224 Mu Yunhe’s mysterious identity?! (1,600 monthly tickets plus updates) Mu Yunhe used his ruthlessness and cruelty to announce to the people of the world again that this is the lesson of the past! Everyone is optimistic, who dares to touch his bottom line, this is the end!

He wants to do it, he does it. He dares to do it, he does it! No one can stop or change his ideas and means! No matter what the person's identity, status and background are high or low, in his eyes, he only sees Luo Zhiheng's joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness. If he does it, he will do it, who dares to do what he does?

So what if the means are cruel? What if he is scolded for being cruel and cold-blooded? If he can't let Aheng live as he pleases in the few days left, and if Aheng still feels wronged and endured humiliation, then what will happen to Aheng after his death? Wouldn't he be even more bullied and no one can protect him? He will never allow such things to happen! He may not be able to care about it after his death, but he must do everything he can for Aheng during his lifetime, and be cruel, cruel, and leave no way out!

In short, the bottom line is that the woman named Luo Zhiheng has long been formed in his heart as a fragile and fragile pure beauty flower room. No one can touch the last ray of light and redemption in his heart. Whoever touches will be finished!!

Zhuge Huahun finally came back from this huge incident. He staggered over and looked at the blood full of sand, the broken arm, seriously injured granddaughter, Zhuge Huahun turned to Mu Yunhe with a bloody look and said angrily: "Mu Yunhe!! You are a villain who is untrustworthy! You promised not to let her be incomplete."

Mu Yunhe broke up a man in the blink of an eye, but Feng Qingyun was so calm that he didn't even blink his eyes. He said coldly and arrogantly: "I have never promised you anything, what I want to do, what I want to do, it's not the turn of others to point fingers. When I was in the Mu Dynasty, I ordered someone to kill someone, and died at the scene of the No. 1 Talent Competition. Do you know why that person died? Because he wanted to hurt my wife, I said that if anyone hurts Ah Heng, I will kill no one of them!"

"Do you know why Zhuge Hualuan can still shout here with breath? She hurts Aheng more than that dead person! But I am leaving her with a life. I am not afraid of your Zhuge family. I might as well tell you frankly that I want Zhuge Hualuan to suffer, live in the shadow of incompleteness for the rest of my life, and let her trample on her pride and dignity! Seeing the world's despise and contempt for her! Let her live in such a ragged life, and atone for her viciousness and cruelty to Aheng today!" The cold words seemed to come from hell, lonely and cold spread throughout the whole year!

Like under the bloody sun, Mu Yunhe at that moment, he was as cold and arrogant as a reincarnated demon, with a dazzling light, hazy and domineering gale to warn the world.

"What's more, isn't this king also helping your granddaughter fulfill his wish? She kept shouting not to hit her! I am kind-hearted and agreed to her prayer and not to hit her, but I am not so compassionate. She is intact. I am really angry, so I can only cut off her arm and give her a little warning. If you have any objections or dissatisfaction with the Zhuge family, you can come to the Mu Dynasty to find me. As long as I am still alive, I will definitely accompany you to the end!" Mu Yunhe curled his lips, and his 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. There were tiny streams of light between her pale eyebrows, which was amazing. She smiled and raised her hand to wipe the blood splashed on his face. Her cold hands were pale because of excessive blood loss and fell on Mu Yunhe's face. The couple seemed to be immortal corpses buried in an underground ice cellar for a hundred years, cold and pale.

"I will definitely not die. If you will die if I fight so hard, then kill me first and then die." Luo Zhiheng's words were filled with a strong crying voice, and his smile spreads on the corners of his mouth, but it was so hard.

She was never a sentimental person. When her soul was possessed here, she was so panicked and finally became anxious. She had never shed a single tear for herself, but the tears and sobbings in her life were all for Mu Yunhe.

This man's every move can break her heart and make her willing to do anything for him. When she was fighting for him, he was also desperate for her, even if she was ruined or even if she was ruined.

If you have a confidant in life, this life is enough!

