Chapter 43 Threat

The strong wind blew away the soft and dark hair behind him, and a few hairs fluttered in the wind and rolled up a few circles. On this high-walled tower, he looked at her, and she also looked at him. In the deep black pupils, in addition to the color of pain, there was more reluctance and tolerance.

"If you dare to hurt her in half, I will definitely smash you to pieces." The fierce murderous atmosphere, the smell of blood gradually spread, and his voice was low and dangerous.

"Let us go, or don't blame me for hurting her." The sharp knife was set in front of the beautiful neck. The wind was still blowing as hard as it could. The night wind rolled up the blood-stained dead leaves that fell on the ground and swirled in the air, which was a little strange and cold.

The deep and dark night makes the fog thicker and thicker, more and more chilly, surrounding the surrounding fog. The blue thin body looks a little thin and weak in the wind, and there is a trace of blood and cold in the air.

"Don't forget that your father is still in my hands." The cold sword pointed, and the sword light flashed. The cold sword clung to Wei Zhen's neck, and Luo Mingyue also said in a threatening tone.

Wei Siliang's eyes slowly looked at Wei Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, and the hand held on the knife unconsciously tightened.

The cold knife touched her throat. With just a little force, the blood would gushing out of the falling throat, and her whole body trembled, allowing the cold feeling to sink into the bone marrow. Fear surrounded her deeply, and she did not dare to touch it at all.

"Aren't you afraid of her death?" Wei Si's cool voice reached Li Luo's ear. Her foggy black pupils looked at the magnificent figure in front of her without blinking, and Li Luo quietly looked at the sharpness in his deep black eyes.

Seeing that Luo Mingyue just looked at him with deep eyes, he didn't say a word, so Wei Siliang continued to speak.

"I said, as long as you let us, her, the woman in front of you, I will naturally not hurt her at all." As Wei Siliang spoke, the gloomy black pupil kept looking at Li Luo. The yin sharp knife in his hand unconsciously took a step closer to Li Luo's neck. A cold touch spread all over Li Luo's body in an instant, which made her heart suddenly rise, and she couldn't help but accelerate a little.

Li Luo saw Luo Mingyue standing opposite him. At this time, it seemed that he was experiencing an extremely difficult choice. His dark and deep eyes stared at Li Luo, as if to look at Li Luo into his deep pupils and stared deeply. However, the hesitation in his eyes had revealed what was on his mind. His care, the wind in the night, was sad and sad. Luo Ming's deeper eyes told Li Luo everything. He was reluctant to give up, in his eyes There was an obvious inability to give up in his eyes. He was also afraid of losing, afraid that what he cared about would disappear in front of him again. Like his father, although he did not say it, he really understood.

Luo Mingyue's eyes flashed slightly when he looked at Li Luo, and turned his eyes to Wei Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground. How long has this person been deployed by himself? Now he can he kneel in front of him and beg for mercy, and he can use the cold sword in his hand. Now, Wei Zhen, a cunning old fox, is only one step away from him. , he can avenge his father; only one step away, he can send him into hell; only one step away, he will no longer suffer in his heart.

However, when his eyes looked at the blue figure again and met Li Luo's eyes, he endured the pain in his heart, helpless and reluctant.

Now, in the face of these two difficulties, he hesitated. Neither of them, he wants to give up, nor can he give up. Giving up means that all his efforts over the years will be in vain and turn into bubbles. He will not allow such a thing to happen, and never allow it!

Just as Luo Mingyue hesitated, Wei Zhen secretly raised his eyes and his cunning eyes flashed quickly. Wei Zhen took the opportunity to take out a cold knife from his arms. While Luo Mingyue hesitated, the cold knife had pointed straight at him.

In the lightning, Luo Mingyue rotated rapidly and avoided the cold knife that stabbed him. His cold eyes swept over Wei Zhen, and his eyes were full of contempt and sarcasm, which raised the corners of his lips. The next moment, he quickly picked up the blood-stained sword in his hand, and a drop of dark red blood dripped from the edge of the knife. Luo Ming raised his eyebrows coldly, and the sword pointed straight to Wei Zhen's eyebrows.

The strong wind swept over, and Luo Ming was surrounded by the sadistic wind in the desert, like a messenger from hell. Suddenly, the sword body was as fast as lightning, and a gust of wind blew, and the strong sword spirit attacked Wei Zhen.

Luo Ming clenched his sword and did not hesitate. He stabbed down with a sword and stabbed it fiercely towards the position of Wei Zhen's heart. The dark red blood flowed out of self-defense Zhen's heart, and his old face watched his blood passing little by little. Luo Ming pulled out his sword fiercely, and only heard the sound of a plop and falling to the ground.

Finally, he died under Luo Mingyue's sword.

Finally, he married him with his own hands.

Finally, he did it, killed this treacherous man, subdued Donghu, and calmed down the great cause.

However.......

"No! Dad, Dad, wake up, you get up, you can't leave your daughter..." On the tower, the only thing that responded to her was the furious wind, which blew, and the robes floated in the wind and blew in the wind.

