"What are you doing here?" Yuwen Haoyu stared at Luo Ling, his eyes full of cruelty.
"What does it have to do with you?" Luo Ling just acted according to the plan and led him out, and did not want to say anything more to him.
Yuwen Haoyu looked at Luo Ling in front of him, and remembered that day, at the Hongye Palace, the moment he waved the knife, he glared at her fiercely: "Did you deliver it to your door by yourself? You can save me from looking for it in Xiaoyao Pavilion.
you."
Luo Ling sneered, Yuwen Haoyu, who delivered it to him: "Who delivered it to him? What are you doing in Tang Sect?"
Yuwen Haoyu smiled coldly and said, "Where is my king of a country who wants to go? Do you still have to report to you?"
Yuwen Haoyu glared at Luo Ling fiercely: "Zui Xiaoyao, do you have to calculate the responsibilities between you and me?"
Luo Ling snorted and glanced at him disdainfully: "I don't think there is anything to say between us anymore. I don't have time to bother you."
Luo Ling wanted to leave, but Yuwen Haoyu grabbed her: "I will not let you go about Haoxuan's affairs."
Luo Ling thought of that day at Hongye Palace, the moment when Yuwen Haoyu waved his sword, everything was destined to be written off between them.
"I don't want to bother you," Luo Ling glared at Yuwen Haoyu fiercely: "I don't bother."
Luo Ling looked at him word by word and said. His eyes were full of cruelty. Yuwen Haoyu held her hand tightly, covered his lips, and kissed her fiercely.
Luo Ling was shocked and subconsciously wanted to push him away, but his hands were firmly grasped by him. He surrounded himself with great strength. His tongue greedily swallowed her. Luo Ling was shocked.
But he still pushed him away.
How could he allow this? He has done so many things that hurt him, so why should he forgive her? His lips have been kissed by many women.
"I thought I would hate you very much," Yuwen Haoyu laughed at himself: "But unexpectedly, when I returned to the palace, I found that I could not hate you at all. I really have no choice, Ling'er, you
Tell me, what should I do?" Yuwen Haoyu seemed to beg, and he couldn't hate her at all.
"Loving me is the greatest cruelty to you." Luo Ling looked at him lightly and said expressionlessly. Loving her is the greatest cruelty and irony for an emperor.
After Luo Ling said that, he walked away from him. Yuwen Haoyu looked at her back and called her: "Ling'er, tell me, have you ever loved me?"
Luo Ling stopped. She couldn't answer his question. She remembered all the past, but now it seems that she could not answer: "No, never, you have given up."
Luo Ling said it decisively, and she turned around and left without looking back. She suddenly felt a little nervous, but there was no expression on her face.
How can they have feelings for killers? Especially for emperors, how can they have feelings for themselves? Having feelings means being cruel to themselves. Yu Shanzhi is like this, and Yu himself is like this.
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Luo Ling returned to Tang Gate, Shanzhi was in the courtyard, she sat alone on the stone bench and gently played the piano. Luo Ling walked over, looked at her sad face, remembering the kiss that Yuwen Haoyu had just now, in her heart