Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

"Oh! Damn boy, curse the old man to die first, you go down and fill the hole for the old man!" Di Bo suddenly waved his hand, and Huang Yurui's whole figure was thrown into the pit by a khaki-yellow light.

"Ah!" Huang Yurui wanted to control his body, but found that he couldn't move at all. He was about to fall hard into the pit, and quickly screamed, "Mu Yu, help me! I can't move!"

The grief-stricken Mu Yu finally raised his head, and saw Huang Yurui's body slammed towards him. He glanced at Di Bo. Seeing the old man's angry look, he could only throw a thick purple light from his palms, and dropped his hand. The coming Huang Yurui caught it.

"I'm scared to death, Di Bo, stop playing with me, I'm already very sad now." Huang Yurui wailed as soon as he landed.

"The old man has no time to see you sad. If you can't figure it out, just fill in the hole. Otherwise, don't come out. The old man will go eat something first." After speaking, the figure disappeared in a flash, leaving behind a huge khaki-yellow mask.

"Ah! Di Bo, stop playing and let us out!" Huang Yurui said eagerly, seeing that Di Bo was gone, he howled in frustration, "What kind of a day is it today? One old and one old Don't bully us at all!"

Mu Yu looked up at him, his eyes were a little red and swollen, his handsome face was still covered with dust, he really didn't look handsome, but he was still cold.

"Mu Yu, don't be too sad. It's not that we don't have a chance, it's just that we don't have a chance for the time being. Maybe that kid Mo Xingchen will empathize with someone else in the future. Don't we have a chance? We are still young, don't be afraid Don't be afraid." Huang Yurui comforted himself.

Mu Yu still didn't speak, just stood there motionless, his eyes became hollow and distant.

"Son, if you want Xiao Luo to be happy, then let go." Ye Li's voice sounded.

When Mu Yu heard this, she turned to look at Huang Yurui, and suddenly tears rolled down her face.

"Master, my heart hurts so much." He pressed his hand on his chest, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp knife.

"I know that love has hurt people the most since ancient times, but you also need to know that if you really care about her, you shouldn't make her sad. Xiaoluo is a good woman. She has suffered a lot for me and you. We can't I'm sorry for her." Ye Li persuaded.

"Yes, but I can't live without her." When Mu Yu thought that he would never see Fan Tianluo again, he felt that he might as well die.

"You won't be without her, it's just another way. I believe she will treat you no worse than Mo Xingchen, or even better than Mo Xingchen. In Xiaoluo's heart, the friendship for you is more important than love. .” Ye Li said.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Huang Yurui immediately said with bright eyes, "Xiaoluo herself said so, we are her friends, she will care more about us than Mo Xingchen! Hehe, in this way, she will find out If I’m good, maybe I’ll empathize with someone else.”

"You're dreaming!" Mu Yu said angrily.

"How did you dream? What I said is true, I just think Xing Chen won't be in love, just wait for them to break up! Humph!" Huang Yurui said holding his breath.

"Cough, cough, cough." Ye Li could only cough, he really couldn't see through the child now.

Mo Xingchen, who had been eavesdropping, was so angry that his handsome face was completely distorted, but the big hands around Fan Tianluo's shoulders tightened even more, and he said bitterly in his heart: "If you want to snatch my woman, do it in your next life!"