"Tell me, why didn't you die in the first place? Obviously...I clearly saw you drink that glass of poisonous wine with my own eyes..." He Luwei murmured.
"Humph, you are not dead yet, how can I die? Not only am I not dead, I also want to live well. I want to see with my own eyes how you despicable villains fall into a place of eternal destruction!" Ling Yun's dark eyes The anger was trembling inside, and bloody hatred and resentment emerged.
He Luwei's eyes were still wide open, and he whispered softly, as if the devil's voice came from the depths of hell, "I am not willing... I am not willing... I will soon... I will succeed, soon." To be able to live...a good life of glory and wealth, how could it be possible, how could it be..."
Ling Yun sneered and said: "If a villain like you, who is unjust and sells out for glory, can enjoy prosperity and live a good life, is there any justice in this world?" As he said this, he suddenly pulled out his hand. sword.
"Why..." He Luwei snorted dully, as if he was asking himself or the person in front of him; however, the only answer he received was a streak of blood when Ling Yun's deadly long sword was withdrawn from his body. .
At that moment, it was as if someone had torn his body apart alive, the pain was heart-wrenching; his eyes were lifeless and empty, leaving only the last ray of soul attached to his body.
On the verge of death, in a daze, his memories began to rewind, as if he had returned to a specific moment a few years ago.
At that time, Ling Yun was recuperating from his injuries in the Marquis' Mansion for some reasons. Due to his inconvenience, he entrusted him to arrange for someone to go to Zhengyang Tower to retrieve his luggage, sword and other belongings.
At that time, he didn't know Ling Yun's identity as the eldest son of Lord Marquis. He just watched with cold eyes as his mistress, Princess Chang Qing, paid special attention to Ling Yun. He was so flexible that he didn't dare to neglect him. In order to please Ling Yun, he diligently offered to take people there in person immediately. Pick.
——"It's just to get something. It's not a big deal. Just arrange for a servant to do it. Why bother the butler to go there himself? The butler is so enthusiastic that it makes Ling Yun uneasy."
——"It's so helpful to take care of the house."......
The humility, gentleness, and laughter at that time; the ruthlessness and coldness at this time formed a sharp contrast in He Luwei's heart.
He knew that although Ling Yun seemed gentle and gentle at ordinary times, the violence inside him was something that should never be offended; he might appear calm and gentle when he smiled, but when he was angry, he was possessed by Shura.
An indescribable despair and sadness overflowed from the depths of his heart; he really regretted it at this time, regretting that he had acted too hastily. It would be great if he could choose again, then he wouldn't be so frustrated, but——
He sighed softly and closed his eyes feebly, feeling that strong sense of weightlessness attacking him without warning. His consciousness gradually faded, and he finally fell into eternal darkness...
At this time, the confrontation between Ah San and Lian Nanchun also reached a critical moment of life and death.
Although Ah San comes from a martial arts family and has strong martial arts skills, his scores are still very high compared with others. In front of top masters like Ling Yun and Lian Nanchun, the gap between him is still very obvious - it can even be said that there is almost no comparison. .
So he and Lian Nanchun only circled for a dozen rounds before his palms became sweaty and he was invincible. He wanted to escape, but the opponent's sword was too powerful and the dance was airtight. With all his escape routes cut off, he didn't even have a chance to escape.
He regretted a little bit. He regretted that he had just listened to He Luwei and seriously injured He Yuting with a sword without asking Qing Zao, which completely angered Ling Yun. Lian Nanchun and Ling Yun were so close that they could even be said to be inseparable. Now He seriously injured Ling Yun's father. Just imagine, Lian Nanchun, a murderous female devil, would let him go?
Ah San's side was sluggish and out of breath; while Lian Nanchun's side was flowing and flowing, free and easy.
The entanglement and fight between these two people feels a bit like cat playing with mouse.
The long sword in Lian Nanchun's hand is like a white snake spitting out messages and hissing through the wind; it is also like a swimming dragon, moving around, it is really as sudden as lightning, and the fallen leaves are colorful.
Suddenly a ray of silver light suddenly appeared, and she was as angry as a tiger. She was as light as a swallow, and she was in front of Ah San in an instant.
At this moment, Ah San smelled a strong murderous intention. He could only subconsciously raise his sword to resist, and there was a "crack" sound, and the dragon's roar was heard as the blades of the swords met.
Lian Nanchun sneered, gently rotated his wrist, and performed a ruthless "Weaver Girl Shuttle". The thin sharp blade sliced through the air and was deeply embedded in his body!
