Qiu Futian was so scared that he let go: "This..."

He stared at his hands stupidly.

It seems that he didn't use any force, so why did he slapped the person and vomited blood?

Qiu Wushuang's heart inexplicably ached and her eyebrows were furious.

She wanted to step forward, but was stopped by the sense of estrangement on Ling Luoyu.

Qiu Wentian asked nervously: "Brother King of Hell, what's wrong with you?"

Ling Luoyu Danshui wiped away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth without any trace: "It's okay, it's just that I was injured by the shock and was spit out... It's fine..."

Qiu Wentian hesitated for a moment, but finally took out a silk parquet from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Wipe..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils shrank slightly and subconsciously wanted to take it, but Du Luoyu entangled it in time.

"Mom! Why are you so kind to her?"

Looking at her hand holding Qiu Wushuang's arm, Ling Luoyu's heart trembled violently.

They are also daughters, one is like a stranger, and the other is pampered and indulgent.

No matter what reason Qiu Wushuang abandoned her, she could not forgive her!

With light curled lips, Ling Luoyu rubbed blood on his sleeve.

"Madam, I'm not that pretentious..."

Du Luoyu looked unhappy: "How did you say?! My mother is not doing it for your own good? She even scolded me for being uneducated? I think you are uneducated!"

Ling Luoyu's evil lips curled, and his black eyes were as cold as a blade.

"Du Luoyu, the difference between us is... I don't have a mother's teaching, you have a mother's teaching... It doesn't matter if I'm not educated, but if you're not educated, you will make people laugh!"

The corners of her lips were tilted, and the evil spirits were all revealed. When her sleeves were wiping the blood, she looked at Qiu Wushuang with her black eyes and provoked her all.

"Madam, do you think so?"

There was a strong smell of gunpowder on her body, and Qiu Wentian and others were puzzled.

It is understandable that they hate Qiu Wushuang.

Why is she a newcomer so resentful to Qiu Wushuang?

It seems like there is a deep hatred between them.

Qiu Wushuang was questioned and speechless.

For some reason, she always had a special feeling in front of this young man named Hell.

But she couldn't figure out what this feeling was.

Qiu Yinchuan carefully squeezed over: "Second uncle, third uncle..."

He glanced at Qiu Wushuang with fear, and finally greeted him.

"Miss Fourth..."

Qiu Wushuang could see that she was not popular here, so she forced a chuckle and turned around and left with Du Luoyu.

As soon as she left, Qiu Yinchuan stood up.

"Second uncle, third uncle, I'll introduce it to you..."

——

The road of Bianwei Mountain is slanted and winding, and winding upwards.

Du Ziming carried his hands on his back, walked slowly without rushing and calmly, looking straight ahead, his face gloomy and silent.

The guards around him didn't dare to talk too much, so they could only follow him carefully.

Suddenly—

He suddenly stopped and gasped: "Is it her?!"

Without waiting for others to ask, he instinctively shook his head.

"No! Impossible!"

Du Ziming's words made the guards behind him inexplicably.

"Honor?"

"Is Mr. Qi back?"

"Back!"

"So quickly ask Lao Qi to come to Bianwei Mountain... I just said I want him to recognize someone!"

"Recognize people?" The guard was a little puzzled: "Head of the family, please forgive me for taking the liberty... Who do you want Qi Lao to recognize?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Du Ziming's lips: "A few days ago, he met that person in the capital... So, I want to be sure whether this person is her!!"

The guard became more and more confused: "Head of the family, who do you want to determine?"

"Ling Luoyu!"
Chapter completed!