Mu Yunhe no longer looked at Zhuge Hualuan like a clown. It was not a big problem for him to kill Zhuge Hualuan, because the fundamental problem was not on Zhuge Hualuan, but on the Zhuge family. Because his most important thing today is the Zhuge family, even if Zhuge Hualuan dies, the Zhuge family wants to take revenge, it is still OK. But Mu Yunhe doesn't care about the so-called revenge, no one can defeat him in anything!

Except Luo Zhiheng!

He never took Zhuge Hualuan seriously, and made Zhuge Hualuan so painful that he couldn't extricate himself. Mu Yunhe was very willing to see it.

"You are the real tragic people!" Zhuge Huahun roared. The people hidden in the Zhuge family fell from the sky in an instant, surrounding the naked photos of Mu Yunhe and the others. Each of them had a kind of slaughtering aura, and the haze was fierce. The two sides were instantly tense and the battle was about to begin.

But Mu Yunhe was not nervous at all. Aside from the faint yin look in her eyebrows, she added a little ridiculous and contempt. At this moment, Mu Yunhe suddenly became mysterious and unfathomable: "Do you bully others with power? Do you really think that I am a soft persimmon, and can you let your Zhuge family knead it at will? I will naturally not be afraid of your Zhuge family. If you want your life, you are afraid that you will still be practicing for hundreds of years. As long as you Zhuge Huahun is not a fool, you should know that I am not just a little prince with a prominent identity in the Mu Dynasty!"

Mu Yunhe said this and many people were confused. They only thought that he was cruel enough that he didn't even take the Zhuge family seriously.

But those old men who had ignored Mu Yunhe for too long had fallen into deep thought. Judging from Mu Yunhe's meaning inside and outside, they said that he had any other identities, but what identity could make him not 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's painting saints? And can they also have the ability to suppress the painting saints?

The Painting Saint naturally didn't believe Mu Yunhe's words. He grinned coldly and said, "Do you think I would believe your words? Bluffing? You are too young! Just a sick person. I will send you on your way today, so as not to be too painful for you to live in this world."

The people around suddenly became full of energy and were about to rush up to take Mu Yunhe.

Luo Zhiheng's whole body was tense in an instant. He wanted to protect Mu Yunhe, but was locked in his arms by Mu Yunhe. The people around him were nervous and ready to start a war. Even the King of the World came over. But Mu Yunhe was still clear and unfathomable. But when he occasionally squinted his eyes, the tiny light in his eyes was like a deep starry sky, wise, confident, and cold.

Seeing that people were confused or unbelievable, Mu Yunhe did not have any extra explanation, but said carelessly as if they were out of touch with each other: "A tornado will sweep by soon, lasting ten breaths, and on the Gobi Desert 800 meters southeast, here, you can escape the disaster, but you also happened to be able to witness a desert storm with your own eyes!"

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what Mu Yunhe meant at all, and even thought that Mu Yunhe, a man who was so handsome that he seemed like a god, was scared silly? Have you started talking nonsense?

However, Mu Yunhe hugged Luo Zhiheng tightly at this moment. He looked into Luo Zhiheng's but some eyes. The cold and fierce face on his face instantly shattered, but it was no longer as gentle and clear as before. He said in a warm and charming voice: "Don't worry, I'll hold on here. When I solve this old trouble, we will leave here."

"Yeah." At this moment, Luo Zhiheng couldn't understand Mu Yunhe's eyes. In those eyes, she could not find the morning that she could see at first sight, but was shrouded in the blood and haze that could not be broken free. The light and mystery of wisdom were the light and mystery of her. But it made her feel at ease and trust her inexplicably.

He hugged her tightly and pressed his hand on her wound, so cautiously trying to stop the blood from flowing, but the blood could not stop it from flowing out, so his eyes became colder and more gloomy.

Suddenly, the entire desert brought a sense of panic and dullness. The sky changed in an instant, and a haze seemed to be like the whole sky was about to collapse. There was a whistle and whistle in the desert, and people just felt the sound of wind and sand rolling up and hitting their faces. Then the wind became louder and louder, as if it could tear apart and storm, appearing like a storm.

