The mysterious woman who took Su Yunran away back then seemed to appear out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

But it really happened.

Seeing Su Yunran's innocent face and shallow smile, Xiyu couldn't help but get angry and gritted his teeth for a while.

She is the most cheating person, why is she still that innocent and innocent expression?

Now poor thing, it's obviously him, okay?

Judging from the current situation, there is almost no possibility that he will be able to get out.

What is more important now is to send this news back, so that the door owner can be careful, and don't be deceived by Su Yunran's harmless appearance again.

Just as he was thinking about it, Su Yunran's cool voice came from the shadow: "It seems that the Holy Snow Gate has been too peaceful recently, so that you can't figure out who should do it and who shouldn't." ”

Xiyu raised his head, squinted slightly, and looked at Su Yunran, who changed his face in an instant.

Su Yunran glanced at Xiyu obliquely, his face was serious, with a momentum that could not be ignored, and his eyes were piercing, "It's okay." ”

"Let's start with you."

After speaking, before Xiyu could react, Su Yunran stretched out his slender and white little hand, and in a few light strokes, spiritual power splashed.

Suddenly, the air froze, and the whole space became extremely heavy, obviously still in the mountains, but Xiyu could no longer feel the cold of the mountain wind, and could not hear the low bird song.

It's as if I'm completely isolated from this world.

Su Yunran, who was not far away, stood on tiptoe on his right foot, standing in the air, the green silk was raised, the white streamers on the cloak fluttered in the wind, and the mysterious dark lines were faintly visible, showing the majesty and nobility that could not be desecrated.

Feeling Xiyu's fierce gaze, Su Yunran raised his eyes and glanced at Xiyu, as if he was smiling but not smiling, and the meaning was unknown.

Xiyu's heart jumped, and he immediately looked around.

Then he saw the people he had brought, one after another, exploding in mid-air, and the blood mist was filled with blood and flesh scattered.

It seemed that nothing had imprisoned them, but they were locked in the air and slaughtered;

Obviously, there was no attack, but they were like this, they exploded one by one, and there were not even all the corpses, only the red and scattered blood.

Scattered stumps were piled on the ground, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

The most terrifying thing is that he didn't hear any sound during the whole process.

Obviously, the expressions of his companions were so painful, but Xiyu just couldn't hear anything, not even the slightest rumor.

In this way, he was imprisoned in mid-air, watching his companions lose their lives one by one in a very tragic manner.

You can't hear screams, you can't hear cries of pain, you can't hear the sound of broken flesh and blood.

Nothing can be heard.

Some of them just had extremely painful and hideous expressions.

And that, a piece of blood.

Extremely tragic.

And Su Yunran, from beginning to end, was indifferent, and Gu Jingwubo's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, with the indifference of seeing the cold of the world.

It's as if this tragic bloodstain has nothing to do with her.

In everything, she was always a bystander.

Xiyu looked at Su Yunran, who had a delicate face and a light expression, and suddenly shook his head helplessly.

I didn't expect that this Seventh Lady's methods would be so vicious.

"Next."

Su Yunran's cold voice came, Xiyu came back to his senses, his hands clenched into fists, and secretly pinched a trick, and after a while, he slowly closed his eyes, his face was calm and extremely peaceful.

Su Yunran squinted, raised his thin eyebrows, and his pale thin lips hooked a cool arc, and snorted coldly.

At that moment, Xiyu only felt a headache, sharp spiritual power pierced from all over his body, and the extreme pain spread rapidly, penetrating into the depths of the bone marrow, and even his heart was torn apart.

The soul seemed to be burning, as if something was being gradually withdrawn from the body.

Xiyu bit his lower lip stubbornly, trying not to make a sound, his originally white face quickly turned red, and blood tendons burst out on his forehead, which was obviously bulging, and his appearance was extremely terrifying.

Looking at Xiyu like this, Su Yunran's face was indifferent, his voice was still calm, and he slowly spoke, "I advise you to think less, after all, ······"

Su Yunran paused, another seal in his hand, and continued: "I have seen a lot of such old-fashioned methods. ”