Mu Xueyi held the ice in her arms, her body was strange, but her speed was unusually fast, and the dagger in her hand did not hesitate to harvest human lives, without mercy.

Luo Yuchen covered behind her, and the long sword in his hand smeared blood marks on a person's neck as if it had life in his hand.

The swordsmanship is flexible and a little ethereal, and the dance is beautiful, but the swordsmanship is full of mysteries and powerful.

The two dusty white shadows were particularly dazzling in the crowd of countless people, and the people who were killed turned into black smoke and dispersed, but there was still a steady stream of people pouring towards the two, as if as long as they didn't die, they wouldn't let them go!

Mu Xueyi looked calm, kept waving the dagger in her hand, it had been half an hour, although she was not tired, but it was not a way to go on like this.

Luo Yuchen behind him transported his internal force to the saber, and with a strong wave, most of the puppeteers in front of him disappeared, but there were still many puppeteers leaning over.

Luo Yuchen clenched the sword in his hand, his breath was a little unstable, he gasped slightly, a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and some dust appeared on his originally dusty white clothes, but it still did not affect his beauty.

"Help me hold it."

Mu Xueyi handed him the ice that slept in the dark, even if it was before, now he can sleep in this situation?

But soon came back to her senses, Luo Yuchen on the side raised her head and looked at her with a slightly surprised gaze, what did she want to do?

Mu Xueyi tore off a piece of fabric from his clothes and wrapped it around his eyes.

"Why?"

Luo Yuchen frowned and asked with some puzzlement.

Mu Xueyi didn't answer, wrapped his eyes with clothes, and his cold fingertips touched him, he subconsciously closed his eyes, and his body stiffened.

"Don't rip it off."

“…… Well. ”

Luo Yuchen replied lightly, and then put down her hand, still frowning, what is she going to do?

“Game start。”

Mu Xue smiled in a low voice, full of endless coldness, like a demon's low moan, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The pupils like thick ink instantly turned blood-red, bewitching and treacherous, with a strange beauty.

Luo Yuchen didn't know what was going on because he was blindfolded, and he didn't even move.

I wanted to remove it, but when I thought that she said don't tear it off, I didn't pull it, but just asked tentatively.

When I heard her answer, I was relieved.

When the illusion was shattered, Mu Xueyi unveiled the fabric.