Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart Chapter 1190: His life is completely over
Lu Liangwei was not surprised to see Long Chi, master and servant, in a panic.
Sitting on a chair, she glanced at Long Chi, "Hand over the key!"
As soon as she appeared, Long Chi's eyes seemed to be glued to her, and he kept staring at her.
That sticky gaze disgusted Lu Liangwei, but now is not the time to kill him.
"I won't hand over the key." Long Chi looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled softly.
"That's up to you!" Long Xuan's face darkened, and he stepped forward to search him.
Long Chi's complexion changed.
Soon, Long Xuan found a delicate and small silver key from him.
He hooked the corner of his mouth, and raised the key in his hand at him, as if silently laughing at him.
Long Chi narrowed his eyes gloomily.
Long Xuan didn't take it seriously, turned around and handed the key to Chu Jiu, "Go and try it."
Chu Jiu took it, and immediately stepped forward to unlock Lu Liangwei.
Without any accident, the key successfully opened the chain on Lu Liangwei's hand, followed by the anklet.
When the heavy chain was removed, Lu Liangwei suddenly felt relaxed physically and mentally.
She turned her wrist, stood up, and raised her hand to slap Long Chi hard.
Long Chi's face was turned away from the beating, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He has never been slapped in the face like this since he was a child. Even if the person in front of him is his love, he can't accept it. His face is ashen, and his eyes stare at Lu Liangwei angrily.
Lu Liangwei didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.
Sure enough, hitting someone is fun, but at the same time, the palm of your hand hurts too.
She originally wanted to give him a few more slaps to repay the humiliation she had suffered during this period, but at the same time, her hands would hurt, so she had to give up.
"The three of them have been dealt with, and we will set off back to Dashang immediately." When Lu Liangwei said this, his eyes were on Long Xuan.
Long Xuan's eyes flashed, and he understood her intention.
She thought that he and Long Chi were brothers after all, so she wouldn't have the heart to kill him, right?
It is true!
No matter how hateful Long Chi is, the two have the same blood in their bodies.
However, he didn't hide it, he met Lu Liangwei's eyes calmly, and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to hide it from Aunt Huang, I really can't do anything to him, but that doesn't mean that I will soften my heart and plead for him. "After that, he shot out suddenly, and the broken sword in his hand was drawn to the throats of Liu Fu and Jiang Chong, killing them with one sword.
The two of them stared wide-eyed and fell straight down, blood flowing all over the ground in an instant.
Lu Liangwei admired Long Xuan's frankness, and could understand his embarrassment, so he didn't force him.
She just wanted an attitude from him.
Without her ordering anything, Chu Jiu has already drawn out the sword in his hand.
Long Chi's face was ashen, looking at the woman standing there, indifferent to the life and death of others, before Chu Jiu's sword pierced his heart, he suddenly said: "Wait a minute!"
Chu Jiu paused, and looked at Lu Liangwei asking for instructions.
Lu Liangwei said indifferently: "If you have any last words, tell them!"
Long Chi was shocked by her indifference, and he didn't dare to think that she still had affection for him in her heart.
He froze for a while, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Lu Liangwei, do you really hate me that much? Apart from that, you have no affection at all?"
Lu Liang smiled, and said in a cold voice, "You are wrong."
When Long Chi heard the words, hope was rekindled in his eyes, but when he heard what Lu Liangwei said, the look in his eyes immediately disappeared.
"I don't have any love for you, so where does the hatred come from? Where does the love come from? But, I really hate you very much!" After Lu Liangwei finished speaking unhurriedly, Chu Jiu had already raised his hand again in the sword.
Long Chi's eyes were filled with ashes.
When the cold sword pierced through his chest, his life was completely over.