Rong Lan let go of Qin Chu, looking as if he was crazy. His dark eyes turned blood red, like a fire burning, and the ringing sounded densely, but the two sword masters did not show any pain at all.

Wushuang Sword: Master, leave him quickly.

It was the first time Qin Chu heard such a frightening sound from Wushuang Sword.

Rong Lan's appearance became very terrifying. His flesh and blood seemed to be melting, and his eyes were as red as a wild beast. A huge black flower suddenly bloomed on the right side of his face. The flower was like a vine, heading toward his face.

It spreads around the neck and instantly fills up the neck.

Qin Chu was shocked, "Rong Lan..."

He looked so terrifying... His facial features were extremely distorted, as if he was resisting some kind of pain. A laughing voice, innocence sounded in his mind, "Kill her, kill her, and this pain will be over...

"

Wushuang Sword: Master, leave quickly, he is controlled by the Witch God.

Qin Chu was stubbornly unwilling to leave, so Rong Lan let out a sad and angry roar, "Ah... stop, stop."

Like the roar of a wild beast.

His soul is being torn apart.

The flowers on the face are getting richer and thicker, full of black deathly aura.

Qin Chu was shaken away more than ten meters, got up again, and ran towards Rong Lan, "Rong Lan..."

Wushuang Sword: Stupid master, leave quickly, you will die.

Wushuangjian yelled at Qin Chu to leave for the first time.

Kill her, she betrayed you, she abandoned you, the person you hate the most is her, kill her, your pain will be over.

Qin Chu ran to Rong Lan. Rong Lan was already crazy. He covered his head and didn't know who he was confronting. That face was very scary. It was perfect on one side and like a devil on the other. Qin Chu's heart was pierced by thousands of arrows.

Wushuang, how can I bear to leave when he becomes like this.

Qin Chu knelt down and hugged Rong Lan tightly. The ringing became more intense. Qin Chu knew that this was a way to control people. She looked at the two indifferent sword masters angrily.

Rong Lan lowered his head and bit her shoulder tightly, like a vampire.

The teeth penetrated the bone.

He tasted blood.

When she turned her head to one side, she could see the terrifying black flowers on his neck.

Evil, sin.

It covered his neck and face.

Qin Chu slowly hummed the song he had just been taught, the waltz he had just learned and which he liked very much.

Rong Lan, don't pay attention to it, it can grab your soul.

Come and listen to our song.

This is our song, do you hear it?

The world is full of sad songs.

Even the bright moon dimmed a bit.

Wushuang Sword: My master, this is the art of soul-stirring. No matter what you say or what you sing, he will not be able to hear it. If he continues to resist and is unwilling to surrender, he will explode and die.

Wushuang Sword: Master, give up, he wants to kill you.

Qin Chu: No, this is not him.

She stubbornly hummed the song over and over again, slowly stroking his hair with her hands. Rong Lan was twisted in pain, and the innocent voice in her mind kept saying, kill her.

Kill her and your pain will be over.

Kill her.

Rong Lan's soul was resisting and roaring.

No, he won't kill her.

no way!

This is his girl, his girl.

Chuchu, go quickly, go quickly!
Chapter completed!