Xuanyuan Yu's eyes froze, and the huge silver moon in his hand smashed in the direction of Xuanyuan Yangyue.

"Don't!"

Xuanyuan Yangyue's face was crossed with extreme horror.

Hit by Yu's Silver Moon Dance, where is her life?

Just when Xuanyuan Yangyue was extremely frightened, her eyes suddenly fell on Jing Shu, who was kneeling on the ground and lost focus because of too much grief and anger.

The golden silk thread above Xuanyuan Yangyue's ten fingers jumped out quickly, suddenly tied Jing Shu's body, pulled it in front of him, and then put a dagger against Jing Shu's neck, and shouted: "Die together!" ”

Xuanyuan Yu's black pupils shrank fiercely, and the ancient formation pattern in the palm of his hand immediately stopped rotating, and the dazzling silver moon like a match also paused vividly.

"Brother Yu, don't force me!" Xuanyuan Yangyue's beautiful eyes like spring water in March crossed a trace of cruelty, but there was a pitiful look on her face, "Yangyue is your fiancée, we have worshiped the church, how can you be so ruthless?" ”

She begged in a pitiful tone as she gently slashed Jing Shu's neck with a sharp knife.

The knife was extremely sharp, and soon, blood flowed out along the edge.

Jing Shu's eyes are not in focus, except for his legs, he can still walk, and the whole person has lost consciousness, and he has lost his ability to resist.

She was like a broken puppet doll, allowing her old master to ruthlessly poke her body and insert the rotten cotton wool inside little by little.

Jing Shu is so pitiful.

No one can be ruthless in the face of her, and Xuanyuan Yu is the same.

He withdrew the golden energy that had been released, and the Dance of the Silver Moon vanished. You can't hurt another innocent girl because Xuanyuan Yangyue is a scumbag, not to mention that girl is still the deceased's own sister.

"Huh." An extremely smug smile appeared on Xuanyuan Yangyue's face.

No one, no one can do anything to her!

As long as she hijacks Jingshu, all the people are in her fiddling, and all of them can only be her puppet dolls!

Looking at this scene, Ling Luo's face gradually darkened, she let go of her hand and put the cheap dragon in her arms on the ground.

How could a woman like Xuanyuan Yangyue, who was cut by a thousand knives, be allowed to run rampant?

Take Jingshu as a hostage?

Do you think you can help Yu like this, and you can help her Ling Luo?

"Xiao Luo, why did you throw this emperor to the ground!" The cheap dragon raised his head, stretched out a black-aimed claw, and waved it angrily at Ling Luo, protesting, "You haven't hugged the emperor for more than ten days, it's really stingy!" ”

Ling Luo didn't pay attention to the cheap dragon, but stretched out ten fingers, and hundreds of crimson fire yuan silk threads extended from between his fingers.

She was already standing in a relatively backward position, and her actions at the moment were very secretive, and hundreds of crimson fire yuan silk threads circled in a circle, gradually approaching Xuanyuan Yangyue from behind.

Xuanyuan Yangyue was in an extremely smug mood at the moment, thinking that everything was under her control, and she didn't notice that the danger was already secretly approaching.

Ling Luo's eyes froze, and his ten fingers trembled rapidly at a frequency that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

Suddenly, hundreds of crimson Huoyuan silk threads quietly caught Xuanyuan Yangyue's legs, hands, back, and back of his neck.

What is it to manipulate a puppet doll with a golden thread, her Ling Luo's red fire thread is a real person!