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C1187

"Great Hall, you destroyed Mr. Ming Lang's jade flute, what's this supposed to be?"

Lu Yiyao's face sank. He didn't face his question directly, but lowered his eyes to look at the jade flute that was broken into three pieces.

The end of the red spike fell to the floor like a pool of blood.

The name of this flute was called — Setting Sun.

The setting sun was as red as blood.

This was what Bo Yuheng had taken for it.

It was clearly a jade flute, lustrous and clear, and should have a name with immortal qi flowing around it.

It was Bo Yuheng who gave such a decadent and sorrowful name.

Ming Lang didn't understand why he gave this flute such a name, but he didn't ask and happily accepted it.

He treated him as a friend, a confidant.

Yet the other party treated him so well …

"Lu Yiyao, tell me, are you going to hand it over or not?"

Bo Yuheng glanced at the setting sun from the corner of his eyes and his heart stopped. However, this feeling was fleeting.

"So what if we do? So what if we don't?"

Lu Yiyao's lips twitched unnoticeably. If you listened carefully, you would notice that there was a slight change in his voice.

Compared to his previous resolute attitude, his words now made Bo Yuheng think that his attitude had changed and that things might turn for the better.

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

"Let me go?"

Lu Yiyao frowned as his eyes became cold.

"What about the two children from An Ge's stomach?"

This time, he gritted his teeth and his voice rose to a crescendo, carrying with it a strong sense of hatred.

"Children, you can reproduce in the future …"

Bo Yuheng said coldly.

"Bastard!"

Lu Yiyao was so angry that he couldn't even reach Bo Yuheng. He moved his feet and rushed in front of Bo Yuheng. His right hand grabbed the man's collar.

"Your Majesty …"

Wuqing quickly ran over and aimed his' sharp blade 'at Lu Yiyao's temple.

"Don't move."

A Ying, who was somewhere before, suddenly dashed out. At the same time, the sharp weapon in his hand aimed at the left corner of Bo Yuheng's forehead.

"Mister …"

A Li hurriedly ran to Nan Huaijin to protect him.

"…"

Nan Huaijin watched without batting an eyelid, as the doubt in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Is this person really Lu Yiyao?

It was completely not Lu Yiyao's character to ignore everything.

However, there was one person that could actually make him lose control over himself like that.

That was Lin Ange.

Bo Yuheng had sent people to harm the child in Lin Ange's womb. At this moment, he was afraid that Lin Ange was also in danger.

Lu Yiyao's overreaction was understandable.

He didn't know why, but he had a feeling of confusion in his heart. He felt that he wasn't quite like Lu Yiyao …

"Bo Yuheng, you shouldn't have done this. You shouldn't have done this to the unborn child."

Lu Yiyao pulled Bo Yuheng's collar tightly and said angrily. His eyes were bloodshot.

"Lu Yiyao, let go of me!"

Bo Yuheng's vicious gaze gradually turned sinister, and his entire face was covered in a burning rage.

"Let go? "Heh …"

Lu Yiyao's finger bones made a sound, Bo Yuheng's neck had a very deep strangling mark. His breathing wasn't very smooth.

"Let go!"

The sharp blade in Wuqing's hand had already reached Lu Yiyao's temple.

"…"

When A Ying saw this, he also aimed at Bo Yuheng's forehead.

"Lu Yiyao, let go!"

This was the first time Bo Yuheng felt afraid. It seemed that he underestimated Lu Yiyao, underestimated how much he would care about his own life.

For the sake of Lin Ange and Lin Yanyan, he shouldn't be so reckless, right?

"Don't even think about it."

Lu Yiyao pulled Bo Yuheng's collar tighter and tighter, the white hue of his joints was extremely scary.

"Let go!"

The sharp blade in Wuqing's hand pierced Lu Yiyao's temple, causing bright red blood to ooze out.

"…"

Upon seeing this, A Ying's facial features twitched. Bo Yuheng's palm tightened and a terrifying bead of blood appeared on his forehead.

Nan Huaijin said in a low voice as he saw that Lu Yiyao was risking his life to fight Bo Yuheng.

"Yiyao, don't be rash."

"That's right, Young Master Lu. If you need anything, you can sit down and have a nice chat …"

Fu Qinglun said nervously.

Even though Bo Yuheng had sent many people over, no one could save him now.

As long as Lu Yiyao didn't let go, the sharp blade in A Ying's hand would pierce Bo Yuheng's forehead bit by bit.

Neither Lu Yiyao nor Bo Yuheng could survive.

"I have nothing to talk about with him."

Lu Yiyao decided.

"Yiyao, think about An Ge and Yanyan. He is a demon, he should have fallen into hell, but you shouldn't? "

Nan Huaijin's heart thumped when he saw that Lu Yiyao looked like he was going to die with Bo Yuheng.

Things were still out of control.

He could not do anything about it.

"Second Prince, as long as I can drag this demon down to hell, I will die with no regrets."

Lu Yiyao still didn't let go and his other hand also grabbed onto it.

"Let go of the king …"

The sharp blade in his hand had already pierced Lu Yiyao's bones. The more blood seeped out, the more it flowed down his cheek.

At the same time, A Ying also increased his strength by a few points.

Blood also appeared on Bo Yuheng's face.

His neck could not move, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. His cold face was ashen.

If this continued, both of them would lose their lives.

Nan Huaijin spoke again with a slightly hoarse voice and a desolate look in his eyes.

"Yiyao, it's not worth it …"

"Young Master Lu, don't be rash, let's talk properly …"

Fu Qinglun came closer.

Ding Mo, who didn't know where he went, only came over now.

"CEO..."

"Lu Yiyao, let go!"

The breathless Bo Yuheng's cold pupils turned into slits. His narrow pupils flashed with a cold light, and he shot straight towards Lu Yiyao like a million sharp arrows.

Lu Yiyao's stern face was tense, his lips were red.

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

"Grand Hall, are you afraid?"0

"Lu Yiyao, let go!"

Bo Yuheng emphasized on his tone.

"Don't even think about it!"

Lu Yiyao replied coldly as his gaze tightened once again.

"Lu Yiyao, do you really not know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is?!"

Bo Yuheng said in a cold and harsh voice.

In the blink of an eye, his right hand, which had been hanging down all this time, suddenly pounced back and grabbed Lu Yiyao's neck.

With such speed, Lu Yiyao didn't even have time to dodge.

"Bo Yuheng, let go of me!"

Nan Huaijin shouted at Bo Yuheng in shock.

The reason Bo Yuheng was able to sit in his current position, it wasn't because of his supernatural ability, which others didn't have.

For example, his' offensive technique '.

It was as fast as lightning, making it impossible to guard against.

Nan Huaijin was too nervous that he forgot to remind Lu Yiyao.

Bo Yuheng didn't care at all that his forehead had been cut by the sharp weapon in A Ying's hand. The falcon's eyes were fixed on Wu Tie's sharp and sharp face. Bo Yuheng pinched Wu Tie's fingerbone tighter and tighter like an eagle's claw.

"Lu Yiyao, you're still too young."

The corner of Bo Yuheng's mouth curled up. His cold face was so tight that it was deformed.

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