C685 You Can't Kill Me

Ye Luo's expression was ice-cold. She was no longer the little girl who was almost tortured to death by the illness.

"How reckless."

Ye Luo's slender arms were raised horizontally, her ten fingers as white as spring onion.

A fatal killing intent appeared amidst the tranquility. Countless invisible threads covered the surroundings like an impenetrable net