Mu Yunhe used his ruthlessness and cruelty to once again declare to the world that this is a lesson from the past! Everyone is optimistic, who dares to touch his bottom line, this is the end!

If he wants to do it, he does it. If he dares to do it, he will do it! No one can stop and change his ideas and means! No matter what that person's identity and background is, high or low, in his eyes, he only sees Luo Zhiheng's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and the rest, just do it, who dares to do anything to him?

Even if the means are cruel? Even if you are scolded for being cruel and cold-blooded, what does it matter? In the few days he has left, if he can't let Ah Heng live as he wants, if he still lets Ah Heng have grievances and endures, then what will his Ah Heng be like after he dies? Isn't it even more bullied and undefended? He would never allow that to happen! He may not be able to control it after death, but before his death, he must do everything he can for Ah Heng, and be ruthless, cruel, and leave no way out!

In short, the bottom line is that the woman named Luo Zhiheng has long been cast into a fragile and fragile pure flower house in his heart, and no one can touch a ray of light and redemption in his heart, whoever touches it is finished!!

Zhuge Painting Soul finally came back to his senses from this huge change, he staggered over, looking at the blood all over the sand, the broken arm, the seriously injured granddaughter, Zhuge Painting Soul turned to Mu Yunhe with tears in his eyes and said angrily: "Mu Yunhe!! You untrustworthy villain! You promised you wouldn't cripple her. ”

Mu Yunhe crippled a person in the blink of an eye, but he didn't even blink his eyes, and said coldly and arrogantly: "This king has never promised you anything, what this king wants to do, how to do it, and it is not the turn of others to point fingers." When this king was in the Mu Dynasty, he ordered someone to kill one person, and he died at the scene of the first talent competition. Do you know that the man weishenme died? Because he wanted to hurt the king's wife, the king said that whoever hurt Ah Heng, the king would kill no one! ”

"Do you know that Zhuge Painting Luan Weishenme can still gasp and call here now? She hurt Ah Heng more than that dead man! But this king left her a dog's life, this king is not afraid of your Zhuge family, and you might as well tell you frankly that this king wants to let Zhuge Hualuan live and suffer crimes, live in the shadow of incompleteness for the rest of her life, and let her trample on her own pride and dignity! See the world's spit, abuse, and contempt for her! Let her live in such tatters for the rest of her life, and atone for her viciousness and cruelty to Ah Heng today! "The cold words seem to come from hell, and the cold, the cold spread all over the length!

Like blood under the remnant sun, Mu Yunhe at that moment was cold and arrogant like a reincarnated demon, with an unbeatable dazzling light, hazy, and domineering publicity to warn the world.

"What's more, isn't this king also helping your granddaughter fulfill her wish? It was she who kept shouting not to hit her! The king had a good heart and agreed to her prayer and did not beat her, but the king was not so merciful, she was intact, and the king was really angry in his heart, so he could only cut off her arm and give her a little warning. If you have any objections or dissatisfaction, you can come to the Mu Dynasty to find this king, as long as this king is still alive, he will definitely accompany him to the end! Mu Yunhe hooked his lips, and the shallow and cold words overflowed from his beautiful and sexy lips, very indifferent, and Luo Zhiheng-style narcissistic humor.

Luo Zhiheng slowly looked up at her, and there were fine streamers converging between her pale eyebrows, which was amazing. She smiled and raised her hand, wiping the blood from his face. The cold hand was pale from excessive blood loss, and it fell on Mu Yunhe's face, and the husband and wife were like immortal corpses buried in the underground ice cellar for a hundred years, cold and pale.

"I will definitely not die, if you will die if I am so desperate, then kill me with a knife first, and then you will die." Luo Zhiheng's shallow words were thick crying, and the smile spread at the corner of her mouth, but it was so difficult.

She has never been a sentimental person, when her soul was possessed here just now, she was so panicked, and finally panicked, she never shed a single tear for herself, but she cried and choked up several times in her life, but it was for Mu Yunhe.

This man, every move can break her heart and make her willing to do anything for him. When she was desperate for him, he was also desperate for her, even if his reputation was discredited, even if he was ruined.

Life has a confidant, this life is enough!

Mu Yunhe no longer looks at the clown-like Zhuge Hualuan, and it is not a big problem whether he kills Zhuge Hualuan or not, because the fundamental problem is not in Zhuge Hualuan, but in the Zhuge family. Because he is the most important one in the Zhuge family today, even if Zhuge Hualuan is dead, if the Zhuge family wants to retaliate, it is still possible. But Mu Yunhe didn't care about the so-called revenge, no one could defeat him in anything!

