The sound echoed, the black hair fluttered, tearing away the disguise of surrender, leaving only the hatred of tooth for tooth, eye for eye.
The sound of the piano filled the room with excitement.
There was a murderous atmosphere.
A mass killing spree.
Fei Chengliu stood at the door of the hall, clutching his neck tightly, his face turned red, and his eyes were filled with despair.
He's late, he's still late.
Their king, their king of gold, fell in front of him, that enchanting red, that dazzling yellow.
With his knees bent, Fei Chenggong fell to his knees on the ground unable to hold on.
It was his fault. He was in charge of the West Factory and the source of information, but he did not find out Liu Yue's true identity.
It was him who deserved to die, for falling into Xuanyuan Che's trap and distracting his attention for his son.
It was him who was in charge of the West Factory that was in trouble. It was him, it was him. How could he have met such two Rakshasa? If he had known that there would be such a retribution today, he really shouldn't have taken action three years ago. He really shouldn't have done it.
The blood-red eyes in front of him, and the white figure completely overlapped with that of three years ago. He was killing decisively, flying into the sky without makeup, and had a cold and murderous aura that made people lose their soul.
There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and his breathing suddenly tightened. Fei Chengliu suddenly started to tremble, and he hugged his neck and turned pale for an instant.
"Dad, dad, what's wrong with you, dad."
Fei Yan, who had been standing next to Fei Chenglie with red eyes, couldn't help being horrified when he saw this, and screamed loudly.
Can't breathe, can't breathe at all.
With his mouth wide open, like a dehydrated fish, Fei Chenglie felt like stars were popping up in front of his eyes. It was the first time that the god of death was so close to him.
"Let's go." Unable to speak, unable to breathe, under the shadow of death, Fei Chenglie became calm and wrote with trembling fingers on the ground.
After being afraid for three years, he finally doesn't have to be afraid anymore, as long as his son is fine.
"Dad, let's go together...ah..." Before Fei Yan could finish his words, a sharp sword instantly pierced his vest, and an actor stood coldly behind him.