The girl's expression suddenly stopped and looked at Ling Luoyu's pupil shrinking.
"What do you say?"
Ling Luoyu understood in his heart that this sentence of his own was tantamount to stabbing her pain point and death point.
But, also pretends to know nothing, still that pair of expression.
"What? That is to say, you Don't you think you're a thirteen year old girl? Am I wrong? Under the care of her parents, ordinary teenage girls are not so insidious and cruel as you are. It's not clear what killing is, but what about you... "
Her eyes fell on the girl's hand, watching her holding the dagger technique, eyebrow heart quietly pick pick.
"Look at you You look like a 13-year-old girl now No wonder Mo xuanchen doesn't like you... "
Dark dark dust Ling Luoyu, this is the pain of straight stabbing girl!!
Sure enough, Ling Luoyu's words can be regarded as directly tearing the girl's last piece of shame cloth.
"Cheap -- = people, you You dare to mention it, I I killed you... "
The dagger rises abruptly and kills Ling Luoyu.
"Ah..."
Ling Luoyu, however, screamed with exaggeration, holding his head in both hands and instinctively shrinking into a ball.
At the moment when the girl's dagger was about to stab, a figure flashed by, and the ink Xuan dust appeared in front of the girl.
The wind was blowing and the hair was flying.
Hidden in the hair between the lie ran black eyes, that moment folded out of the cold light.
"Uncle mo..."
The girl's hand suddenly froze.
The dagger, as high as that, stood motionless in the air and stopped in front of the dark dust, only a few inches away from his chest.
“…… You, why are you here? "
Mo Xuan dust's lip corner fades out a touch of you lie radian: "I also want to ask you, how are you here?"