to bully the weak.
Lan Wuxin takes pleasure in killing people.
To be honest, she is somewhat similar to Qingsha Yao, with her fierceness.
However, Qingsha Demon was forced by the environment to lead her people to hope in a desperate situation. She was willing to sacrifice herself for the sake of the Qingsha clan.
However, Lan Wuxin is a female devil, she was born that way.
The moment she was born, her mother died.
That's because her mother was pregnant for eighteen months and she refused to let go. She was born after draining the last bit of vitality and blood from her mother.
How could she put down her butcher knife and become a Buddha when she was born a demon?
How can a devil like this know good intentions?
Yan Yu looked at Lan Wuxin and frowned.
Lan Wuxin was too violent.
Lan Wuxin held the Changhong Sword, her palms filled with the breath of the vampire clan, and suddenly tried to open the Changhong Sword with force.
The outcome is no different.
Faced with this result, Lan Wuxin was not disappointed.
Changhong Sword? She doesn't care.
The purpose of her coming to Luohua City is to save Lan Wu. Lan Wu's medicine is Ye Qingge's heart.
Lan Wuxin stood on the stage, overlooking Qingge.
There seemed to be a smell of blood on her body.
Qing Geben and Feng Qingyang were chatting happily. When she noticed a fiery gaze, she raised her eyes to look at Lan Wuxin.
Lan Wuxin showed his murderous intention without any cover-up.
She even wanted to announce to the world that she would kill Ye Qingge and take away Ye Qingge's heart.
Qingge didn't know about the heart medicine, but she noticed that Lan Wuxin's murderous intention this time was even more obvious.
Cutting the weeds without eradicating the roots will cause endless harm.
Qing Ge shook his head, then turned around, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and thunder burst out.
In two lifetimes, there are countless people who want to kill her. How about one more Lan Wuxin for her?