Du Youye didn't answer but asked instead, "Lu Tiancheng, you have been so romantic in the world, but have you ever been sincere?"
Lu Tiancheng looked up and looked at the dazzling sunlight, his eyes a little dazed. "Who knows."
Du Youye sighed quietly, "That would be a bit difficult. The young master has no intention and can only be killed by his beloved."
Liu Wuxin's eyebrows were free of any emotion, and he turned around and left. His faint voice was still floating in the hall, "Killing you has stained my hands, and I want Mr. Lu to commit suicide."
Lu Tiancheng lived up to his expectations and stood there stupidly, drooling all over the floor. Liu Wuxin looked away, and his voice was also calm and cold, "Master Lu, do you think that if we fight again, you can see Liu's appearance just now without being distracted?"
Du Youye looked at Lu Tiancheng with a gloomy face, "Could it be that you are sincere?"
Lu Tiancheng looked at the sky resignedly, "Yes."
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