Chapter 862

Long Xiaoyu flies down.

His face was covered with frost, and the whole person was filled with arrogant cold air. Yu Wenhao, who was still talking about jokes, was shocked and silenced.

Once again, I saw the man I was dreaming of. Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes glowed with hot light. There was excitement and reluctance in his eyes, but it was more of a secret joy.

The bead that can record the image just now was bought from Aunt Su after she used the pith curse for several months at the beginning, so that one day, the real face of the little bitch muziling could be revealed in front of the public.

Unexpectedly, this day has finally come.

And the scene and the result seemed far more gratifying than she had imagined.

Yue Linglong knows that long Xiaoyu is angry. The more she looks at his anger, the more she looks forward to the miserable end of that little bitch betraying him.

None of the people present didn't recognize long Xiaoyu. However, long Xiaoyu standing in front of them at the moment made them feel a kind of distant strangeness and a kind of fear that they didn't dare to fight against.

Yu Wenhao, who dreams of killing long Xiaoyu, feels the most deeply, but the pride in his heart doesn't allow him to show weakness to an enemy who hates him so much.

So he coughed. He was about to make a mockery, but someone was ahead of him.

Long Xiaoli walked forward with a familiar face and put his hand on long Xiaoyu's shoulder: "I said, third brother, women, why do you need to --"

he didn't finish his words, and his hand didn't lift a point, so he was slapped by long Xiaoyu's hand from afar, and he vomited blood on the spot.

Yu Wenhao see, to the mouth of the ridicule so involuntarily swallow back to the stomach, and then he has nothing to do with the back to one side.

Finally, he raised his eyes again and glanced at the smelly girl on the pavilion.

The scene was quiet enough. After long Xiaoli was photographed, it was even quieter.

Long Xiaoyu's cold eyes sweep towards Ouyang Feiyu.

He didn't say anything, but at the moment when he touched his eyes, a kind of fear like falling into the abyss suddenly came into Ouyang Feiyu's heart.

Long Xiaoyu's tone is gentle, but his words are cruel and bloodthirsty: "how do you want to die?"

Seeing the scene just now, Ouyang Feiyu, as the client, was undoubtedly shocked and complicated. However, the current situation did not allow him to think much. He subconsciously said: "this is a misunderstanding -"

without giving him the opportunity to explain, long Xiaoyu suddenly pulled out his soft sword.

The cold sword light, with a full sense of killing, suddenly pointed at Ouyang Feiyu's fatal heart.

"Young master! Be careful Ouyang Feiyu's bodyguard tries to draw his sword to protect the Lord.

But in the face of Shanglong Xiaoyu, a small guard is just like the rhythm of the mays shaking the tree and searching for death.

It's too late for Ouyang Feiyu to rescue.

The sword in his guard's hand has not yet come out of its sheath, and people have already come to the same end as long Xiaoli. It is gorgeous and beautiful in a parabola. I don't know where to fly, and I don't know whether to live or not.

Although Ouyang Feiyu didn't want to confront long Xiaoyu head-on, it doesn't mean that he would stand foolishly and let him be slaughtered.

At the moment when long Xiaoyu's cold sword was a few inches away from his chest, he suddenly leaned back and stepped back to avoid the fatal blow.

After standing still, Ouyang Feiyu said: "long Xiaoyu, don't deceive people too much!"

"Deceiving people?" Long Xiaoyu's mouth filled with a sneer, and his voice was like ice: "you are only worthy of being a dead man."

Before the words fall, the sword in his hand suddenly rises again.

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