Long Xiaoyu flew down.
His face was shrouded in frost, and his whole body was filled with domineering and cold arrogance, which shocked Yu Wenhao and the others who were still discussing jokes and fell silent instantly.
Seeing the man she had been dreaming of again, Yue Linglong's beautiful eyes glowed with hot light, there was excitement and unwillingness in her eyes, but more of a secret joy.
The bead that can record images just now was bought by her after months of torture with Aunt Su, in order to wait for the day to reveal the true face of that little bitch Mu Ziling in front of everyone. come out.
Unexpectedly, this day finally came.
Moreover, the scene and the result seemed to be far more gratifying than she had imagined.
Yue Linglong knew that Long Xiaoyu was already angry, the more she saw him angry, the more she looked forward to it, looking forward to the tragic end of that little bitch who betrayed him.
None of the people present did not recognize Long Xiaoyu, but the Long Xiaoyu standing in front of them at this moment made them feel an unreachable strangeness, and a fear that they dare not confront him.
Yu Wenhao, who dreamed of killing Long Xiaoyu, felt the deepest, but the arrogance in his heart did not allow him to show cowardice towards an enemy who hated him so much.
So, he coughed and was about to tease a few words, but someone took a step ahead of him.
Long Xiaoli stepped forward with a familiar face, and put his hand on Long Xiaoyu's shoulder: "I said third brother, women, grab a lot, why do you—"
He couldn't finish his sentence, and he didn't raise his hand even a little, when Long Xiaoyu slapped him flying from a distance, and he vomited blood on the spot.
Seeing this, Yu Wenhao swallowed the teasing involuntarily, and then stepped aside as if he had nothing to do with himself.
At the end, he raised his eyes in a strange way, and glanced at that smelly girl on the pavilion.
The scene was already quiet enough, but after Long Xiaoli was photographed flying, it became even quieter.
Long Xiaoyu's ice-cold eyes swept towards Ouyang Feiyu faintly.
He obviously didn't say anything, but the moment he met his eyes, a sense of fear like falling into an abyss and cold pool arose spontaneously in Ouyang Feiyu's heart.
Long Xiaoyu's tone was calm, but his words were cruel and bloodthirsty: "How do you want to die?"
Seeing the scene just now, Ouyang Feiyu, as the person involved, was undoubtedly shocked and complicated in his heart, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much, he subconsciously said: "This is a misunderstanding—"
Without giving him a chance to explain, Long Xiaoyu suddenly drew the soft sword from his waist.
The cold sword light, with full killing intent, suddenly pointed at Ouyang Feiyu's deadly heart.
"Young master! Be careful!" Ouyang Feiyu's bodyguard tried to draw his sword to protect the master.
But in the face of Shanglong Xiaoyu, a small guard, it seems that the rhythm of a gnat shaking a big tree is courting death.
It was too late for Ouyang Feiyu to rescue him.
I saw that the sword in his guard's hand was not even out of its sheath, he had already ended up in the same fate as Long Xiaoli, gorgeously forming a parabola, no one knew where he was thrown, and his life and death were unknown.
Although Ouyang Feiyu didn't intend to confront Long Xiaoyu head-on, but it doesn't mean he would just stand there and let him be slaughtered.
At the moment when Long Xiaoyu's cold sword was still a few inches away from his chest, he suddenly bent back and swept his feet back, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.
After standing still, Ouyang Feiyu uttered in shock: "Long Xiaoyu, don't bully people too much!"
"Deceitful?" Long Xiaoyu sneered, and the tone of his mouth seemed to be soaked in ice: "You are only worthy of being a dead person."
Before the words fell, the sword in his hand suddenly raised again.
(end of this chapter)