Qiao Luo's voice was slightly hoarse, "It has nothing to do with you."

It's really...

Enemies have a narrow road.

Long Beijue raised his hand and stroked his hair back, chuckling, "It really has nothing to do with this young master."

The conversation turned abruptly, and the tone was interesting, "I passed by last time, and Boss Qiao also passed by here today?"

Qiao Luo didn't say anything, turned around and left.

After walking two steps, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the cynical smiling face with scarlet eyes.

"Long Beijue, what do you want?"

What a hell.

Why did he just run into it?

Long Beijue's eyes were slightly raised, "Can Boss Qiao walk on this road? Can this young master walk?"

The severe pain that finally suppressed occupied her head again. Qiao Luo clenched his fists, and the reason between his eyebrows and eyes was gradually eroded by the madly painful feeling.

Little by little...

Reason lingers on the brink of collapse.

She growled at him, "Go away."

Seeing something wrong with her, Long Beijue curled the smile on his face and became serious, "Qiao Luo, what's wrong with you?"

Before he finished speaking, the woman's thin body trembled uncontrollably, and the blue veins on her neck became clearer.

“One condition.”

Her tone trembled and her breath gradually became disordered.

"Walk."

Time is coming, and she is almost unable to control herself.

Long Beijue still understood the intermittent words.

Seeing her eyes become complicated, she was willing to give him a condition just to let him leave?

"Qiao Luo, you..."

Qiao Luo interrupted him, raised his head, and looked at him fiercely, like a wounded beast, "You didn't hear me when you asked you to leave, right?"

When she said something, she took action unexpectedly.

The palm wind turns into a fist, and the moves are cruel.

Long Beijue dodged and raised his hand to block her fist, just defending.

However, his concessions did not make the situation better.

Qiao Luo was like a sane beast fighting, and his attacks were getting faster and faster.

This is not a solution.

Long Beijue's eyes slightly condensed, and he suddenly stopped and stood there.

The next moment, the neck was strangled by a cold hand.

At the same time, he grabbed her wrist and shouted in a low voice, "Joluo."

Four eyes are opposite.

The murderous intent surged in her eyes was shocking, and the eyes looked at him were filled with coldness and hostility.

Qiao Luo in front of him was too strange, as if he had lost his mind and was completely controlled by emotions.

Not sure why she suddenly became crazy, Long Beijue let out a light voice, "Qiao Luo, let go first, I am not your enemy."

Qiao Luo stared at him, a trace of clarity flashed deep in his eyes, and the hand that grabbed his neck gradually took off his strength.

Before Long Beijue could breathe a sigh of relief, his cold hands covered his neck again.

She bent her body close, her eyes glowing red, "Why do you want to betray me, why..."

"Everyone wants me to die, and everyone wants me to die."

She laughed wildly, her amber eyes were soaked in water, and the faint rouge on the corners of her eyes couldn't help but feel heartbreaking.

She forced him to ask, "You want me to die, right?"

Long Beijue held her hand and looked into her red eyes, her thin lips moved slightly, "No."

Just two words soothe her irritable and collapsed emotions.

Qiao Luo was stunned and looked at him with a stagnant look.

Long Beijue breathed a sigh of relief and softened his tone, "Qiao Luo, calm down."

"Look clearly, I am Long Beijue, and I am not your enemy."

Facing the man's deep black eyes, the broken reason gradually pieced together, and the scarlet redness in Qiao Luo's eyes gradually faded.

She let go of her hands, as if she had been drained from her whole body, and her steps were floating and retreating.
Chapter completed!