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Xu is Bo Yuheng and Nan Huaijin. They haven't been like this for a long time. They don't talk and listen to a song together.

For a time, Nan Huaijin was not used to it.

The heartstrings are tightened and all anger is suppressed. No one is more tolerant than he is.

In the air, the fragrance of orchid is floating.

If you can, Nan Huaijin wants to go back to the most beautiful youth 30 years ago.

He, Bo Yuheng and Minglang.

Drinking, talking, enjoying the moon, listening to music

Everything is so beautiful.

However, such a time is gone forever, as the song "no return" always has this moment.

The flute stops.

Lu Yiyao still didn't look back, holding the jade flute in his right hand and dropping it slowly.

The sun fell, and his whole body was covered with a layer of bright gold. It is full of light and noble spirit.

Pa

Behind him came a clear applause.

Lu Yiyao's body moved slightly, turned his head, and was about to open his mouth to Nan Huaijin when he suddenly found that he was not the one who applauded.

He slowly turned around, just like the sea wave standing on the reef.

Bo Yuheng's tight face fell into his ink pupil. His deep narrow eyes shrank for a moment, and his eyebrow was slightly raised, and his thin lips opened.

"The hall..."

"I can't believe that young master Lu is so versatile. What a pity, a pity, a pity! "

Bo Yuheng said three "pities" in succession. The smile in the corner of his mouth was inexplicable.

Nan Huaijin has already understood what Bo Yuheng said.

He wants Lu Yiyao's life.

"What a pity?"

Who knows, Lu Yiyao didn't seem to understand. Turning around and standing upright, the tall figure is more graceful in the floating of light and shadow.

"What a pity, Master Lu. You know it in your heart."

With a cold smile, Bo Yuheng went to the sofa and sat down.

"I don't understand. Please make it clear."

Lu Yi Yao's cold lips gently pursed and a cold light glided across the bottom of her eyes.

He is still standing, the jade flute in his hand is emitting a clear light.

In the air, the fragrance floats.

"Master Lu, do you want the second hall to explain to you?"

Bo Yuheng raised his eyebrows and gave him a cold look. The voice was cold and straight.

"King, I dare not guess your mind."

Nanhuaijin, who is drinking tea leisurely, drinks all the tea in the celadon teacup. She turns the teacup slowly and says in a mellow voice.

"Oh, really?"

Bo Yuheng's eyebrows sank and asked in a cold voice.

“……”

Nan Huaijin laughs with light clouds and gentle breeze.

"Hall, don't embarrass Mr. Nan. Although you are one of your compatriots, it's hard to know. If the gentleman could understand you, he would not have been in this situation? "

Lu Yiyao strides to the opposite of Bo Yuheng and sits down.

Nan Huaijin's face is light, but her heart is very comfortable. This land wing is far away. It's insinuating. I dare to say that.

"Master Lu, are you fighting for him?"

Bo Yuheng is sitting in a critical position, and his eyes are fierce.

"Fight against injustice?"

Lu Yi Yao has a cold smile in his mouth. After a pause, he said again.

"I dare not..."

"No? I think you're clearly complaining for him? "

Bo Yuheng's tone has been aggravated a lot, with anger lingering at the bottom of his eyes.

"Hall, if you have to say that, what else can I say?"

Lu Yiyao looks at him, jade flute is still holding on his right hand, gently tapping the palm of his left hand.

"Lu Yiyao, talk less. I'm here today for that. "

Bo Yuheng's face had a trace of impatience, and his fierce eyes were full of heavy evil spirit.

"Hall, even if you hurt me again, I still say that..."

Lu Yi pauses and turns up the volume.

"No!"

Lu Yiyao's unfathomable ink pupil suddenly tightened, his face was cold and stern, and his words were cold and firm.

"If you don't give it, you have to give it!"

Bo Yuheng's anger in his heart was completely aroused, and denounced Lu Yiyao.

Nan Huaijin is just about to open his mouth, but Lu Yiyao answers Bo Yuheng's anger.

"Hall, who do you think you are?"

Words, is a mockery.

Nan Huaijin's heart sank and her eyes showed a faint worry.

Lu Yiyao so contending with each other, seems to ignore life and death.

Since Bo Yuheng has come, he must have laid heavy troops on the periphery. Even if he and Gu Liancheng are two people, I'm afraid they can't keep Lu Yiyao."Who do you think I am?"

Bo Yuheng didn't expect that Lu Yiyao was so bold that he dared to speak to him in such an arrogant tone.

The anger was even greater.

In the deep eyes, there are sparks jumping.

"Hall, ask yourself, who are you?"

Lu Yiyao retorts.

"You..."

Bo Yuheng was so angry that he almost vomited blood. His anger burned his internal organs and his breath was hot.

"Well, Yiyao. Have a cup of tea to quench the fire. Say something. "

Nanhuaijin, who has been watching for a long time, finally makes a sound and takes up the teapot and pours a cup of tea to Lu Yiyao. Then, he poured a cup to Bo Yuheng.

"You too..."

"Lu Yiyao, if I hadn't seen Lin ange's face, I would have asked you to see your parents..."

Bo Yuheng Sen's cold eyes directly pass by Nan Huaijin and shoot straight at the land wing.

Such cruel words make Nan Huaijin unable to control her anger.

"How can you say that?"

"Why, you are heartbroken. Nan Huaijin, be sober. He is not your son. His father is mu Chuhan. "

Bo Yuheng's words are piercing, like a sharp knife gouging out Nan Huaijin's heart.

Nan Huaijin's face sank and her elegant eyes became cool and thin.

"Hall, why are you so sarcastic about Mr. Nan?"

Lu Yiyao, in front of Nan Huaijin, returns.

"You are my wife's own father, but what have you done to her?"

"Ah..."

Nan Huaijin really knows Lu Yiyao today. His strength is not under Bo Yuheng. He didn't talk. He just folded his legs. The whole person looks like watching a play.

"Hall, no one with conscience will do so by himself, and you have really refreshed my three outlooks..."

Lu Yiyao is neither humble nor arrogant, and continues.

He so dare to say, but also refresh the understanding of Nan Huaijin to him.

Lu Yiyao is strong and domineering. Jun Linchuan has to give him some face. Unexpectedly, in the face of fierce and despotic Bo Yuheng, he did not have a trace of fear.

Worthy of being mu Chuhan's son, he is born with pride and iron.

"Conscience? Ah... "

Bo Yuheng gave a cold smile, his eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes like a sharp blade flew away towards the opposite land wing.

"Lu Yiyao, you talk to me about conscience. Is that ridiculous? "

"It's you who are ridiculous!"

Lu Yiyao's tone suddenly increased. The jade flute in his hand became tighter and tighter, and the blue veins on the back of his palm floated.

The red ears at the end of the jade flute were shaking like residual blood.

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