Turn on the faucet and wash away.

During the whole process, Liu Fengheng's body trembled and his face was expressionless.

"How many people are trapped by love, like falling into a net of a golden spider, finally getting deeper and deeper,—"

Liu Xiaocao stood quietly beside him, looking at Liu Fengheng with pity on his face.

I couldn't help but think of this song in my heart.

"This matter must not be mentioned to anyone!"

After doing all this, Liu Fengheng took off his protective gloves and turned his back to Liu Xiaocao.

Wash your hands, wash your face, wash your hair!

The voice was firmly croaked: "Anyone!"

——

"Boom~"

The rain is magnificent, and lightning is thunder and lightning is roaring.

Liu Youyou arranged the residence of the mother and daughter of the Wang family and the servants. Seeing that Zhao Zhien, whose forearm was shaken, had stabilized his internal injuries, he took Zhao Xiu'er's Xiu sword.

Back to her boudoir on the third floor of Hongzhuang Building.

"Click."

Close the window and listen to the heavy rain, Liu Youyou sat for a long time before lit a cigarette.

He took a sip and pressed into the ashtray.

I sat blankly for a while again.

"Si~"

Pick up Zhao Xiu'er's sword and slowly pulled it out.

The sword face was as white as jade under the faint crystal light, without any flaws.

I watched it for a long time.

Liu Youyou slowly sent a wisp of energy into the Baizhixiu Sword.

"The energy is used to exert energy, and it is the mysterious level."

"Pok~"

Just like in a quiet summer night, the sound of the cerebral petals cracked.

The long sword in Liu Youyou's right hand instantly turned into a cloud of ashes.

At this moment,

Liu Youyou's pretty face was also covered with a lot of white gray.
Chapter completed!