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Chapter 125: Perfect Finish

Chapter 125 Perfect Ending

Liu Qingzhi glanced at Marsali who had fainted on the ground, and drew out the blood-red ice blade without any expression.

The ice blade quickly melted into water in his hand, then slowly fell to the ground, making a slight ticking sound, which was extremely clear in the entire elevator space.

At this moment, Xie Er's voice suddenly sounded from behind Liu Qingzhi: "What did you do to her?"

The voice was not one of accusation, nor was there a trace of sympathy or worry. Instead, it was more of a curiosity, an excitement, and an eagerness as if to step into a new territory.

Liu Qingzhi ignored Shell. He stood where he was, integrating the spiritual powers he had plundered from Marsali with this body and his own soul.

Different from the time when Liu Qingzhi first came to this world, now, his soul has completely adapted to this world, and the degree of compatibility with this body has reached 100%, so when merging, both the speed and time will be slowed down a lot.

Seeing that Liu Qingzhi didn't say anything, Xie Er didn't rush either.

He stared at Liu Qingzhi for two seconds, then took a step forward and walked to the sleeping Marshali.

He first observed Marshall's expression, and then, as if to see more clearly, he squatted down and put his face closer to Marshall.

Liu Qingzhi had just used an ice blade to pierce directly into Marshall's head. The tip of the ice blade was very thin and sharp like a long needle. He controlled the strength and accuracy and did not leave any obvious wounds on Marshall's brain.

If it weren't for the blood flowing out of the wound, making Marshall's hair a bit wet and sticky, one could not tell with the naked eye that Marshall's head had suffered a direct impact on her brain nerves not long ago.

Shell took out two disposable gloves from the pocket of his white coat. After he put the gloves on his hands tightly, he took the next step.

He held Marsali's face, tilted her head to the side, and then gently lifted the hair around the wound on the right side of her head.

The pure white gloves were stained with a few traces of scarlet in that instant.

Shell didn't care about the blood on his fingertips, and his eyes were focused on the wound which was only slightly larger than a pinhole.

Marsali's heart was still beating, and even though she was asleep, she was still breathing.

It is obvious that the other party did not kill him.

But compared to who died of Marshall, Shell was more concerned about the fact that he had asked the young man that question.

What on earth did the other party do to her?

Thinking of this, Shell asked again.

This time, he raised his voice a bit, and while speaking, he turned around and looked at Liu Qingzhi who was not far away.

At this moment, one of them was standing and the other was squatting.

From Shell's angle, he could clearly see Liu Qingzhi's smooth and thin chin. Under the skin as pale as ice and snow, when the light fell on it, even the tiny hairs could be seen in the eyes.

It was also at this time that Shell, who was good at observation and analysis, discovered that the young man's eyes did not seem to have a definite focus.

Although the aura around him did not change, his overall state did not seem to be in the state of concentration that he should have.

The other person's thoughts seemed to be moving slowly and rhythmically. The dark eyes beneath his eyelashes were calm, and beneath the condensed frost, they were a little too calm.