Frost-free self-clamping 6

Jiuyin bent down slightly and picked up the dagger that fell on the ground with jade-like fingers. Under the light, the face of the dagger glowed with a deep cold glow.

Raising his hand, the sharp blade of the dagger raised the frost-free chin, the sound of the sharp blade falling into flesh and blood sounded, and the bright red blood dripped along the arc of the frost-free chin.

Feeling the pain coming from the neck, Wushuang stared at Jiuyin fiercely.

The face on the other side was like Shura's smile, and Wushuang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he tried to retreat while supporting his body, but was stepped on the ground by Jiuyin's slender feet.

Until this moment, Wushuang was scared!

She thought that Nan Yuechen would definitely not let her live and die, she really thought it!

But in just such a few days, the person who has elevated her to the top of Nanyang Country's 10,000 people, now...looks at her without a trace of pity!

The master who once saved her in the water and fire, because a woman who has known each other for a few days, has murdered her...

The more I think about it, the more frustrated Wushuang becomes!

"Master, why do you just refuse to believe that she is a demon girl who harms the common people, today you can be confused by her, and in the future, she will destroy the entire Nanyang country!!"

The words fall.

Jiuyin glanced faintly at Nan Yuechen who was in deep thought. The curvature of the corner of his mouth was very faint, and his gaze looking at Wushuang was very cold and cold: "Are you finished? Are you doing it yourself, or is the temple doing it for you?"

"you dare?!"

"Despicable and shameless slut, the king of war has seen through your purpose and spurned you, so you will transfer your goal to the master. One day your magic will be seen through, and one day, you will definitely taste being smashed by thousands of people. The retribution of scumbag!"

Wushuang's eyes were gloomy, and every word was filled with bitter hatred.

retribution?

Hearing Wushuang's curse from his lungs, Jiuyin suddenly straightened up, her dark and bright eyes glowed with faint ink, and the corners of her mouth curled into an extremely strange arc.

The ordinary face in front of him was so indifferent, so faint that Wushuang couldn't find the anger he wanted.

She is laughing.

Except for the calm under her eyes, there was a smile everywhere on her face, so enchanting and dazzling, it eclipsed the world.

"You, what are you laughing at--" Wushuang's eyes widened, staring at Jiuyin in front of him.

Seeing the increasingly intense smile on that face, Wushuang's heart suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of fear, and she couldn't help but want to retreat.

Under those horrified eyes.

Jiuyin spoke, his voice was obviously very weak, but even every word was sandwiched with supreme majesty, and Wushuang's face instantly turned pale, and his blood gradually solidified.

"The temple is laughing at you stupid, even if you don't want to leave a whole body, the temple allows you!"

As the words fell, all the smiles on Jiuyin's face suddenly disappeared.

She raised her hands suddenly, and those Bai Zhe's hands, which were as condensed as fat, stayed parallel to her shoulders and arms.Her fingertips clamped the crystal clear white chess with a faint white glow on the chess surface.

So dazzling, as dazzling as a peerless treasure.

With the movement of Jiuyin's fingertips slightly pulling, Bai Qi suddenly separated from the two fingertips of Jiuyin, and flicked against Wushuang's forehead.

White's speed is very slow, so slow that Wushuang can clearly catch the white chess close to him.

Little by little.

One inch by inch, getting closer and closer.

A sense of death with all thoughts enveloping every corner of the body, the frost-free pupils contracted greatly, and he could only hold his left hand and retreat desperately, without the slightest ability to resist.