No matter how Wei Siliang cried, no matter how she shouted, after all, her cry and her cry can only become a sad cry in this bloody and desolate night.

Luo Mingyue clenched the sword in his hand, the sword was cold, and the blood dripping fell to the ground.

"If you don't want to die, let her go immediately." Li Luo restrained her eyebrows and looked at him. She felt that he had a chilling temperament, and she couldn't help forcing people to retreat.

Wei Siliang put the knife against Li Luo's neck. When Wei Siliang saw that his father was killed by Luo Mingyue like this, he was unwilling. He saw that her chest and abdomen fell together. Her mood seemed to be a little out of control and unstable. Li Luo heard a slight gasp in his ear, which was made by Wei Silang. It seemed that her heart must be full at this time. Fear and panic.

Luo Ming approached step by step. His face was like a ghost. Wei Siliang held Li Luo and retreated step by step. In the tension and fear, the knife accidentally scratched a small cut between her throat. The traces of blood and the wrong marks of the knife were left in the original white and delicate skin of Li Luo. On the meat.

Li Luo frowned slightly. Although it was only a small opening and a slight knife mark, there was still pain. She did not dare to breathe loudly for fear of touching the wound, so the tip of her nose had to exhale slightly.

The cool wind blew over the wound, and there was still a cold knife against the slender neck, which made her whole body tremble.

The more Wei Siliang retreated, the closer he got to the edge of the tower. The more Luo Ming saw this, the more he hurriedly stopped and stopped moving forward. His cold eyes burst out cold words: "Let her go, I can spare your life."

After listening, Wei Siliang laughed inexplicably. The laughter was desolate and sad. The cool wind blew away the hair behind her. In the dark and bloody night, she flew up and danced, as soft and fine hair like willow catkins. In this dark night, she set off her beautiful face, which was even more strange and charming.

She took a look at Luo Mingyue disdainfully, then lowered her head and slowly approached Li Luo. She smiled charmingly and said lightly, "It seems that her position in your heart must be very important. You and I have been a famous couple for so many years, but the fake is fake after all. In the end, it can't match your true feelings about her. Love, in that case, you want me to let her go..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Silang raised his head and reversed his attitude. His eyes were fierce and his words were fierce: "I just won't let you be at best."

Wei Siliang used her white and slender fingers to grasp Li Luo's soft and thin black hair tightly. When Li Luo immediately felt a sharp pain in her scalp. She almost shouted in pain. Wei Siliang's sharp and thin nails scratched Li Luo's scalp, which seemed to ooze out a little earnestly. Li Luo was not Under control, he tilted his head back, and the knife marks on his neck that had just been cut by a knife were also because of Wei Siliang's viciousness. The blood on his neck was bleeding again because of force.

It seemed that the pain at this time, the uncomfortable departure, Luo Mingyue's heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword. Looking at her feel uncomfortable, he felt even more uncomfortable. Looking at her in pain, he felt more and more pain in his heart. Looking at her bleeding, he couldn't wait to cut Wei Siliang thousands of knives and cut his heart. Even so, I'm afraid it was I can't relieve the hatred in his heart.

Wei Siliang looked at the painful and unbearable departure, and at the distressed Luo Mingyue, she seemed to get a kind of pleasure in her heart. As long as she saw Luo Mingyue's painful expression, Wei Siliang had an inexplicable pleasure in her heart. The dark side in her heart twisted, which almost made people feel afraid and afraid.

She smiled proudly at Luo Mingyue: "What's wrong? Are you heartbroken? Are you reluctant to give up? Hahahaha, you know, Luo Mingyue, the more I see you in pain, the more I see you in pain, the more I see you feel uncomfortable, the happier I am, the happier I am, the more proud I am, hahahaha.

Like a gesture of revenge, the more Wei Siliang saw Luo Mingyue's angry and heartbroken face at this time, the happier she became. She laughed loudly on the tower and proudly. It seemed that nothing was happier than this. She smiled as much as she could and angered Luo Mingyue in front of her. Her smile stimulated Luo. Every nerve of Mingyue, and the pain of separation, made Luo Mingyue's heart ache even more difficult to add.

When Wei Siliang saw that Luo Ming was like this, he attacked Li Luo beside him more and more heavily. Li Luo was in pain and sweated coldly. However, at this time, Wei Siliang was like a demon, desperately to tear Li Luo's slender black hair, grabbed every inch of Li Luo's skin with his pointed nails, and became more crazy and more crazy. The more vicious it is.

Looking at the painful departure, he seemed to shoot a sharp arrow in his heart. His heart was so painful that he was about to twitch and almost numb. His eyes were like a burning flame, which was about to gushe out. His whole body was stiff, holding the hand of the sword, holding it tightly and clenching it tightly. The bones of the joints of both hands seem to be crushed. Every cell and nerve in the body are deeply stimulated, pulled, and even trembling because of a painful expression.