
"You! You are! You are! Yep! I HATE YOU! YOU HEARD IT, DAMN IT?!"
Sparks of fire lit up, dancing adorned the Lu wei netra. His movements were getting more and more piercing, his tempo accelerated. Because the rope that limited the space moved made the fight this time more challenging.
The arm fabric swayed without knowing when it was calm, the waist twitched and swerving as if it was not afraid of breaking. Still the same, his hatred will still increase.
No matter the time, it will remain the same. Yep.
It will stay the same.
Yeah, stay the same. Hatred carries energy indirectly. Crashing at every slash, though invisible, Lu wei could guess.
Right, this hatred exists.
Take the bright side-wait, is there?!
There are.
Lu wei's sword slash aimed at the neck turned out to be veering, splitting the empty air. Lu wei did not know to be grateful or complain.
This hatred had not been channeled completely but the rope disappeared first. Can't the rope disappear completely with Lin qingxuan
Still breathing, the sword re-entered the sheath. Certainly by force. Silence for a moment fills.
The wind caressed the hair as well as the hanging arm cloth, the rustling of the leaves was created and the vibration of hatred still did not subside.
Lu wei sighed with her eyes closed. His mouth opened with the word, "Listen, I have to end it, if I may want to kill you all."
Lu wei turned around with a firm wagging arm, her steps carrying a hunting heartbeat as well as a breath.
The sound of the sword entering the sheath rang out, following the footsteps. Lu wei raised an eyebrow, upon discovering the incongruity. "Who said you could follow me? Stop or go, it's your choice." The knock instead of disappearing or slowing down even got faster in approaching.
There was no time to take the sword. One with an incision and one with a bruise. Pretty beautiful as proof if they kill each other.
However, the unexpected was precisely what greeted the eyes.
The slash of the sword passed through the ears, the wind shook the children's hair. The alluring flash of the blade dazzles the corner of the eye. Continuing to dart made Lu wei glare.
Not only because he did not lose his head, but also because of what happened on his waist. An arm wrapped around the waist ended pulling him closer.
The scabbard, complete with a sword was still perched beside Lin qingxuan's head, if not for anything else, Lin qingxuan's head would have already shot away several meters away.
The thing holding Lu wei back was something Lu wei had completely forgotten.
The ghost rope could only be destroyed by Yin energy, not Yang.
Initially Lu wei benefited. Besides being able to untie the rope, he could also fight or could have killed Lin qingxuan. That was why he had to live up to the fight just now - in fact, there was no need to be forced he would even be happy when killing Lin Qingxuan However, he forgot about the other consequences.
Lu wei thought the 'other consequences' were not here-it shouldn't be here!
How did the black color appear?! Oh, true! They're lured.
Yep!
Let's guess! Don't be stupid, come on, let's guess. It's only thirty seconds.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Hey, why read? Shouldn't you guess?
Do I need to guess? Isn't it like looking black on white?