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"Hall, you have destroyed Mr. Ming Lang's jade flute. How about this one?"

Lu Yiyao's face sank. Instead of facing his problem, he looked down at the jade flute which had fallen into three pieces.

The end of the red ears fell on the floor, like a pool of blood.

The name of this flute is the setting sun.

The sun is like blood.

This is what Bo Yuheng took for it.

Clearly is a jade flute, Yingrun clear, should take a fairy gas floating name.

However, Bo Yuheng took such a decadent and pathetic name.

Ming Lang didn't understand why he wanted to give the flute such a name, but he didn't ask a word, but accepted it willingly.

He treats each other as friends and confidants.

The other side is treating him

"Or not

The light from the corner of Bo Yuheng's eyes swept the "setting sun", and his heart was slightly stagnant. It's just that the feeling is fleeting.

"How about paying, and how about not paying?"

Lu Yi's sharp lips twitch. If you listen carefully, his voice changes slightly.

Compared with his resolute attitude before, this makes Bo Yuheng think that his attitude has changed, and things may change.

"As long as you hand it in, I'll let you go."

"Leave me alone?"

Lu Yi Yao eyebrow corner a sink, eyes in the four cold.

"How about the two children with an Ge belly?"

This sound, gnashing teeth, the ending is high, with a strong hatred.

"You can regenerate later..."

Bo Yuheng said coldly.

"Beast!"

Lu Yi can't reach Lu Yi's anger. His steps move and rush to Bo Yuheng. His right hand grabbed his collar.

"King..."

Mercilessly ran over quickly, the "sharp blade" in his hand was aimed at Lu Yiyao's temple.

"Don't move."

A Ying, who did not know where he was before, suddenly "jumped out". Similarly, his "sharp weapon" was aimed at the left frontal horn of Bo Yuheng.

"Sir..."

Ali ran to Nan Huaijin and protected him.

“……”

Nan Huaijin looks at it quietly. Her doubts are getting deeper and deeper.

Is this man really Lu Yi Yao?

It's not Lu Yiyao's character at all.

But there is one person who can make him so out of control.

That's Lin ange.

Bo Yuheng sent someone to hurt the child in lin'an'ge's stomach. At the moment, I'm afraid lin'ango is also in danger.

It is understandable that Lu Yiyao is so emotional.

Just don't know why, he always has a feeling of doubt, that he is not like Lu Yiyao

"Bo Yuheng, you should not, should not, should not poison the unborn child."

Lu Yi drags Bo Yuheng's collar tightly and says angrily. In his eyes, there was a bright red blood.

"Lu Yiyao, you let me go

Bo Yuheng's fierce eyes gradually became sinister, and his whole face was covered with Tengteng anger.

"Let go? Ah... "

Lu Yiyao's finger bones are rustling and Bo Yuheng's neck is deeply lacerated. Breathing, seems to be a little blocked.

"Let go

The blade in merciless hands has reached Lu Yiyao's temple.

“……”

A shadow saw, also aimed at Bo Yuheng's forehead.

"Lu Yi Yao, let go

Bo Yuheng felt fear for the first time. It seems that he underestimated Lu Yiyao and underestimated that he would be so lethargic.

For the sake of Lin Ango and Lin Yanyan, he should not be so reckless, should he?

"No way."

Lu Yi Yao pulls Bo Yuheng's collar closer and tighter. The white of the knuckle is particularly frightening.

"Let go

The blade in the merciless hand stabbed Lu Yiyao's temple, and the red blood came out.

“……”

A Ying saw this and her facial features twitched. Palm a tight, Bo Yuheng's forehead is also covered with frightening blood beads.

When Nan Huaijin sees Lu Yiyao, she is desperate to find Bo Yuheng. Her heart trembles and persuades her in a low voice.

"Yi Yao, don't be impulsive."

"Yes, young master Lu, if you have anything, you can sit down and have a good talk..."

Fu Qinglun spoke nervously.

Even if Bo Yuheng sent a lot of people to come here, no one can save him like this.

As long as Lu Yi does not let go, the sharp blade in a Ying's hand will pierce into Bo Yuheng's forehead.

Neither Lu Yiyao nor Bo Yuheng can survive.

"I have nothing to talk to him about."

Lu Yi Yao Jue Dao."Yi Yao, think about Ango and Yan Yan. He's the devil. He's supposed to fall into hell, but you shouldn't? "

Nan Huaijin sees Lu Yiyao as if she wants to die with Bo Yuheng, and her heart "bangs" very high.

Things are still out of control.

Out of control to the point where he could do nothing.

"Two halls, as long as I can drag the devil to hell, I will die without regret."

Lu Yiyao still does not let go, and the other hand also pulls up.

"Let go of the king..."

Mercilessly gritted his teeth and said that the sharp blade in his hand had already pierced the muscle and bone of Lu Yi Yao. The more blood seeps, lie down your cheek.

In the same way, the strength of a Ying's hands also increased.

Bo Yuheng's face also appeared red blood stains.

I can't move my neck. I can't breathe. I feel more and more obstructed. This is the face, a piece of iron green.

If it goes on like this, both of them will die.

Nan Huaijin opens her mouth again. Her voice is hoarse and her eyes are desolate.

"It's not worth it..."

"Young Master Lu, don't be impulsive. If you have something to say..."

Fu Qinglun leaned over again.

Timothy didn't know where he had gone. He came here now.

"President..."

"Lu Yi Yao, let go

The cold pupil of Bo Yuheng, whose breath is not smooth, has become a slit. The narrow pupil twinkles with cold light, like thousands of sharp arrows straight to the land wing.

Lu Yiyao's cold face is tight and her lips are red.

He looked at Bo Yuheng, whose face was getting more and more green. He hooked his lips and sneered.

"Hall, are you afraid?"

"Lu Yi Yao, let go

Bo Yuheng accentuated his tone.

"No way!"

Lu Yi yaomou light again tightens, icy return way.

"Lu Yiyao, you really don't know the height of the earth?"

Bo Yuheng spoke coldly.

In an instant, his right hand, which had been hanging down, suddenly recoiled and seized Lu Yiyao's neck.

The speed is so fast that the land wing can't avoid it.

"Bo Yuheng, let go

Nan Huaijin's heart was shocked and yelled at Bo Yuheng.

The reason why Bo Yuheng was able to sit in his present position is not only because of his skillful skills and thunderous methods, but also because he has "super abilities" that no one else has.

For example, his "attack technique.".

As fast as lightning, it is impossible to prevent.

Nan Huaijin was so nervous just now that she forgot to remind Lu Yiyao.

Bo Yuheng didn't care that his forehead was cut by a Ying's "sharp weapon". The eagle Falcon's eyes were fixed on Lu Yiyao's sharp, angular face. His fingerbones exerted a little bit of force, like an eagle's claw. The more he pinched, the tighter he was.

"Lu Yi Yao, you are too young."

Bo Yuheng's lips are slightly crooked, and his face is so tight that it is deformed.

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