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Lu Yiyao felt his breathing stagnate as if there was a fire in his chest and abdomen. His face was turning redder and redder, and the veins on his forehead were popping out.

The more blood flowed, the more blood flowed.

"Lu Yiyao, with just you, you want to drag me along to hell? You're overestimating yourself. "Heh …"

Bo Yuheng's lips twitched, then he slowly pulled away with squinted eyes. The bottom of his eyes were blood-red. It was also like the red tassels hanging from the end of a jade flute.

"Bo Yuheng, let him go!"

Nan Huaijin was extremely anxious and his back was completely drenched. If this continued, within a minute, Lu Yiyao would die.

"Nan Huaijin, shut up!"

Bo Yuheng roared at him.

"Bo Yuheng, you …"

"Shut up!"

Bo Yuheng sternly interrupted Nan Huaijin when he spoke again.

"You …"

Nan Huaijin suddenly felt his vision go black and he was on the verge of collapse.

"Mister …"

A Li quickly supported him.

"Bo Yuheng, relax …"

Nan Huaijin fainted before he could finish his sentence.

"Mister... "Mister …"

A Li quickly ordered the guard to call the doctor.

Lu Yiyao wanted to turn around and look at Nan Huaijin, but he couldn't move his neck.

He could only feel the oxygen in his chest draining bit by bit. His face grew redder and redder, and the sweat on his face became thicker. However, he still didn't let go of Bo Yuheng's collar.

"Haha …"

He looked at Bo Yuheng and the corner of his mouth curled into an extremely mocking smile.

"Lu Yiyao, I'm about to see your parents, are you happy?"

Bo Yuheng glared at Lu Yiyao's unfathomable black eyes and said viciously.

Rumble …

Another clap of thunder came from the horizon.

The sky was filled with dark clouds that blocked out the bright sunlight.

The living room suddenly became dark.

The pressure was terrifyingly low.

The guard captain turned on all the lights in the living room, even though it was as bright as day, it could not suppress the heavy dark air in the room.

"Release him!"

The silent A Ying opened his mouth and whispered to Bo Yuheng. The muscles on his arms bulged.

The edge of the 'sharp weapon' had already pierced Bo Yuheng's forehead.

The droplets of blood dripped down the corner of Bo Yuheng's mouth, then he swallowed it with the tip of his tongue. As the aura of rust entered his throat, the brutality of his body became more and more excited.

His eyes were bloodthirsty.

"I'll say it again, let go!"

A Ying whispered again.

"Heh …"

Bo Yuheng let out a sneer but didn't say anything, as if he couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

"…"

He looked at Lu Yiyao coldly. The 'blade' in his hand had cut a long cut on Lu Yiyao's face.

"Wuqing!" Quickly stop! "

A Li helped Nan Huaijin lie down on the sofa and asked the three guards to protect him. Then, he walked in front of Lu Yiyao.

"A Li, you don't have the right to speak here."

Wuqing coldly replied.

"Stop right there!"

A Li wanted to make a move, but Lu Yiyao had already been firmly grabbed by Bo Yuheng, plus the 'sharp blade' in Wuqing's hand. It was likely that before he could make a move, Lu Yiyao would be completely finished.

"Cough …"

Lu Yiyao, whose face was turning more and more red, gradually lost the strength in his hands and slowly let go.

A cold smile surfaced in Bo Yuheng's deep eyes.

An arrogant and domineering smile.

"Lu Yiyao, after meeting your father, tell him that you brought this upon yourselves."

Just as Bo Yuheng finished his sentence, the 'sharp blade' in Wuqing's hand quickly flew towards the wrist that A Ying held the 'sharp weapon'.

A Ying's wrist went numb and the sharp weapon that was pressing against Bo Yuheng's forehead abruptly loosened.

The leader stood by his side.

Lu Yiyao was already at a disadvantage.

At this moment, more people rushed in from the entrance.

They were all people that Bo Yuheng had hastily transferred over.

"My lord, please give face to mister and let Young Master Lu go."

Seeing that, A Li bowed and pleaded.

At this moment, Nan Huaijin fainted and no one spoke up for Lu Yiyao anymore. A Ying and Ding Mo were also controlled by Bo Yuheng's men.

Other than the guards in the room, the rest of the people on the island were controlled by Bo Yuheng's men.

It was already clear who would win and who would lose this battle.

"…"

Bo Yuheng would not listen to Nan Huaijin's words. How could he care about A Li? The tip of his finger became even more forceful.

Lu Yiyao's brain began to feel anoxic as it slowly turned dizzy.

"My lord, if you 'deal' with Young Master Lu now, the 'A.I. Chip' would not be obtainable …"

A Li braced himself and said again.

When he mentioned 'A.I. Chip', Bo Yuheng slightly loosened his grip.

Lu Yiyao's throat was abruptly filled with a trace of fresh air, and he retracted his somewhat diverging gaze. He smiled and said to Bo Yuheng.

"Bo Yuheng, look carefully, who am I?"

He slowly raised his hands, placed them behind his ears and gently pulled them.

"You …"

This action surprised Bo Yuheng.

Face Changing Technique?

Ye Zichen frowned, and red light flashed in his bloodthirsty eyes.

Although his grip on Lu Yiyao's neck did not fully loosen, he was still shocked to the point that it loosened up a little.

"Heh …"

Lu Yiyao curled his lips, while an indescribable smile flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

His actions shocked everyone in the living room.

Suddenly, a human skin mask appeared in his hands, revealing his elegant and refined facial features.

Bo Yuheng saw the face, and suddenly let go of his neck. As he moved backwards, he was overwhelmed with shock.

"Your Majesty …"

Fu Qinglun was about to reach out to support her, but he pushed him away with his palm.

"Ming Lang?"

"Ah Heng, long time no see?"

The elegant voice was still the same as before.

"This …"

"How is this possible?"

Not to mention others, even Fu Qinglun and A Li revealed a trace of disbelief on their faces.0

This person wasn't Lu Yiyao?

"Ming Lang, how could it be you? Aren't you …"

Bo Yuheng quickly came back to his senses. He straightened his back and stood still.

"Ah Heng, it's been so long since we last met. Are you getting more and more skilled?!"

Unknowingly, a pure gold fire machine appeared in Ming Lang's hand and he lit up the human skin mask in his hand.

A ghostly blue fire rose up.

In the air, there was the scent of sandalwood.

Rumble …

The thunder came again. Big drops of rain poured down.

The unrestrained sea breeze blew in from the window, adding a moist and salty flavor to the air.

"Ming Lang? "Impossible …"

Bo Yuheng looked at that face that was almost the same as before and couldn't believe it.

His hand once again moved to Ming Lang's neck.

"Speak, who are you?"

The tip of his finger was trembling slightly.

Ming Lang smiled as he looked at the mask in his hand. The mask had turned into wisps of smoke.

"Ah Heng, it's Ming Lang. I'm back …"

Nan Huaijin, who had just woken up, was shocked when he heard this. Tilting his head, he looked at the white clothed man that was surrounded by the crowd.

"Ah Lang …"

He struggled to sit up and spoke with a shaky voice.

"A Jin, you sit, don't move."

Ming Lang turned around and smiled warmly at Nan Huaijin.

"Ah Lang, you …"

Nan Huaijin felt his heart tighten in pain. Her clear eyes, however, were rolling with excitement.

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