"Are you not convinced?" Ling Luo smiled like a demon, stabbing the Chixiao Sword in his hand violently.

"Ahhhh

The pain of the sword piercing through the palm made Xuanyuan Yangyue raise her head in pain, and let out a heart-rending wail, and on the edge of her slender neck, the green tendons burst out.

"I think you like to play with puppet dolls." Ling Luo put one hand on the hilt of the sword, slowly squatted down, and his gaze fell on Xuanyuan Yangyue's nails, "What beautiful nails, these golden lines should be the runes that control the puppet." ”

"Ling-Luo-"

Xuanyuan Yangyue gritted her teeth with hatred, because of the extreme pain, a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on her forehead, "You are really vicious!" ”

"Vicious?" Ling Luo smiled dumbly, "Speaking of viciousness, how can I compare to you, the county lord." ”

She lowered her head, her eyes firmly attracted by those golden runes, and asked, "Hey, I said Miss County Lord, where did these strange runes come from?" ”

Xuanyuan Yangyue's face was pale, her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and she directly bit out the blood, and said hatefully: "My Xuanyuan family has been going back and forth since the primeval period, and there are countless wonderful methods of cultivation, how can you be a rural village girl from a small country in Xijiu who can reach it?" ”

Ling Luo raised his eyebrows and said with a light smile: "Anyway, I really admire you a little." Xuanyuan Yangyue, you have been beaten so badly by me, can you still play ruthlessly? The eldest lady's temper is really not ordinarily deep. ”

Xuanyuan Yangyue snorted coldly, she couldn't see, she was ashamed and angry, and turned her head away hatefully.

"This rune on your fingernails is good, Miss Ben likes it." The corners of Ling Luo's lips were slightly hooked, and there was a hint of interest in her beautiful eyes.

She vaguely remembered that the third county palace was at least hundreds of miles away from Moshang Xiangfang.

At such a distance, it can be controlled remotely, and this kind of rune also has its own uniqueness.

Ling Luo stretched out a hand and placed it on Xuanyuan Yangyue's five fingers, and a faint light gradually filled the palm of his hand.

Xuanyuan Yangyue was shocked, and her voice was sharp: "Ling Luo, what else do you want to do?!" ”

"Don't worry, I won't kill you." Ling Luo's voice had a soft ending, "Killing you, I don't know how much trouble it will cause to me and Yu." ”

"Then you ......"

"Shut up!"

"I ......"

"If you are verbose, your hands will be chopped!" Ling Luo's voice was extremely cold.

Xuanyuan Yangyue remembered the hissing wind, a trace of fear crossed her eyes, and she was immediately silenced.

Ling Luo closed his eyes, activated the Tricky Bone Pattern Technique that Venerable Moonlight had taught him, completely calmed down, meditated, and carefully traced the golden runes on Xuanyuan Yangyue's fingernails.

The runes of Xuanyuan Yangyue, although they are much smaller and weaker than those of Xuanyuan Yu, but their patterns are very wonderful, and it can be seen that they are secret methods handed down from ancient times.

After about a cup of tea, Ling Luo had already copied the ancient runes on Xuanyuan Yangyue's fingernails and kept them firmly in his mind.

When you go back, you can study it well.

I believe that it won't be long before this secret method is no longer exclusive to Xuanyuan Yangyue, and she Ling Luo can exert even greater power!

After finishing copying, Ling Luo stood up, put his hand on the hilt of the Chixiao Sword, and jerked it hard.

There was another scream, and blood splattered.