Suddenly a flash of red fainted, blurring people's eyes.
Asanjue's stomach felt like thousands of arrows piercing his heart, and the pain penetrated his bones. However, he himself didn't even have time to say a word, so he slowly fell down in front of Lian Nanchun; the long sword in his hand also made a "squeak" sound. , fell to the ground.
Lian Nanchun frowned and sneered, and quickly pulled out the sword.
The blood suddenly surged, as if it had burst, and spurted out, like the sad and strange flowers blooming in the black nightmare.
Lian Nanchun rubbed the blood on Asan's body with the sword blade and walked directly towards Ling Yun.
From beginning to end, she remained expressionless, as if what just happened had nothing to do with her.
God, what a cold-blooded and ruthless female devil this must be. It’s so terrifying... Mrs. Yu was almost stunned when she witnessed the bloody scene in front of her.
He Lu was ruthless, Ah San was ruthless, and Lian Nanchun was even more ruthless; of course, Ling Yun, the eldest son of the Marquis Mansion, was even more terrifying...
She finally understood what "evil people will have their own trials and tribulations" meant.
Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were blank, her mind was blank, she had almost lost all consciousness, she was just huddled in the corner, shivering.
When Lian Nanchun was fighting with Asan, Ling Yun didn't waste a moment and had already hurried to He Yuting.
He leaned down tremblingly and gently lifted his father's body, which was covered in blood.
He Yuting's complexion was white with blue, distorted by the huge pain; blood foam continued to gush out from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin, and stained the clothes on his chest scarlet.
Looking at his father's miserable condition, Ling Yun felt as if his chest was tightly grasped by a big hand and squeezed repeatedly, suffocating him to the point of suffocating him, and he burst into tears before he knew it.
He calmed his mind and said hoarsely: "You... what do you think?"
He Yuting slowly opened his eyes, looked straight at his face, and murmured: "Zhichao, is it really... really you? Are you really not... dead? I'm not... dreaming ……"
Ling Yun's lips were trying his best to suppress the trembling, and he nodded with tears in his eyes.
He Yuting took a long breath and said: "That's... great. It's great that you are fine. Tell me, how did you escape death?"
"Those things have passed, don't mention them anymore..." Ling Yun choked with sobs in his throat and didn't know where to start.
"Yeah, let's not mention those unpleasant things, let's talk about the present." He Yuting also breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He knew that his time in this world was running out, and he couldn't help but feel miserable. .
"Zhichao, since your accident, your mother has also passed away... Do you know how regretful and painful I feel? Now I finally understand that the so-called high-ranking officials, rich salaries, glory and wealth are just a passing cloud. Feng Ping gathers and disperses... If I lose you, no matter how much power and prominence I have, what's the use?"
His voice was very soft, but it made Ling Yun feel pain in his bones, "You finally understand."
He Yuting smiled bitterly, "It's a pity that I understood... it was too late. The reason why I am in this situation today is because of myself! Now I really hope that God can give me another chance..."
Ling Yun's head was buried low, and his tears were bitter and strong.
He Yuting's lips were slightly open, his breath was weakening, and he was at the end of his strength. "I know that I have done many wrong things in my life, and I am even more sorry for you and your mother. I only ask you one thing - can you forgive me?"
Ling Yun was speechless and just nodded silently.
"If you can forgive me, I will die with peace of mind..." He Yuting nodded happily and said: "There is one more thing, it is a gift from God. Now the He family only has this little flesh and blood left. Promise me that you must take good care of him. …”
Ling Yun said: "Don't worry. Tianci is my nephew. I will treat him like my own child and raise him to be a talented person."
He Yuting said: "Then I'm relieved. Zhichao, you...you..."
At this point, he felt bursts of tearing cramping pain in his heart. He couldn't help coughing twice and choked out another mouthful of blood.
Ling Yun's heart also felt cramped. He carefully put his ear to his father's face and whispered softly: "If you have anything to say, just say it..."
Ling Yun's actions seemed to give He Yuting a lot of courage. He sighed and said, "Can you... can you... call me daddy again in my lifetime..."
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, then sobbed softly: "Daddy..."
"Great, great, Lin'er...my Lin'er..." A look of relief flashed in He Yuting's cloudy eyes, but suddenly the brilliance in his eyes disappeared.
Ling Yun felt that his arms suddenly sank! His heart trembled, and he hugged He Yuting and called repeatedly: "Daddy, daddy..."
