Lu Ming did not die

Lu yunxiong, just give up. Even if I die, I won't let you have your way!

Li Ping berated.

"B * tch, what's the use of you hanging on? Your husband is dead. Now, that little b * stard Lu Ming is dead too. I want all of you to die for opposing me!"

Lu yunxiong berated.

"You're talking nonsense. My son, Lu Ming, will never die!"

Li Ping shouted.

"Won't die? Don't lie to yourself, he's already dead, you have no one to rely on. "

Lu yunxiong laughed coldly as he attacked Li Ping.

"Ming 'er!"

Li Ping's body trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Although she did not admit it, she knew very well that Lu Ming had really met with an accident.

The mystical sword sect had specially sent someone to announce it, so how could it be wrong?

She was in despair.

"Lu yunxiong, aren't you afraid of being punished by the higher-ups of the mystical sword sect for what you've done?"

One of the core elders shouted.