My Formidable Beast-Controlling Consort Rules

"Ding!" There was a crisp sound.

A white sharp blade flashed past, and the white silver iron claws tightly grasped the long knife!

The Bloodthirsty Demon Vine was also entangled by the winding purple poisonous grass.

The strong wind blew away, and the beautiful young man who was still in the purple pupa arrived in front of Yun Qingyan at some point, holding a long knife with one hand.

The hands that were supposed to be as white as jade, but now they look like gloves made of sharp claws, but these gloves seem to grow directly on his hands!

The cold sharp iron claws glowed with an icy breath, making the pores tremble.

Ink purple hair dancing wildly in the strong wind, boy...oh no...

Yun Qingyan discovered that Jiang Wuya's face had matured a lot overnight!

The face originally resembled that of a beautiful boy, but now it was a bit more mature than a young man, but it was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Even his stature has increased a lot.

If he was just a weird and ghostly beautiful boy before, then at this time, he should be a young man who engraved charm in his bones. Cold charm and maturity are intertwined, gorgeous and cold, but there is a strange weirdness.

The silver mask was still covering half of his face, only showing smooth jaws, thin red lips and a pair of deep and charming purple eyes.

"Yo~" The sharp iron claws gripped the tip of the knife tightly, Jiang Wuya's cold and evil face suddenly raised an unpredictable smile, which was obviously a smile, but it made people rise from the bottom of my heart. Shabby shivering.

The deep and secluded purple eyes stared at Yun Qingyan closely, and there was almost malice and playfulness under his eyes.

He squeezed the long knife tightly, but the ghostly face suddenly approached Yun Qingyan, tilting his head slightly.

"Little cat, did you tell you that it's not good to take advantage of others~"

Yun Qingyan blinked his eyes, revealing the color of thinking, "It seems that there is...but..."

"are you human?!"

When it was too late, Yun said softly that he let go of the long knife, twisted his waist, and two thin slices appeared on his hands instantly, and he slashed towards the neck of Jiang Wuya!

Jiang Wuya's eyes flashed, and his figure suddenly moved back.

Yun lightly bullied himself up, gathered the vitality under his feet, and swept across!

Jiang Wuya did not retreat this time but instead, directly disrupted Yun Qingyan's rhythm and rushed towards her!

The silver mask reflected cold light, almost between the clouds.

If someone else is suddenly so close by the enemy, they will be shocked even if they don't retreat!

Jiang Wuya wanted to use this to force her to retreat and interrupt her fighting rhythm!

If the rhythm is disrupted, Yun lightly changes from the main attacking side to the passive side.

But how strong is Yun's psychological quality?

Seeing that Jiang Wuya was about to disrupt her fighting rhythm, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Now, he hasn't even figured out whose home court it is!

She didn't retreat but moved forward, bent her right elbow and slammed Jiang Wuya's ribs!

Jiang Wuya just wanted to resist, but Yun said lightly that he was just making a fist, and he slapped Jiang Wuya's face fiercely!

Jiang Wuya quickly tilted his head, iron claws rushed up, and tightly grasped Yun Qingyan's fisted hand, his voice was cold, with a hint of irritation.

"Kitten, don't you know if you hit someone or not?"

I have always thought that Jiang Wuya, a pervert who uses everything as a plaything, has nothing to change his face. I didn't expect...he actually...so cares about his face? !

Yun Qingyan sneered, loosened the clenched fist, turned the fist into claws, and took off the mask of Jiang Wuya——

"You can't see people wearing a mask every day. I thought you would have no face at all!"