Linlang choked up when he said this: "Later, I practiced martial arts and returned to Qingmen to find my mother. I knew your father would not let me go, so I pretended to have another identity, that is, your father
My other friend's daughter, my mother and I, have been preparing for a game to kill your father."
Linlang looked at Nangong Anran with extremely cruel eyes. Nangong Anran knew that she would never let her go. From the beginning, she approached her with purpose.
"So you killed Wuyang and you were so angry that your father was so angry?"
Although Nangong Anran knew all this, he still couldn't believe it. He would rather believe that his father and Wuyang were killed by Luo Ling and the fake Linlang than believe this fact.
"Yes, I killed Nangong Wuyang. With my martial arts, it is very simple to go in through the windowsill and kill someone without expressing his feelings," Linlang looked at Nangong Anran with a fierce look:
"Later, when my mother was helping your father, she had already followed my method and calmly dealt with him."
Nangong Anran collapsed on the ground. He could not accept this fact. He shook his head expressionlessly. How could this happen?
The person you dearest is killed by the person you love the most? Linlang, don’t you think this is cruel?
"Linlang, did you take me into consideration when you did this?"
Nangong Anran felt that the question she asked was sarcastic. She might want to kill herself, so how could she consider her? How could she be? She had only one purpose from the beginning, that is, revenge. Linlang, you only have revenge in your heart.
Is it right?
Linlang looked at Nangong Anran in front of her. She had no expression and walked into him, looking at him in a straight look:
"Sorry, An Ran, I have no feelings for you, but when you just died of suicide in order to save the fake me," Linlang said here, tears couldn't help but shed. She held back her tears,
Raise your head:
"I suddenly feel so sorry for you." Linlang couldn't help but smile, as if he was sneering at himself.
Nangong Anran fell to the ground and laughed foolishly:
"I always thought that it was because I was not good enough, it was my fault. I asked you to leave me. It turned out that everything you had lie to me, and you were lying to me." Nangong Anran finished speaking, plucking the
Sword, trying to commit suicide.
But for some reason, Luo Ling stepped forward to stop him.
Everyone looked at Luo Ling, and a trace of surprise flashed in Nangong Anran's eyes. Why did this woman save herself? Didn't she always hope that she would die?
Of course, Luo Ling knew the reason why he wanted to save him, but now, it was more sympathy:
"If you die, your Qingmen will completely no longer exist."
Nangong Anran was shocked suddenly. Indeed, Wuyang and his father were both dead. If even he died, then Qingmen would really have no successor.
Luo Ling continued: "If you want to die, you can die now. How easy is it to die, but if you are not even afraid of death, why are you still afraid of living?" Luo Ling walked in and said to Nangong Anran with a serious look on his face:
"You Qingmen, you still rely on your support. You are still a man because of such a small setback.
When Nangong Anran heard her say this, she suddenly felt shocked: