Chapter 5227
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Ye Qing Luo gave a light scoff as her long and narrow eyes glistened. She gave a casual smile, "Oh, do whatever you want then. Anyway …. whether your Mirage Clan's people are dead or alive, it doesn't have much to do with me."
Qing Ge raised her hand and pointed at the people from the Illusory Tribe. "All of you, capture that bitch!"
The faces of the people of the Illusion Race paled. Looking at the ferocious and obviously crazy Her Highness, they stammered, "But, but Young Master... Young Master is still in her hands..."
If they make a move.
Wasn't she going to make an example out of Young Master?
"Why are you panicking?"
Although the Clear Pigeon had accepted Huang Wuyou's deal, it did not mean that it had lost its consciousness.
She looked at Ye Qing Luo with cold ridicule as her eyes were filled with ridicule, "This Big Sister Feng Qing Luo, what Feng Qing Luo is most concerned about …. is the so-called comradeship."
"Young Master treats her so well and has saved her so many times. How could she really do anything to Young Master?"
"Left and right, I'm just scaring you."
Qing Ge's tone was firm.
The people of the Illusion Race looked at each other, not sure if they should believe him or not.
Qing Ge's red lips curled into a sinister smile, "If you don't believe me, you can try. This princess is sure that Big Sister Feng's conscience will never allow her to … kill the Young Master who loves her so deeply. "
Even if Qing Ge was so sure.
No one from the Illusion Race moved.
All of them took a look at Qing Ge and then looked at Zhu Wu Xin who was being restrained in Ye Qing Luo's hands.
There was an obvious bloodstain on Zhu Wuxin's neck.
Fresh blood also stained the sharp silver dagger that shone with a piercingly cold light.
No matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like … he was unwilling to kill!
Their Young Lord was the only one in this world with the purest bloodline of the Illusory Race, and he was even purer than the Illusory Princess.
He was the young master who had inherited the inheritance of the Illusion Tribe's ancestor.
How could they use the young master's life as a wager?
The people of the Illusion Race were silent and hesitant for a long time.
Qing Ge lost her patience.
She raised her hand. Her eyes, which were filled with dark Yin energy, coldly looked at the people of the Illusion Clan.
The majestic and thick Profound Qi was suddenly blasted away.
The members of the Illusion Race were sent flying, each of them slamming into a stone wall and then falling heavily onto the ground.
Qing Ge leaped up and pounced towards the nearest Illusory Tribe member. Her bloodied hand directly pierced into his chest.
"Since you won't listen to me, then what's the use of you?"
The woman's ruthless words were completely emotionless.
"Your, Your Highness …"
"You can't do that!"
"Our Illusory Tribe has no one left. Don't be fooled by Revered Carefree! He wants to borrow your hand to destroy the entire Illusory Race! "
The people of the Illusion Race shouted at the top of their lungs to stop Qing Ge.
But he still couldn't stop this woman's ruthless and merciless actions.
"Bang —"
Qing Ge's hand slammed into the ground with a loud thud.
"Oh!" The woman let out a muffled groan. Because she didn't tighten her grip, her jade-like fingers, which were stained with blood, slammed into the ground, causing severe pain.
Qing Ge felt as if her fingers were broken. Her face contorted in pain.
The people of the Illusory Tribe heaved a sigh of relief.
Just now …
Just when Qing Ge's hand stabbed into the chest of the Illusory Race member and dug out his Profound Heart Jade, just like Elder Huan Three.
Suddenly, that person's body seemed to be dragged by something.
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