Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

There was a loophole in Tang Pei's unwavering heart.

After he said these words, his whole body seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he instantly became soft, as if he had lost his faith.

Indeed, it was his own choice to betray his beliefs.

"Very good." Murong Lin nodded with satisfaction and released his hand from Lu Haimiao's neck.

Lu Haimiao's eyes were already filled with tears.

She heard that Tang Pei was willing to violate the rules of his sect in order to save her, and was suffering from inner torment and pain.

She now knew her position in Tang Pai's mind.

But she was not happy at all.

How uncomfortable is Tang Pei now? How bleak is that?

Lu Haimiao always felt that she was a waste. Not only could she not help the man she loved, but she also made him suffer such humiliation just to save her.

Lu Haimiao was angry and wanted to fight back.

But she knew that she was far from Murong Lin's opponent.

Feeling that Murong Lin released the spiritual power suppressing his body, Lu Haimiao could finally take steps.

Tang Pei looked at her from the other side, full of regret and unwillingness.

At this moment, Murong Lin stretched out his hand and slid the thin knife in his hand slightly.

Under the bright moonlight, the thin blade of the knife shone with white moonlight, carrying 053 wisps of chill, as if the cold was engraved on the bones.

Half of the thin blade of this thin knife was still in the moonlight.

Where is the other half?

Tang Pei turned around and saw that the other half of the thin knife had gone deep into Lu Haimiao's back.

However, Lu Haimiao didn't seem to feel anything and continued to walk forward until her body stepped out of the blade of the thin knife. She still didn't realize that she had been stabbed.

Tang Pei just took the jade slip he had just taken out and prepared to hand over a copy of Tang Zong's Secret Book of Seven Laws to Murong Lin.

When he saw Lu Haimiao's face gradually turning pale, but still with a smile on his face, his heart broke.

Behind him, Murong Lin was still holding his thin knife, but his eyes were filled with mockery.

There was no trace of blood on the white blade. Even though it had been stabbed into the back before, it was still so thin and cold without any warmth. load

This is Di Qinglin's knife.

It was also Murong Lin's sword.

"The Qi is as high as the sky, and the heart is as thin as the knife." This is the ruthless sword technique.

But Lu Haimiao, who was killed, still didn't feel that his life was passing away.

She threw herself into Tang Pai's arms, crying and wanting to say something, but it was difficult to speak because the sadness was clogged in her throat.

She didn't know why Tang Pei's eyes still looked so sad and desolate.

But she really felt that Tang Pei was sad for herself.

This shows that Tang Mei also loves him in his heart.

She was a little happy for a moment, but her body collapsed weakly in Tang Pai's arms.

Tang Pei knelt down after her, held her in his arms, and looked at her sadly.

As a member of the Tang Sect, he had long felt that Lu Haimiao's internal organs had been completely destroyed along with an invisible scar, gradually losing their function.

Lu Haimiao was now relying on his constant input of spiritual power to hold his breath.

"you can……"

Lu Haimiao lay in Tang Pei's arms, her eyes starting to become blurry.

She felt as if she and Tang Pei were the only ones left in the whole world, and there was no one else.

There is no father who was killed, no master who was controlled, and no big devil.

She wanted to hear Tang Pei say those words with her own ears.

The words I had been waiting for for a long time.

"Can you... say..."

She spoke brokenly.

The delicate expression on his face began to fade.