Chapter 1491: 0 People Beheaded!

Light and shadow intertwined beside Yuan Qinglian with Lu Jiuque's movements, and life and death passed by Yuan Qinglian again and again with Lu Jiuque's black knife.

The successive fear and shock made Yuan Qinglian's thin lips slightly open and close, as if he was muttering something, and if he listened carefully, he could learn a thing or two.

"How is this possible... how is this possible..."

"How is this possible... This is absolutely impossible..."

...

Yes!

How is this possible! !

Yuan Qinglian had already prepared thousands of star soul masters and asked them to ambush here just to kill Lu Jiuque!

These are thousands of star soul masters, and they are all high-level star soul masters above level five! !

Why is it that in front of Lu Jiuque, he is weaker and more vulnerable than a paper man? !

Is she dreaming? !

She must not have woken up from Lu Jiuque's nightmare...

If it wasn't a dream, how could there be such an absurd, treacherous, and incredible scene? !

As the last corpse "boomed" to the bottom, Lu Jiuque finally stopped killing. With her thin and thin body, standing in such a pool of blood, she felt a little lonely and a little gloomy.

It wasn't until she turned her head slowly and raised her cold eyes to stare at Yuan Qinglian that the latter finally regained his consciousness.

"Gulu..."

She subconsciously swallowed her saliva to relieve the tight and hot throat from fear.

She tried to control her legs, rubbed her back and backed up, but she lost her strength and fell into the thick pool of blood with a "plop".

The warm breath, sticky touch, and pungent stench made her twitch like an electric shock.

The fear and screams trapped in the throat rolled out like a torrent that had been released.

"Ahhh——Lu Jiuque! You are not human at all! You are not human at all! You are a devil!"

"Ah! Don't come here! Lu Jiuque, don't come here!"

"Damn it! Go away! Go away!"

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While crying and shouting, she crawled on her arms and legs and backed away, she was terrified, her exquisite and graceful body shook into sieves at this moment, which made her not-so-pleasant yelps sound ugly.

Lu Jiuque looked down at Yuan Qinglian like this, without a trace of expression, shook his long knife slightly, and walked towards her.

Yuan Qinglian didn't know anything at this time, all she had left was her instinct, the instinct to run away from the devil, Lu Jiuque, and the instinct to want to survive when she was extremely scared.

She turned around abruptly, wanting to stand up and run away, but her legs were as limp as tofu. In desperation, she had no choice but to crawl forward tremblingly like a dog.

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control her tears.

Drop by drop, like pearls with broken strings, a small gully was formed on her blood-splashed face, which was both ridiculous and sad.

"Wuuuuu...don't come here...uuu...don't come here..."

"Woo... Lu Jiuque... don't come here..."

...

She chanted it over and over again, as if such a spell could stop Lu Jiuque from approaching until she touched something.

At the moment of contact, Yuan Qinglian trembled violently, fearing that he might touch some corpse.

It's just that this thing still trembles and has a temperature, it's clearly a living person!

Yuan Qinglian was ecstatic, and suddenly looked up, but saw a face that she had almost forgotten...