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Chapter 177: Maybe that would be more interesting! 1

Fenglingguo

On the hillside in the suburbs of Los Angeles

In a dilapidated small courtyard, piano music floats quietly

In front of the courtyard gate, a young man in white was sitting on the steps, gently stroking the piano.

The light slanting out from the door made his shadow grow long.

The dim light reflects a delicate little face

Apparently, he is only eleven or twelve years old

The slender eyebrows extend diagonally to the side of the mane, looking slightly weak.

The eyes are as bright as paint, but they are full of melancholy

This young man is not someone else

It was Murong Wushuang's twin brother Murong Wuming.

After leaving Fengling Capital City, his grandfather brought him here

Murong Wuming, who was drugged, didn't wake up until he came here.

From his grandfather, he also knew everything his sister had done

In her heart, Murong Wushuang was filled with guilt and deep self-blame.

He is the elder brother, how can he let his sister go to the Aolong Kingdom to suffer on his behalf?

Especially when he later heard about the assassination of the convoy escorting Murong Wushuang, he was so worried that he couldn't eat or sleep for several days.

Fortunately, the news later was good

Although he didn't understand how his sister could escape this disaster, as for her survival

But now, although his grandfather has been hiding it from him

However, when he went into town today to sell calligraphy and paintings, he had already heard about it

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Aolong Kingdom took his sister to worship the sky, and met an assassin again. It is said that the fire turned the entire hillside into a sea of ​​flames.

Under such circumstances, his sister is probably in danger!

Murong Wuming's heart felt like it was being cut bit by bit with a blunt knife.

pain!

It hurts like tearing!

Buzz!

The string under his right hand suddenly broke, and the severed head bounced over, causing a deep wound on Murong Wuming's index finger.

Blood flowed out from the wound, but Murong Wushuang did not feel any pain.

Now, the pain in his heart has overwhelmed everything else

"Murong Wuming!"

He raised his head and called his name bitterly

"You idiot, if you weren't so cowardly, if you could be stronger, Wushuang wouldn't have to go for you, and nothing would happen to her. Everything would be your fault, your fault!..."


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