In an instant, people's horrified screams resounded throughout the desert! But when they just started, they were stunned by the scene that appeared in the southeast. Everyone turned around or turned around, staring at the scene that suddenly appeared in the distance in a daze, feeling that their blood was flowing backwards! No language ability left!

It was less than a thousand meters away, and it was neither far nor close to the vast desert. But when a disaster hit, it made people feel cold, as if they were close to each other, fear and destruction came. They watched helplessly, and even their breathing was about to stop. However, in this moment, they could not see everything.

The yellow sand, the long yellow sand, the flying yellow sand, the nostrils of the wind and sand are tingling in the nostrils. The sound of the wind almost tear them apart. The powerful storm swept across the vast sea of ​​sand like a devil devouring life, and like a glutton, she wished she could swallow anything in the range! And people stood there and witnessed the arrival and departure of a desert storm!

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

His voice seemed to echo in his ears instantly, tornado, southeast, eight hundred meters, ten breaths, desert storm!!

Everything is so accurate, and everything is 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 obviously believe in the latter! Prophet! Where did the prophet come from in this world? So, how did Mu Yunhe know?

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

While people were looking at Mu Yunhe with various strange worship and horror, Mu Yunhe said to Zhuge Huahun coldly: "I don't want to be too involved in the world, but if your Zhuge family dares to invade you, I believe that I will only let you come, never return!"

The husky voice contained a strong sense of ruthlessness and confidence, telling the master what he said.

The pharaohs were still in amazement, but Mu Yunhe wrapped Luo Zhiheng tightly and said, "Aheng, we can finally leave here."

Luo Zhiheng was not surprised at all, as if he had known it, and as if he didn't understand anything. At this moment, Mu Yunhe was her god, and he would say whatever he said, without much words, just trust!

Murong Xianxue came back from the shock, and looked at Mu Yunhe with no more carelessness and pity as before, but more respect and awe. She was sure that there must be some shocking secret in Mu Yunhe, but she couldn't help it. It was just that Mu Yunhe was disdainful and exposed to people's eyes, but once this secret is revealed, it will definitely cause an uproar in the world! And Mu Yunhe has been hiding it, but I am afraid that he will hide it until death not for Luo Zhiheng today!

Suddenly, I felt that Luo Zhiheng was so lucky that I met a man who was willing to take the blame for her. Isn’t Mu Yunhe extremely lucky to be protected by a woman like Luo Zhiheng?

She stepped forward to help Luo Zhiheng. After all, Luo Zhiheng is seriously injured now, and Mu Yunhe is also weak. But what surprised Murong Xianxue was that he could dodge one by one, and the other closed his arms, and tacitly avoided her help. He also looked at her together. Luo Zhiheng's eyebrows were pale but gentle as jade. Mu Yunhe's face was pale but arrogant, but his meaning was faintly warm. The two actually said to her at the same time: "No, we can go by ourselves."

The tacit understanding at that moment was seamless and in harmony, as if they were born with a couple, and they were really enviable.

Maybe it was too shocked, so when Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng supported each other and wanted to leave, no one stopped him, or in other words, no one dared to stop him. Because Mu Yunhe's words were very accurate, people who had seen the world thought of a possibility that made them frightened.

But Luo Zhiheng suddenly turned around and came to the king: "Who won this game?"

The King of the World was shocked by the mysterious couple and was uneasy. He looked at Mrs. Song suddenly, and his eyes were forced. Mrs. Song quickly looked at the judges, with a cold look. The judges immediately spoke in unison: "Luo Zhiheng won the third game!"

The answer was satisfactory, and the King of the World announced with a smile: "The champion of the world's No. 1 Talent Contest, Luo Zhiheng!!"

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

Luo Zhiheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then please ask the King of the World to help me collect my rewards. I want the treasures that I received in the competition. Please give me the rewards I want in person."

Anyway, reward is the purpose of the King of the World, and her purpose is the blood of the King of the World. She smiled at Mu Yunhe. At this moment, her smile was peaceful and beautiful. The tranquility and tranquility that she had never had before was the joy of seeing the hope of life!

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