Except for Luo Zhiheng!

And Zhuge Hualuan he never put in his eyes, which made Zhuge Hualuan so painful that he couldn't extricate himself, Mu Yunhe was very willing to see it.

"You are the ones who are the real tragedy!" Zhuge painted the soul roared, the hidden people of the Zhuge family instantly fell from the sky, surrounded the nude Mu Yunhe and the two, everyone was a kind of killing atmosphere, the haze was ruthless, the two sides were tense in an instant, and the big war was about to break out.

But Mu Yunhe was not nervous at all, in addition to the faint gloomy color between his eyebrows, a little ridicule and contempt were added, and at this moment Mu Yunhe suddenly became mysterious and unfathomable: "Is it bullying?" Do you really think that this king is a soft persimmon, and you Zhuge family can knead it at will? If this king dares to do it, he will naturally not be afraid of your Zhuge family, and if he wants the life of this king, he is afraid that you will have to cultivate for hundreds of years. As long as you Zhuge Painting Soul is not a fool, you should know that this king is not just a little prince with a prominent status in the Mu Dynasty! ”

As soon as Mu Yunhe's words came out, many people were puzzled, they just felt that he was ruthless enough, and he didn't even pay attention to the Zhuge family.

But the old men who had ignored Mu Yunhe for too long because of his illness fell into deep thought. Looking at the meaning of Mu Yunhe's words, it is said that he has any other identity, but what identity does he have that allows him not to rely on the pharaohs of the Mu Dynasty present, and not rely on the identity of the little prince of the Mu Dynasty to talk to the world? And can you still have the ability to suppress the painting saint?

The painting saint naturally didn't believe Mu Yunhe's words, he smiled coldly: "Do you think I will believe your words?" Bravado? You're still too tender! It's just a sick seedling, and the old man will send you on the road today, so that you won't be too miserable in this world. ”

The people around him suddenly became full of momentum, and they were about to rush up and take down Mu Yunhe.

Luo Zhiheng's whole body tensed in an instant, wanting to protect Mu Yunhe, but he was confined in Mu Yunhe's arms, and the people around him were nervous, ready to go to war, and even the king of the world came over. But Mu Yunhe is still clear and unfathomable, but when he occasionally squints his eyes, the light under his eyes is like a deep starry sky, wise, confident, and arrogant.

Seeing that people were confused or unbelieving, Mu Yunhe had no superfluous explanation, but said casually as if the wind and horses were incompatible: "There will be a tornado sweeping over soon, lasting ten breaths, on the Gobi Desert eight hundred meters southeast of the direction, here, you can just escape the catastrophe, but you also happen to be able to witness a desert storm with your own eyes!" ”

Everyone was stunned, they didn't understand what Mu Yunhe meant at all, and even thought that Mu Yunhe, a handsome man who was like a god's mansion, was he scared stupid? Started talking nonsense?

However, Mu Yunhe hugged Luo Zhiheng tightly at this moment, and when he looked into Luo Zhiheng's eyes, the cold and murderous face on his face was instantly shattered, but he was no longer warm and clear, and his expression was evil and charming: "Don't worry, I'm here, hold on, and when I solve this old trouble, we'll leave here." ”

"Yes." At this moment, Luo Zhiheng couldn't understand Mu Yunhe's eyes, in those eyes, she couldn't find the early morning that she could see at a glance, but was shrouded in blood and haze that couldn't break free, and it was the light and mystery of wisdom. But it made her inexplicably relieved and trusted.

He held her tight, pressed his hand on her wound, so carefully, tried to stop the flow of blood, but the blood could not stop it from flowing out, so his eyes became colder and more gloomy.

Suddenly, the whole desert pulled a frightening dull feeling, the sky changed in an instant, a haze, it looked as if the whole sky was about to fall, and there was a whirring wind in the desert, rushing from afar, people just felt and heard, and there was wind and sand rolling up and hitting their faces. Then the wind grew louder and louder, as if it could tear through and crush everything, and appeared like a storm.

In an instant, the exclamations of people in horror resounded throughout the desert! But when it just sounded, they were stunned by the scene that appeared in the southeast, and everyone turned around or turned around, looking at the scene that suddenly appeared in the distance, only to feel that the blood was flowing backwards! I don't have any language skills!

Less than a kilometer away, at a glance above the vast desert, not far and not close, but when a disaster strikes, it makes people's hands and feet cold, as if they are close at hand, fear and destruction come, they watch, even breathing is about to stop, but just in this moment, everything is invisible to them.

