Under Xin Qier's grasp, Ling Luoyu's wrist avoided, and she instantly caught the soul blade.

At the same time, Ding Ziling seemed to have found the opportunity and quickly retreated.

But before Xin Qier could react, the Soul Blade suddenly chased Ding Ziling forward.

From the surface, it seemed as if Xin Qier was holding the soul blade, chasing Ding Ziling.

"sister"

Ding Ziling's relaxed heart, raised it again, looked at Xin Qier like a ghost, hiding even more embarrassed.

Xin Qi'er didn't have any thoughts about Ding Ziling's expression at this time, and her heart was even more frightened.

On the soul blade, there seemed to be a strong suction force, which attracted her hand, even if she struggled to get rid of her hand, she still couldn't get rid of it.

What was even more frightening was that the soul blade had already been attached to Ding Ziling's chest just after another thought.

"Ziling..."

She screamed in horror, watching the Soul Blade pierce Ding Ziling's clothes, but she was helpless.

Ding Ziling had no time to scream.

He looked at the soul blade in despair, feeling the pain of sashimi.

On the other side, Ling Luoyu's lips smiled, and his fingertips squeezed.

"Om!"

The soul blade suddenly stopped.

Ding Ziling body also fell out in an instant and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Xin Qier's face was pale, holding the Soul Blade in her hand, standing there pale.

The blood stains on the sharp edge of the soul blade are impressive.

"Ziling..."

She tried to break free.

The suction on the soul blade also disappeared in an instant.

Xin Qier had to let go as if seeing a ghost, looked at it in shock, and then at her own hand. Only then did she think of Ding Ziling and hurried forward.

"Ziling..."

Ding Ziling lay on the ground with a crying expression.

"Sister... are you crazy... why are you killing me..."

"I...that's not me...it's the sword..."

Before Xin Qier finished her words, she noticed a trace of killing intent approaching from her back.

When she turned around in horror, the coldness of the Soul Blade suddenly pressed against her cheek, making her scared not to move.

Ling Luoyu was still standing not far away, with an expression that seemed irrelevant to him.

The soul blade was floating in the void, and the sharp blade was close to her cheek.

She tried to hide a little to one side, but the soul blade clung to it lingeringly.

"What?? Miss Xin hasn't realized...this sword, do you like you?!"

Ling Luoyu's mocking voice paused, and came leisurely.

"Moreover, what it likes most is the girl's face..."

Xin Qier: "..."

If she believed Ling Luoyu's words, that would be a scam! !

This sword must be controlled by her.

"what are you going to do?"

Looking slantingly, she looked at the coldness of the soul blade.

The murder that it revealed, followed the skin, a little bit into the heart, into the soul, making her heart tremble inexplicably.

"Girl Xin, why are you so nervous? I just want to tell the girl...this sword, I like you so much..."

"Really? But I don't like it..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it, what matters is that it likes you..."

Ling Luoyu paused in front of Xin Qier, hovered slightly, smiling but not smiling, and the corners of his lips faded with playfulness.

"Especially like your face..."

Xin Qier instantly understood: "You... are you threatening me?"

Soul Blade liked her face, so he clung to it, and the danger followed.

Ling Luoyu threatened to destroy her face by the mouth of the soul blade.

"You...you are going to ruin my face..."