"Do you think you are great? You think you can kill me, so stop wishing. A coward like you will never even think of laying a finger on me for the rest of your life."
Luo Ling clenched her teeth sarcastically and looked at Yuwen Haoyu, her cold eyes sweeping across his face.
The dagger in Yuwen Haoyu's hand began to tremble. He had never been so angry. He looked at the woman in front of him. She was still as ruthless, brutal and bloody:
"Let me ask you one last time, did you kill Haoxuan?"
Luo Ling glanced at Yuwen Haoyu disdainfully. She didn't even bother to answer this question. She glanced at Yuwen Haoyu coldly: "So what if it's me, so what if it's not me?"
Yuwen Haoyu clenched the dagger in his hand and looked back at Haoxuan's body. Haoxuan was lying on the ground expressionlessly, with no color on his face. He would never follow him again, never again.
Coming back to life, Yuwen Haoyu looked at the woman in front of him. This woman made him hate him so much that he went crazy.
Yuwen Haoyu suddenly grabbed Luo Ling's shoulder. He wanted to stab her chest with a knife, but he couldn't. She was Luo Ling and Zui Xiaoyao.
"Ah..." Luo Ling yelled. She didn't expect that Yuwen Haoyu actually stabbed herself.
Why did Yuwen Haoyu do this?
"This knife... all the affection between us, whether it is what you owe me... or what I owe you... is completely... completely ended."
Yuwen Haoyu looked down at the blood at his feet. His blood flowed out from his abdomen along the dagger, and fell low to the ground.
At this moment, his heart has completely returned to peace. The pain in his abdomen is nothing. There is nothing more unbearable than the pain in his heart. Luo Ling, himself and her, have no ending at all. Everything is over, it is over.
This knife completely ended the relationship between them.
Luo Ling stared at Yuwen Haoyu in front of him. All this is over. His sword was struck so decisively without any hesitation. Yuwen Haoyu, all this is over?
Yuwen Haoyu fainted and fell in the main hall of Hongye Palace.
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Luo Ling was practicing alone, and she couldn't calm down for a long time. Yuwen Haoyu, self-harm? Who do you think you are? Is self-harm your capital?
Do you think that self-mutilation can shake your heart? It's impossible. Luo Ling smiled coldly and thought about things while practicing the Jade Goddess Kung Fu.
"If you practice the Jade Goddess Kung Fu with other things in mind, you will go crazy."
Suddenly a little girl appeared from behind Luo Ling. The little girl looked like a teenager, but like a little adult, she spoke to Luo Ling seriously.
"Who are you?" Luo Ling looked at the little girl up and down and saw that there was nothing strange about her, but why did she appear in the practice room?
"Be careful, don't talk during practice." The little girl put her hands on her hips and looked at Luo Ling with an accusing look on her face.
Luo Ling was disdainful and ignored the little girl, focusing on her own practice. The little girl slapped Luo Ling on the shoulder, seemingly trying to lose her energy.
"What are you doing?" Luo Ling exclaimed, trying to turn sideways to avoid the little girl's palm, but felt unable to move. There was a flow of air flowing through his internal organs.
"Don't you practice internal strength?" The little girl looked confused: "Why do I feel the internal strength in your body? Do you just practice the Jade Goddess Skill like this?"