Chapter 121: If You Can’t Make a Cut, Then Come Again (2)

"It's the deity."

"..."

"Want to know why?"

"..."

"Because... the deity likes it."

"..."

At this moment, Yun Yiran suddenly felt that he had nothing to do to stop the bleeding for him!

Or, she was thinking, should I stab her again? !
Seeing that the aura on Yun Yiran's body turned cold in vain, Leng Shuimo seemed to see through her thoughts, and said coldly: "If there is another knife, it may not be so easy to stop the bleeding."

"..."

Yun Yiran remained silent.

However, her bruised fist showed how angry she was!
Seeing that Yun Yiran was really angry, Yuanqiu, who was quietly hiding aside, couldn't help swallowing, and sighed inwardly, so the master's angry appearance is so terrible?
It will never dare to mess with it again!

However, there really is someone who is not afraid of death, Leng Shuimo actually said again: "However, if you want to strike again, I still won't resist, after all, you don't have much strength."

"..."

At this time, Yun Yiran realized that the wound on Leng Shuimo's chest had healed suddenly, not only that, even his clothes that were stained with blood and mud had returned to their original whiteness.

Such a powerful self-healing ability is simply shocking!
At this moment, Yun Yiran realized that he was being played with again!

So, she took a deep breath and tried to maintain a calm expression on her face: "Since, God Leng, you are fine, then I will leave, thank you! Goodbye!"

……

"Master, where are we going?" Yuanqiu was caught and asked anxiously.

"To shut up!"

She is too guilty now and doesn't want to say too much at all. At this time, she is really thankful that she has the Wuyun hairpin, which allows her to come and go freely.

However, just as she was suspended in mid-air, she felt a powerful aura attacking her!

In the next second, she was pulled down from mid-air, and then fell heavily into Leng Shuimo's embrace!
"Wuyun hairpin, where did it come from?!" Leng Shuimo's face was extremely cold and stiff.

Yun Yiran gritted his teeth: "Why should I tell you?"

There were traces of frightening hostility in Leng Shuimo's eyes: "Have you seen Yan Yuebai?!"

"none of your business!"

At this time, it seems that only these four words are the most favorable counterattack!
You know, what she hates the most is someone restraining her, so she just turned around and broke free from the shackles of Leng Shuimo, and then used the water element to disappear into the air.

Leng Shuimo looked at the empty front, his face was gloomy and terrifying, especially the indifferent emotion in his eyes, it was as terrifying as a Rakshasa who came out of hell.

At night, the wind is slightly cool.

"boom!"

I saw that, with a wave of Leng Shuimo's sleeves, an explosion occurred in a pavilion not far away, and it was razed to the ground in an instant!
The huge deafening roar, combined with Leng Shuimo's expression like a god of death, was like pressing the slow down button for everything, with a suffocating breath.

"Come on!"

"See Mozun." The man in black knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Leng Shuimo narrowed his eyes, "Attack Ziluan Hall!"

"..."

Hearing this, the man in black was obviously taken aback: "What is the reason for the attack?"

"There is no reason!"

Four words, with a murderous look.

At this time, the man in black swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but sympathize with Ziluan Palace, but he was inexplicably hated...

(End of this chapter)

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