Gu Xuanjin felt that he was only a second or two slower, and then, a white hand shuttled in front of his eyes, and then, it was so accurate to choke his throat!

It's obviously a weak and boneless little hand, but it can burst out with such power!

Gu Xuanjin just felt that he couldn't breathe, and there were more doubts, like words to question, all of which were forced to swallow back into his mouth.

He had never encountered anything like this that made him feel helpless.

His consciousness was a little trance-like, he just felt a little sad, just the sadness brought by his body.

He felt everything in front of him blur as the air decreased, and he didn't even understand when and under what circumstances he had put himself in such a predicament.

Obviously, he should be able to kill the person in front of him, he should hold him in his hand, and play with him at will, even Princess Yuyue should belong to him.

Instead of a stinky child who doesn't have the same hair in front of him, he looks at each other affectionately.

None of this was supposed to be like this.

These are not what he originally envisioned!

He should be able to rely on the pedal of Princess Yuyue to gain power and embark on the high road of life, instead of this small wrist, he can hold his life in his hands.

Ye Qingli smiled cruelly, and with just a slight effort, he saw the arrogant man's expression that became more distorted because of the pain.

Her eyes narrowed, and she could see very clearly that the water in her hand was flowing down the man's neck, flowing into his chest, and mixing with the sticky sweat.

"Is this what you want, the way I face you head-on?"

Ye Qingli's tone was gentle, but the strength in his hand continued unabated.

She exerted a little more strength, and the only remaining air in the man's chest seemed to be about to be squeezed dry.

His face was also as pale as if he was on the verge of death, his eyes were high and bulging, and the red blood was like a fine net, imprisoning the fear under him.

Ye Qingli seemed to smile and sighed:

"Your pain seems to be less than one-ten-thousandth of mine. Even if it's death, how can you be ...... so easily?"

Before Ye Qingli finished speaking, he felt a fierce murderous aura coming.

The sun is just right, and there is not half a breeze.

This shuttling voice can't hide from Ye Qingli, even if this voice can't be noticed by the world.

As soon as she looked back, she saw silver needles shooting at the back of her head!

No, it's not accurate enough to say that it is a silver needle, because this needle is washed and is almost invisible!

If Ye Qingli was really a galaxy-level cultivator, then this needle, no matter from which point of view, it would be impossible for her to notice.

But, it's a pity, she is no longer the original Ye Qingli!

Even if it was such a thing, how could it escape her keen senses?

She let go of the hand that was holding him by the throat and stepped back with lightning speed.

Her speed was faster than the galloping silver needle, and soon, she pulled the silver needle that was intent on killing her!

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, her gaze stayed for a moment in her eyes was just a bright spot of the hidden weapon, the spiritual power in her body floated, she flipped over, and the toes that landed on the ground quickly separated from the ground!