"You hurt Yun'er like this, and you are embarrassed to laugh at it, today I will let you feel for yourself what you have done to Yun'er" Leng Lingyun's silence and ridicule at this time fell in Mo Jianqing's eyes, and obviously became evidence of her unrepentance, so after Mo Jianqing said this coldly, he didn't know where to take out a sharp dagger with a cold light and stab it towards his heart.
When Leng Lingyun saw this scene, his heart suddenly lifted, his face showed a look of worry, and he subconsciously exclaimed, "What are you doing, stop it?"
But the movements of Mo Jianqing's subordinates did not stagnate in the slightest because of Leng Lingyun's words.
"Hmm" After listening to a muffled snort, Mo Jianqing smiled coldly, and said to Leng Lingyun a little weakly, "Heh, do you still want to pretend to care about me to deceive me into sympathy and trust in you, it seems that you should have guessed what I was going to do next, so you are afraid, right?
But no matter what you say, I won't believe you anymore, a vicious woman like you, if the Soul Gathering Nail stays on you for a second, I feel that it is an insult to the demon clan's holy relics, and you don't deserve it at all."
As the words fell, his hands formed a complex mudra and words were muttered in his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, I saw him spit out bright gold words from his mouth, slowly guiding the red blood on his chest to be suspended in the air, and gradually condensed into an extremely thin blood line, and then as if he was alive, he obeyed the order and went straight to Leng Lingyun's lower abdomen.
"Hmm" A sharp stinging pain came, and Leng Lingyun snorted.
At this time, although she was suffering from endless pain, there was a calm in her eyes, as if she was a dying person who had lost interest in anything, and there was a faint sense of despair.
If you look closely, you can still see a deeply hidden smile in her eyes, which is full of ridicule and mockery of herself.
It's not worthy, in just two days, this is the second time I've heard this word, and the people who held themselves in the palm of their hands one by one before have denied themselves one after another at this time, just because of the same face, how ironic At this time, Leng Lingyun wanted to laugh, but the pain of the flesh and blood being peeled away in her lower abdomen made her unable to even gather the strength to pull the corners of her mouth.
Leng Lingyun lowered his head slightly, coldly watching his dantian being penetrated by that trace of blood, and pulling something out of it, his pupils dilated suddenly, It's the Soul Gathering Spike Does it hurt, does it hurt, at this moment, Leng Lingyun smiled bitterly in his heart.
I thought I was mentally prepared, but it wasn't until this moment that I realized that what I had endured was far from enough.
It turns out that not only love will hurt people, but also the family affection that I have been longing for, and now I understand that as long as I have paid sincerely, it will hurt when I am shocked back to myself, and it is even magnified a thousand times or a hundred times Now it seems that the former self is undoubtedly a joke.
Leng Lingyun's thoughts only lasted for a moment, and her eyes slowly dimmed, at this time, her consciousness was withdrawing little by little, and there was a voice in her heart that was constantly admonishing and reassuring herself.
Pay it back, give it back to them, it's originally something in the vein of their demon clan, so that it can be completely broken, and there is no more involvement in death, it's good: