Chapter 822

Name：Love Scourge Nirvana Robbery: A Thousand Lives of Love Author：lan ya
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Since there is no love, only hate, he is willing to make hate deeper!

Revenge, a snow yesterday and today's shame, perhaps this is their fate to meet again!

It's doomed. Everything is God's will. It's already ready. God gave him a chance to take revenge. He won't miss it in his life.

Han Ming took out the red feather arrow from the arrow box and approached Rong Lu and Ning Lan step by step. "Do you remember this arrow?"

"Is this a red blood arrow? How dare you..."

Hanming was cold and said loudly and forcefully, "it seems that you remember it! By the way, how can you forget it? You were its former owner. At the beginning, you used it to deal with me! The red blood arrow will see blood when it comes out of the bow. The wound will never be better. The blood will never stop and will never die!"

Ronglu looked at the red blood arrow in Hanming's hand, and the whole person immediately became nervous, "the person you hate is me, Lan'er is innocent, your arrow just aim at me."

Hanming laughed and asked, "what? Are you afraid? Guess who my arrow will aim at?"

"Me."

"Me."

"What a pair of unfaithful adulterers * *!" Ning Lan and Rong Lu argued in unison, smashing Hanming's last reason. He won't let her die, he won't let them die together! Wouldn't it be too cheap for them to let her die?

Ning Lan looked at gler and others behind her, looked at the murderous Yelv Hanming, lowered her voice and said to Rong Lu, "second brother, with my martial arts, even if you escape, you will still be caught. Go first."

Ronglu shook his head and said, "Lan'er, if you want to go together, the second brother will not leave you." once, if he left her, maybe there would be no later things!

Han Ming said again, "I can give you a choice. I can let one of you go if one of you is willing to commit suicide!" Han Ming made a gesture, and all the archers pulled up their bows and arrows together and aimed at Ronglu and ninglan.

"Yan Shang, I owe you to Xiang Tianyu. These have nothing to do with Mohe."

"Irrelevant? Is it irrelevant? No one knows better than me!"

Ning Lan looked at Rong Lu and Han Ming puzzled. "Mohe? Second brother, what are you talking about?"