C196

"Come back with me." He was still as tyrannical as before. This man's innate deterrence and his arrogant and conceited personality really would not change because of anyone. This was Leng Shaoyu. The selfish and cruel him.

Because he had a child, the light had once again supported Luo Shang. He had hope of living a good life, but unfortunately, the heavens had always been able to destroy her when she was dreaming about it, causing her to continue to live in endless pain and abyss.

Her pale face was facing him, and her eyes were filled with tears. Inside, there were tears piled up in her eyes, implying that she was in pain. Her eyes were also red, like a broken flower that had been baptized by a violent storm. Luo Shang felt as if her throat was on fire, she was choked with sobs, unable to speak. She wanted to clench her hands tightly, she didn't know why, but seeing him would only make her feel like she had lost her soul.

She couldn't help but mock herself in her heart. Just how ridiculous was she? She had buried him in her heart for so long.

Luo Shang laughed with tears in her eyes, her voice hoarse. You want me to go back with you, want me to continue living with a man that causes my entire family to be destroyed and my entire body to be injured. King Jin, I … "Impossible."

Luo Shang's love for him had never changed. Even if she knew that he was full of revenge against her, that he deeply loved another woman, took in a concubine, imprisoned everything, and even caused her family to be ruined, she still could not let go of her feelings towards him.

However, she wouldn't love again, wouldn't admit her heart. How could she, how could she face the man who killed her family and live a peaceful life together? That was a type of suffering that was a hundred times worse than physical torture.

Leng Shaoyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her. His heroic, sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly as he declared his arrogance, and the coldness in his eyes grew longer. Although he was angry, he seemed to be worried, and tried his best to calm down and not reveal it.

His eyes were deep and dark, and they were filled with an enchanting glare. It seemed as if his heart ached for her as he asked in a low voice, "You're still blaming me?"

To be able to destroy her family and cause her to be covered in injuries, was this a grudge she had against herself in her heart? Leng Shaoyu looked at her, unmoving.

Hearing that, Luo Shang's heart was filled with grief. Who did he think she was? Just how much endurance would he have to take in order to receive the damage he did time and again?

Had Bai Yue'e given up his hatred towards her for the Luo Family after Bai Yue'e's death? Why, what right did he have to ask her to put all this down?

Seeing her silence, Leng Shaoyu frowned, with a cold expression on his beautiful face, he said: "Regarding the matter at the north, I will give you an explanation."

"What else can your explanation change?" Luo Shang held onto the corner of her clothes, and said each word sorrowfully. They are dead. "

Her sad eyes made Leng Shaoyu's heart tighten, a look of love flashed past his eyes, he extended his hand out to touch her, and a sword appeared in front of him.

His cold eyes lowered, he slowly turned his face away from the sword and looked at the person holding it.

Tang Ao was not willing to be outdone by him. The injury from a few days ago had yet to completely heal, and now it was adding new wounds. Although his martial arts was very strong, he was still just a mortal. He barely managed to lift the heavy sword in his hand and felt like he was tied to a thousand jin iron.

He gritted his teeth as the muscles on his face twitched and protected Luo Shang. Her tall body was like an ancient tree that had been standing tall for a long time and was not unstable due to the pain.

Separated by a thin layer of cloth, the wound was probably torn open by a violent movement just now. The blood-red color slowly spread on his clothes. He patiently endured it. His hand holding the sword didn't relax at all, but it was still a bit stiff and difficult.

Tang Ao wanted to kill this man in front of his eyes countless times. If it wasn't for's mother, how could he have lost everything and fallen to the enemy?

"As long as she doesn't want to, no one can take her away. Including you. It's really my regret that I wasn't able to kill you that day. " When he was at Water Moon Restaurant, he was just a little bit away from killing the man in front of him.

Seeing him drip blood on the ground from his wrist, Leng Shaoyu could not help but sneer as he leisurely opened the fan in his hand. Not caring about anything else, he lifted his long eyelashes and gently flapped the white feathers in his hands.

He raised his thin lips in a beautiful arc and coldly ridiculed, "Oh? That's a pity. "

Tang Ao's killing intent rose, he tightened his grip on his sword boots, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced towards his chest.

"Don't —"

In the blink of an eye, she was already at the front of the sword blade, blocking right in front of Leng Shaoyu.

Tang Ao immediately retracted his hand and roared angrily: "Luo Shang, move!"

Luo Shang shook her head and looked at him with pleading eyes.

