Chapter 2621
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Her fingers were about a fist's distance away from Miao Rongrong.
Behind her, she felt the change and fluctuation of the airflow.
She didn't turn back.
Instead, her lips curled into an evil smile, with a hint of ridicule.
"Swoosh — —"
There was an extremely faint sound of something slicing through the air.
Following that, was Miao Yixiong's painful groan.
She frowned slightly.
She did not sense the sense of danger that was surging towards her back as she had imagined.
Just as she was about to turn back.
Her ears twitched.
That hand which was about to touch Miao Rongrong suddenly shook and a red feather fan suddenly opened up in her palm.
"Clang clang — —"
The sound of weapons clashing was extremely crisp.
The glower flame fan in Ye Qing Luo's hands coincidentally blocked a sharp dagger.
She raised her eyes slightly and met Miao Rongrong's eyes which were filled with shock and disbelief.
Ye Qing Luo's gaze was like a torch as she stared straight into Miao Rongrong's eyes.
Her long and narrow eyes overflowed with a meaningful smile.
But …..
Miao Rongrong could clearly see that the curve of the young girl's lips was suffused with a chilling coldness that made one shudder.
"You ….."
She opened her mouth in disbelief. She couldn't believe that Ye Luo could still maintain such a sharp reaction when facing a dying person.
She also couldn't believe that her foolproof plan was seen through by Ye Qing Luo.
"Surprised?" Ye Qing Luo smiled lightly, her voice was calm and her face was still elegant.
But the more it was like this, the more it made Miao Rongrong's heart felt as though it was being strangled by something, as though it was about to be torn into pieces.
It made one horrified and terrified.
Ye Qing Luo continued to smile as her five fingers moved.
The red feather fan in her hand rotated in her palm.
Miao Rongrong felt a sharp pain coming from the hand which was holding the dagger.
The dagger in her hand fell onto her bed.
At the same time, Ye Qing Luo closed the glower flame fan and with a flip, a sharp blade slid out from the fan handle.
The cold and sharp blade gleamed with a cold glint as it stuck to Miao Rongrong's neck.
Following that, Ye Qing Luo glanced sideways and looked behind her.
As expected, Miao Yixiong was sprawled on the ground in a sorry state, spitting out blood.
As for Di Mo Xuan, he stood elegantly by the side, his deep inky eyes gazed deeply at her.
She glanced sideways.
The cold lines on the man's face softened.
The corners of his lips curled upwards, his eyes filled with adoration.
"The two of you … knew from the beginning … knew …" Miao Yixiong coughed as he staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his mouth.
"Yes, we know." Ye Qing Luo tilted her head as her brows revealed an elegant smile, "Cooperating with you, is merely to see what kind of high level tricks you can come up with."
She paused for a moment, and then her smile turned into a sneer. "But … I'm very disappointed. Your techniques are too weak."
Miao Yixiong's face was ashen and filled with ruthlessness. There was no trace of the kindness he had before.
It was hideous, twisted, and extremely terrifying.
Ye Qing Luo looked down at Miao Rongrong with a pale face. She couldn't believe that the outcome had completely gone against her plan. She moved the glower flame fan in her hands.
The sharp blade left a small mark on Miao Rongrong's neck.
Blood, gushed out.
Miao Rongrong was so shocked that her body shrank, her eyes widened in horror, but she didn't dare to open her mouth or shout out a word.
"What does Miao Yixiong want to do?" Ye Qing Luo looked at Di Mo Xuan, and then looked at Miao Yixiong who was standing unsteadily, somewhat curious about their plans.
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