Luo Hang was silent for a long time, looked up at him deeply, "But this can't be your reason to kill me."
Zhang Zhiyong also knew that Luo Hang was always stubborn, since he said so, it was impossible for him to let him go, so he simply closed his eyes.
Since he dared to kill someone, he had already prepared for the day when he would be exposed. During this time, he was worried every day, and he was in great pain, so he might as well just let it go.
Looking at Zhang Zhiyong like this, Luo Hang couldn't bear to do it for a while, he turned his head and looked at Yu Qingyu in a dilemma, "Master, I..." I don't know what to do
Yu Qingyu thought that the little apprentice probably had never killed anyone before, so he didn't dare, so he narrowed his eyes.
Since the disciple did not dare, then he, the master, naturally wanted to share the disciple's worries.
Yu Qingyu nodded towards him, walked to Zhang Zhiyong's side, and suddenly a sword appeared out of nowhere and stuck in Zhang Zhiyong's thigh.
Yu Qingyu: "..." Height is really a flaw.
The severe pain caused Zhang Zhiyong to open his mouth wide but couldn't make a sound.
Yu Qingyu drew out his sword expressionlessly, looked at the dark blood under the moonlight, smelled the strong smell of blood lingering at the tip of his nose, and his eyes were deep.
They held the sword awkwardly with their two paws, stabbed in with one sword, and pulled it out quickly. The sound of the sword piercing into the flesh and the slight sound of blood spurting made Yu Qingyu shake his ears happily.
Luo Hang rushed over in a hurry, hugged Yu Qingyu away by the waist, the master's aura just now was a bit dangerous, so let him calm down.
After getting away from the strong smell of blood, Yu Qingyu's brain regained its rationality, "What's the matter? Disciple, don't you want him to die?"
Luo Hang bowed his head: "I'm sorry Master, I found that I don't hate him that much, I just want to know why, now I have the answer, I also made mistakes back then, I ignored his situation, so... Master, let him go?"
Yu Qingyu rolled his eyes, "He killed you and not me, as long as you are happy, don't ask me."
"Master, are you angry?"
"No, this is your business, of course you have the final say, I don't care."
Luo Hang lowered his eyes: "Will Master not be disappointed in me? I am so soft-hearted."
"I don't have any demands on you, as long as you live happily."
Luo Hang suddenly felt uncomfortable and wanted to cry. He should be happy when the master said this, but when he thought that the master had no expectations of him, that is to say, the master might not care about him at all.
His heart felt uncomfortable as if he had been pinched by someone. He hoped that the master would take care of him, and he would feel happy even if he hit him a few times at this moment, but the master actually said that he didn't care, he... was so sad.
Luo Hang picked up the sword that Yu Qingyu dropped, and cut the rope that tied Zhang Zhiyong several times, "You go! The former Luo Hang is dead, and the Zhang Zhiyong who was in Luo Hang's heart is also dead. You... just do it yourself." !"
Zhang Zhiyong took a deep look at Luo Hang, and dragged one leg slowly out of their sight.
Yu Qingyu thought that it was at least three to five miles away from the village at the foot of the mountain, and Zhang Zhiyong, who smelled like blood all over his body, didn't know if he would be able to go back alive.
Naturally, Zhang Zhiyong also knew that he was quite a walking sweetheart now. As soon as he left their sight, he took off his pants and threw them away, and took off his shirt and tore out a few strands of cloth to wrap up the wound tightly.
"Ah!" A tiger hunting at night bit his neck fiercely.
(end of this chapter)