Traps Of Love

Leng Yucheng opened his eyes slowly, with an unpredictable smile on his face. "Young child, it's a good thing, but young people are often prone to make self righteous mistakes."

He picked up his chin slightly and shot a cold light in his dark eyes. "I know you've been waiting for me to die. Unfortunately, I want to tell you that even if I die, you will always be under my control and live in hell for the rest of your life. "

"Tonight is the beginning of the feast. I'll let you see with your own eyes the people you care about die one by one in front of you."

"Remember, from birth to death, you are destined to be my accessory plaything of lengyucheng."

Every word is extremely cold, with a low and vicious voice and obvious coldness. Leng Yucheng's eyebrows and eyes were all arrogant.

Declare war, officially begin.

Leng Zetian got up slowly. His slender figure was like a pine and cypress in a cold mountain. He was indomitable, causing a strong pressure. He sneered at Leng Yucheng, thin lips slightly hook, "old fox, is your brain sick?"

"Self abuse or persecution delusion? Have you ever heard a saying that people can't do it. They can do more and die faster. "

Leng Yucheng didn't get angry either. He stretched out his fingers and knocked on the table three times with his knuckles.

Dong -

Dong -

Dong!

Leng Zetian's eyebrows are wrinkled and his heart is suddenly drawn, not because the sound of knocking on the table is too harsh, but because -

he suddenly realizes that the profile of Leng Yucheng knocking on the table is very similar to himself.

The corner of his mouth was full of bitterness. In fact, Leng Yucheng was wrong.

The cruelest way to punish him is not to take away the most important people around him, but to let Leng Zetian realize that blood relationship can't be completely separated.

However, Leng Zetian hated Leng Yucheng, he couldn't accept himself in the darkest part of his heart.

Leng Zetian's deep dark blue eyes have a chill in his bone marrow, which spreads from his spine to his limbs. He suddenly realizes that this may be the important reason why he was able to survive in the cruel task of employing the army.

In his blood and bone, there was something cruel that he had never expected.

Inexplicable, cold.

There is a devil in Leng Zetian's heart.

At this time, amber at the door came in and installed the monitor on the TV in the living room. Soon, the situation in a room of a sea cruise appeared on the TV screen.

In the room, two teams of people were negotiating around the table.

Wu Tai and his men occupied most of the position. On the other side, Gu ziqiao's face was pale, his eyes flickered like a frightened rabbit, and his whole body was still shivering.

Because, not far from Gu ziqiao's side, Wu Tai's men are holding a gun to Gu Guocheng's temple.

The situation is not optimistic.

In the guest room of wanfuyuan, the dangerous breath oppresses and makes it difficult to breathe.

Leng Zetian understood the meaning of Leng Yucheng. His sharp back was stiff for a moment, and soon his deep eyes condensed a strong sense of coldness.

This scene is the beginning of the real massacre.

Gu ziqiao is the first!

So who's next?

Xiaoya, Jinyu or liyunze?

Leng Zetian's heart seems to be pulled hard by something. His eyes suddenly sink and shoot sharp light to Leng Yucheng.

The real answer should be all!

Leng Yucheng wants to attack all the people around him!

Leng Yucheng slowly squinted at Gu ziqiao on TV and said, "good play, officially begins. Zetian, you must take a serious look. This is what I have prepared for you. "