"Shua" for a moment, in Mo Zhuling's suddenly wide open eyes and unbelievable eyes, Luo Qingtong's sharp claw on that small meat palm suddenly appeared.
"Tear and pull" for a while. When her claws hit Mo Zhuling and tore all her strength, the claws stretched out one by one also scratched the face of the Mo Zhuling.
"Ah!"
Mo Zhuling suddenly screamed, and the whole person, together with the black fog, fell out.
She fell to the ground and felt a damp and sharp pain on her face.
At that moment, her heart was shocked, and she raised her hand and touched her face. With this touch, she found that the face of the person she attached to was all torn by sharp claws.
There were a few deep, clear scratches on her hands.
Even if Mo Zhuling didn't see the scar on her face, she could feel the deeply sunken trace and the blood in her hands.
But that was not the reason for her shock.
Because although she is attached to this high-level mainland person named Zhu Yujie, her own soul has nothing to do with each other.
It is reasonable to say that even if the other party is seriously injured, death has nothing to do with her.
She can easily pull away her soul and body, and the other party's injury is just his injury, which can't hurt her at all.
But at this meeting, under the attack of the strange little white cat opposite, Mo Zhuling felt a sharp pain from her soul.
This kind of pain, like this injury, is hurt in her body!
How is this possible?!
Can it be said that the power of the little white cat can hurt her through the body she is attached to?
No, it's impossible!
It's impossible!
Mo Zhuling stroked his face, his face panicked and scared to the extreme.
She couldn't imagine what it would be like if the injury appeared on her!
However, the more she struggled to deny, things were moving in the direction she least wanted.
The black fog in her body roared angrily, "fool, why are you still here?"
"Get out of here! Something's wrong with the little white cat!"
"It can hurt our souls. Get out of here now!"
Its voice brought some pain when it said this.
Obviously, the damage caused by the little white cat's blow is absolutely extraordinary.
It's also the carelessness of the black fog.
It never thought that a white cat that looked so insignificant could have the power to hurt its soul.
After all, even if the other party is the prohibition in the mirror array, it is not afraid.
Therefore, he didn't exert all his strength and deliberately suppressed his own strength. How can he know that he will be crushed by the other party?
Had known this, it would never give the other party the chance to hurt its soul!
If the soul is hurt, its noumenon will be hurt accordingly!
Damn it, what the hell is this white cat?!
How can there be power that can hurt its soul in this mirror array?!
The Qi in the black fog's heart was badly damaged to the extreme.
But I don't know that Luo Qingtong also enters here with the power of soul at the moment. Soul to soul can naturally hurt it!
When its voice sounded, Mo Zhuling's hope was shattered, and a sharp scream was sent out in an instant.