Yellow sand, long yellow sand, flying and rolling yellow sand, exhaled into the trachea nostrils are the stinging sensation of wind and sand, the sound of the wind almost tears them, the powerful storm is like the devil devouring life, sweeping the vast sea of sand, gluttonous crazy hatred can not swallow anything within the range! And people stood there and witnessed the arrival and departure of a desert storm!

The cold bodies suddenly warmed up, and everything was quiet, but they were affected in the end, covered in wind and dust. At this time, the frightened people suddenly remembered what the man with a peerless face said just now?!

In his ears, his voice seemed to echo in an instant, tornado, southeast, eight hundred meters, ten breaths, desert storm!!

Everything was so accurate and everything was so punctual! If Mu Yunhe is not a devil and can create all this, then Mu Yunhe is a prophet who can predict all this!!

People apparently believe in the latter! Prophet! Where are the prophets in this world? So, how did Mu Yunhe know?

Not to mention that ordinary people looked at him in disbelief, even the group of pharaohs, the world kings and painting saints, were dumbfounded!

When people looked at Mu Yunhe with all kinds of strange worship and frightened eyes, Mu Yunhe said coldly and arrogantly to Zhuge Painting Soul: "This king doesn't want to be contaminated with the world too much, but if your Zhuge family dares to come and offend, believe in this king, this king will only let you, there is come, there is no return!" ”

The voice is so light that it is hoarse, but it contains a thick ruthlessness and confidence, telling the master's words. 13acv。

The pharaohs were still in doubt, but Mu Yunhe wrapped Luo Zhiheng tightly and said, "Ah Heng, we can finally leave here." ”

Luo Zhiheng was not the slightest surprised, as if she already knew, but as if she didn't understand anything. At this moment, Mu Yunhe is her God, whatever he says is what he says, no need to say more, just trust!

Murong Xianxue came back from the shock, and the eyes that looked at Mu Yunhe no longer had the carelessness and pity they had before, but more respect and awe. She is sure that there must be some kind of earth-shattering secret on Mu Yunhe's body, but she can't help it, it's just that Mu Yunhe disdains to be violent/exposed in front of people's eyes, but once this secret is revealed, there will be an uproar in the world! And Mu Yunhe has been hiding it, but I'm afraid that if it wasn't for Luo Zhiheng today, he would hide it until death!

Suddenly felt that Luo Zhiheng was so lucky, a man who was willing to risk the world's disapproval for her, how could Mu Yunhe not be extremely lucky, to be cared for and protected by a woman like Luo Zhiheng?

She stepped forward and wanted to help Luo Zhiheng, after all, now Luo Zhiheng was seriously injured, and Mu Yunhe was also weak, but what made Murong Xianxue stunned and envious was that they made people dodge one by one, one folded his arms, tacitly avoided her help, and looked at her together, Luo Zhiheng's eyebrows were pale but warm as jade, Mu Yunhe's face was pale but cold and arrogant, but the meaning was faintly warm, and the two of them actually said to her invariably: "No, we can go by ourselves." ”

The tacit understanding at that moment was seamless, and there was a spirit in the heart, as if they should be a natural couple, husband and wife. It's really enviable.

Maybe it was too shocking, so when Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng supported each other to leave, no one stopped them, or rather, no one dared to stop them. Because Mu Yunhe's words were very accurate, people who had seen the world thought of a possibility that made them tremble. The cloud is cool.

Luo Zhiheng suddenly turned around and asked the king: "Who won this game?" ”

The king of the world was shocked by this unfathomable husband and wife, he looked at Mrs. Song suddenly, his eyes were pressing, Mrs. Song hurriedly looked at the judges, her eyes were cold. The judges immediately said in unison: "In the third game, Luo Zhiheng won!" ”

The answer was satisfactory, and the king announced loudly with a smile: "The overall champion of the world's first talent competition, Luo Zhiheng!! ”

There was no applause in the competition, and people only felt that their eyes were dry, because in this final, Luo Zhiheng won too miserably. Everyone was moved, but no one could cheer.

Luo Zhiheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Then I will ask the World King to help me receive all my rewards, I want the treasures of the competition." I also ask the king to personally give me the reward I want. ”

Anyway, the reward is the purpose of the king, and her purpose is the blood of the king. She smiled at Mu Yunhe, at this moment her smile was peaceful and beautiful, and she had never had the tranquility and tranquility on her body, and she saw the happiness of hope in life!

At this moment, Mu Yunhe's eyes were moist!

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