Princess Against the World

When Xin Qi'er grabbed her, Ling Luoyu's wrist dodged, and she instantly caught the soul blade.

At the same time, Ding Ziling seemed to have found an opportunity and quickly retreated.

But before Xin Qi'er could react, the soul blade suddenly chased Ding Ziling forward.

From the surface, it looked like Xin Qi'er was chasing Ding Ziling with a soul blade.

"sister……"

Ding Ziling's originally relaxed heart was lifted again, and he looked at Xin Qi'er as if he had seen a ghost, hiding even more embarrassedly.

Xin Qier couldn't care less about Ding Ziling's expression at this time, and she was even more frightened.

There seemed to be a strong suction force on the soul blade, sucking her hand. Even though she tried hard to break free, she still couldn't shake it off.

What was even more frightening was that in the blink of an eye, the soul blade was already attached to Ding Ziling's chest.

"Ziling..."

She screamed in horror, watching helplessly as the soul blade pierced Ding Ziling's clothes, but she was unable to do anything.

Ding Ziling had no time to scream.

He watched desperately as the Soul Blade entered his body, feeling the stinging pain.

On the other side, a smile appeared on Ling Luoyu's lips, and he held his fingertips in the air.

"Buzz!"

Soul Blade suddenly paused.

Ding Ziling's body also fell out in an instant, and he landed awkwardly.

Xin Qi'er stood there with a pale face, holding the soul blade in her hand.

The sharp edge of the soul blade was stained with blood.

"Ziling..."

She tried to break free.

The suction on the soul blade also disappeared in an instant.

Xin Qi'er let go of it as if she had seen a ghost, looked at it in shock, then looked at her own hand, then she thought of Ding Ziling and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Ziling..."

Ding Ziling was lying on the ground, looking like he was about to cry but had no tears.

"Sister...you are crazy...why do you want to kill me..."

"I...that's not me...it's that sword..."

Before Xin Qi'er could finish her words, she noticed a hint of killing intent approaching from behind.

As she turned around in horror, the coldness of the soul blade suddenly touched her cheek, scaring her so much that she dared not move.

Ling Luoyu was still standing not far away, as if it had nothing to do with him.

The soul blade was suspended in the void, and its sharp edge was close to her cheek.

She tried to hide to one side, but the soul blade still clung to her.

"What?? Miss Xin hasn't realized yet...does this sword like you?!"

Ling Luoyu's mocking voice paused and came leisurely.

"And what it likes most is the girl's face..."

Xin Qier: "..."

If she believed Ling Luoyu's words, she would be possessed! !

This sword must be controlled by her.

"what are you up to?"

She glanced sideways at the coldness of the soul blade.

The murderous brutality it revealed flowed along her skin and entered her heart and soul bit by bit, making her heart tremble inexplicably.

"Miss Xin, why are you so nervous? I just want to tell the girl...this sword likes you very much..."

"Really? But I don't like it..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it. What matters is that it likes you..."

Ling Luoyu paused in front of Xin Qi'er, turned around slightly, and seemed to be smiling, with a hint of amusement on his lips.

"I especially like your face..."

Xin Qier understood instantly: "You...are you threatening me?"

The soul blade liked her face, so it stuck close to her, and the danger followed.

Ling Luoyu took advantage of Soul Blade and threatened to destroy her appearance.

"You...you want to ruin my face..."