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"Oh? Is it? Han Wei looked at Han Luo, felt the murderous aura that Han Luo emanated from his words, and snorted, "So what?" In short, whether she is alive or dead, she is mine. ”

"Second uncle, you are wrong. She is who she is, does not belong to anyone, and will not be labeled by anyone. Han Luo said, the murderous aura in his voice gradually slowed down.

"Maybe." Han Wei sighed, suddenly stopped laughing, and asked, "Ah Luo, do you know the person that Zhilan never forgot when he was dying?" ”

"I don't know." Han Luo's expression was calm, without a trace of falsehood. He knew more or less about the maid's emotions, but that was many years ago, and he never responded. Now, maybe the maid will have a new relationship?

"Haha, I really don't know?" Hanwei seemed to have heard one of the biggest jokes. Didn't that woman like Hanluo for many years?

"Yes." Han Luo's expression changed, and when he answered, his voice trembled slightly.

"Oh, that's fine. If you don't know, you don't know, just let those be my secrets, the secrets between me and her. Han Wei took out a silver hairpin from his arms, put it in his palm and looked at it carefully, and said abruptly: "Ah Luo, do you think she likes me or not?" ”

Sometimes, people like to get to the bottom of things, as if it is the salvation of the soul, born innocent, and when they are gone, they also boil everything down clearly, and they are no longer in arrears.

Han Wei knew that his life was coming to an end, but that wisp of doubt was too uncomfortable to hide in his heart, making it difficult for him to let go even if he disappeared.

Although he did something like that to Zhilan, he still hoped that in Zhilan's heart, even if there was only a little impression, it would not belong to his badness, but to his persistent sincerity......

"Second uncle, what if I told you that you will never get what you want?" Han Luo walked slowly towards Han Wei, his gaze fell on the silver hairpin and stayed for a moment, and he couldn't help but reveal a little tenderness.

"Will it be......" Han Wei wondered. For so many years, he didn't know what he wanted.

Reputation?

Right?

Money?

Beauty?

Or, neither.

What Han Wei wants is just a life that belongs to him, above board, and frankly......

…………

Hanwei is dead.

He died at the hands of Hanluo.

When a touch of ice crossed his neck, cutting his throat and blood gushing out, he subconsciously looked at the cold light that swept past his eyes.

A silver hairpin.

The edge of the hairpin floated past Hanwei's neck in an extremely dazzling way, with a certain visual artistic sense, making a subtle sound.

Bang!

Han Wei clutched his neck and fell to the ground, knocking over two stools in succession, thinking about it, the pain must be unbearable for ordinary people.

Han Luo deliberately relaxed his strength, did not kill him, and killed Han Wei in one fell swoop, and died in one fell swoop.

He read that Han Wei was his second uncle, leaving Han Wei a breath of coolness, and then, he sat down with his robe on, waiting quietly, waiting for Han Wei to reflect on the face of death.

"Second uncle, I know you are a poor person. In some things, it's also my father who is sorry for you. However, this is not a reason for you to hurt others. Han Luo said slowly, looking out through the glass window.

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he saw, occasionally flashing a trace of pity, but it was fleeting, and he disappeared into the deep lake of eyes, silent, deep, and beautiful like an ocean.

Blood spilled from Hanwei's fingers, soaking through the hem of his neck and staining patches of bright red.

Han Weiwu opened his mouth and seemed to be smiling.

His throat was agitating, his Adam's apple was sliding up and down, but there was no sound in his throat, only the shape of his mouth was saying, "Don't be pretending." ”

If Han Luo really thinks that Han Tian is sorry for him, he will go to Han Tian to theorize, instead of helping Han Tian kill him!

Han Luo didn't look at Han Wei's face, at this time, as long as he saw Han Wei's face, he would think of the female corpse that was in the wilderness of violent corpses.

What a beautiful bride!

What a poignant way to die!

Han Luo was almost 100% sure that the bride was Zhilan.

He was so weak that he didn't even recognize a girl who was once so beautiful.

"Second uncle, aren't you distressed?" Han Luo wanted to know the answer to this question.

If you really love someone, but you let that person die in your own hands, you should feel distressed, right?

At least, no matter what others think, he will.

Hanwei's mouth opened wide, blood already running down his jaw.

He held the wound down, trying to stop the heart-rending pain, but unfortunately, the pain remained in his body as always, never leaving the slightest.

"Ahh......h

The hand holding the wound drooped down, and the blood in the palm of the palm ran down the fingertips, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Han Luo sat at the table, playing with the silver hairpin in his hand, the sun's rays fell down the window sash, enveloping him inside, his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, hiding in transparency, deep and quiet, obscure.

After a while, he stood up, put the silver hairpin into the cuff, and carefully placed it before stepping away.

Before leaving, he didn't look at Han Wei, ignoring the piercing pool of blood, and his expression was flat.

This is the result that Hanwei deserves.

The bright red blood color is terrifying and charming, echoing the bride she once met on the way back, and it can be regarded as a belated reparation.

…………

When the Han family found out that Han Wei was dead, Han Luo had already left the Han family.

He took the pony that Caia had returned, and went back the way he had come, without any purpose, and kept going, and going, as if he were going to reach the end of the day.

The head of the Han family, Han Tian, was furious, and ordered someone to deal with Han Wei's matter overnight.

He sent people to look for Han Luo, one is to discuss a countermeasure to Han Wei's death, to block the doubts of the clansmen, and the other is to be the head of the family.

Hantian thought he had been in a high position for too long.

Now that time flies, time flies, and a new era is coming, an identity like him needs to retreat bravely from the tide of the times in order to protect his reputation.

However, it was at this time that his own brother was killed by his own son......

Han Luo sent someone to reply to Han Tian, but after a few words, the six relatives did not recognize it: from then on, although it was the surname of the Han family, it was not the Han family.

He is willing to be a leaf and stay in a strange land. I am also willing to turn into duckweed, wander with the beautiful stream and sea, and watch the tide surge......

He deeply reflected that in the matter of Zhilan, Han Wei was not the only one who was responsible, and he could not escape the blame!