Dongfang Ling Wei raised her heart and looked at the remnant sun and Ling Yue's line of sight.

I saw that a pair of very slender fingers like white jade gently lifted the curtain, and the next thing that caught my eye was a tall person.

He wore a white robe that fit well, and the robe had the same pattern as the clothes of the dead sun, but the flowers on it were more luxuriant.

Perhaps for them, the pattern on their clothes is a symbol of power.

His black hair was like a splash of ink, and the hair that hung slightly in front of him fluttered gently with the wind, and the hair behind him was tied with a simple purple ribbon.

Dongfang Lingwei couldn't see him, because he had a white mask on his face, but those eyes had an infinite coldness, just looking at people, it was like being in an ice cellar.

He lifted his slender feet from the high hall, step by step, slowly, slowly, very gracefully and calmly walked down from above.

The cold chill on his body also began to extend as he walked, like an invisible net.

He only took three steps down the steps, and then stood there, his hands slightly behind his back, looking at Dongfang Lingwei and the others with gloomy eyes.

"Stand down."

The masked man tilted his head slightly, condescendingly speaking to Ling Yue and the remnant sun, his voice had always been flat, but with a chilling feeling.

It's as if if if you don't pay attention to it, your life will be gone.

"Yes, the subordinates retired."

After the two of them made a uniform movement, they both stepped back in small steps, probably to the door, and only then did they turn around and dare to leave with their backs to him.

When Ling Yue and the two left, his hand waved slightly, and a gust of wind closed the heavy hall door.

The masked man slowly withdrew his hand, caressing his fingers, and looked at the hundred carefully selected clean girls below.

He just looked at Dongfang Lingwei and the others, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, Dongfang Lingwei's heart began to drum slightly.

This man is too unfathomable to know what he wants to do, or his mind is never guessed by others, even his subordinates who are so close to him, Remnant Sun and Ling Yue, probably don't know.

"Are you afraid?"

He opened his mouth slightly, and Dongfang Ling Wei could hear a little smile in his voice.

A hundred girls have not spoken, and they still do, but they all began to shake their heads violently, meaning that they were not afraid.

"Very good, I like bold girls and I like quiet girls."

The masked man raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, Ling Yue and the remnant sun are really getting better and better.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his hand, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he saw his hand shake beautifully!

On each finger in both hands, an extremely fine filament flew out.

The ten strands that flew out immediately wrapped around the necks of the ten girls in front of him, his ten fingers tightened slightly, and Dongfang Lingwei, who was at the tip of his ear, heard the sound of something shattering, and the ten girls all raised their heads slightly at this moment.

I saw that a lot of blood began to flow from the silk on the girl's neck, which was already transparent, and slowly spread to his fingers, at least disappearing on the skin of his fingers.

It was also at this time that Dongfang Lingwei discovered that there were actually ten strands coming out of his fingers, and when they were not contaminated with the girl's blood just now, they were all transparent.