It was a fact that Luo Shang did not want him to die. After all, he was the man she loved dearly, the father of the child in her womb. If one day the child asked where her father had gone, how would she answer him? It was his mother who had personally witnessed his father's death and let him go. At that time, how could she face him again?

No matter how much Tang Ao hated him, they were still brothers. This was a reality that he would never change in his entire life.

Seeing that she did not move, Tang Ao became even more furious. If he treats you like this, are you still going to insist on protecting him? "

"I …" Just as Luo Shang wanted to explain, she was pulled into her embrace by a huge palm.

Leng Shaoyu's face had a hint of happiness, his handsome appearance becoming even more enchanting, and his mood seemed to have become much better because of the woman's actions. With a curve of his lips, he taunted: "My woman isn't protecting me, but is he protecting a cripple like you?"

Trash.

Tang Ao frowned, his killing intent became heavier and heavier as he clenched his fists.

Luo Shang struggled in his embrace, listening to his overbearing attitude and the ear-piercing sound of her words. She laughed bitterly in her heart, Leng Shaoyu, when will you understand how to respect me? A person like you will never be able to do it in your entire lifetime.

The sword pierced through Luo Shang's head, straight towards the man. Suddenly, a few iron core darts flew past, cut Tang Ao's wrist, causing the long sword to fall on the ground. Over ten guards with blades in their hands rushed in, and surrounded the man's body, and pointed the sword at him.

Both of Mo Yun's hands landed on the sides of his body and hid his darts. When he received the signal from the man in the room, he moved like a shadow and quickly entered the room. Unknowingly, he had already stretched out his hands and pulled out his sword, which was already on Tang Ao's neck.

When he had first entered this place, he had already guessed that the wangfei might be behind her after the firewood. Only when he noticed the few strands of grass that had been dyed red did he recall the mysterious killer in front of the Shuiyue Pavilion. Princess Hua-Yang was only a weak girl, so how could she possibly avoid hundreds of guards and traps? Someone must be helping her, and the person who helped her must be a martial arts expert who could shock the world with a single brilliant feat.

Thinking that Tang Ao's martial arts were above his, Mo Yun decided to take this risk and thrust his sword towards the firewood. Since he could save Princess Hua-Yang once, there would definitely be a second time. Indeed, as he expected, the heavily injured Tang Ao still managed to save Luo Shang's life.

Tang Ao, who was powerless, did not yield and instead laughed. Leng Shaoyu, you better kill me, otherwise, if I were to live, I will kill you one day as well. "

Even if he did not seek for revenge, with this man here, it would be difficult for him to take the throne. No matter what, he had to get rid of Leng Shaoyu.

"Alright, This King will help you." Leng Shaoyu sneered.

Seeing Mo Yun's impending move, Luo Shang was unable to break free from the man's arms that were wrapped around her shoulders. It was as if she knew what she wanted to do, and the more she moved, the tighter her grip became.

"Leng Shaoyu, what exactly do you want? You want everyone to die? Is that the only way to satisfy your pleasure? " Luo Shang looked at him with cold eyes.

"Princess, the Luo Family's Prince has already …" Just as Mo Yun opened his mouth, the lady spoke coldly: "When did it become your turn to speak?"

Mo Yun consciously shut his mouth.

Leng Shaoyu laughed, how long had it been since this woman left him, and she actually became so powerful? He put his arm around the woman's waist and tilted his head affectionately.

She went on: "Let him go."

"He laughed and teased me." This person wants to kill your husband. How can you let him off so easily? " After he finished speaking, he did not forget to cast a glance at Tang Ao.

Luo Shang clenched her fist tightly, it was as if she was made of ice stone, cold from the bottom of her heart all the way to her entire body. Let him go and I'll go back with you. "

Leng Shaoyu laughed softly as his large palm caressed her face. "Alright."

"Luo Shang, you can't go back with him. Don't tell me you want to take …" Tang Ao dissuaded her, and her gaze turned towards Luo Shang's lower abdomen. Have you forgotten what he did to you? "

The blade and sword were a step closer to his neck, Mo Yun's eyes revealed a sinister look, as though he would die if he continued to speak.

Luo Shang bit her lips and said to Tang Ao: "But you can't die. My whole life has been like this, you're not the same. "

He was a prince, the future king of the entire Wu Zhou.

"Luo Shang!" Tang Ao roared, being forced to the ground by five or six guards, with Mo Yun's sword still at his neck.

He watched Luo Shang leave with the man, then looked at her helpless smile. He couldn't do anything about his smile.

Anger and hatred completely converged as his fists fiercely smashed onto the ground …