Chapter 2: Hazy color

Under the hazy moonlight, everything seemed so erratic...
Twenty-nine corpses, hideous faces and strange postures, stumps and broken arms are scattered all over the floor, and the gurgling blood is intertwined into a gloomy picture.
The girl had a white robe like brocade and her black hair like satin.
His whole body was red with blood.
Laughter is more beautiful than flowers, and eyes are more melodious than the sun.
Lu Ming never knew that such a vulgar world would have such a pair of eyes—so touching!
She didn't say a word, nor did she move, but in the yard full of dead bodies, she curled her lips and smiled lightly at him.
Thrilling!
Obviously just a girl who is not more than fifteen and sixteen, how can she have such amorous feelings?
"Whose family is she from?" Lu Ming subconsciously stayed for a moment, then suddenly asked the captain beside him.
The captain's eyebrows clumped, but he remembered that the subordinates had already checked it again just now. The thirty "sacrifices" should have died out, why is there still a living mouth...?
"Back to Your Highness, she is Leng's youngest daughter." Although full of horror, he answered the boss's doubts for the first time.
Lengjia? Lu Ming gently rubbed the cup with his fingertips, his eyes thoughtful.
The captain thought he didn't know the details of the inside, so he lowered his voice and said softly: "After her sister went abroad to study, she was once rated as the most talented noble daughter in the Middle East. Because of her outstanding appearance and talent, few people noticed her."
Isn't it obvious compared to your sister?
Pearls and dark dust in reality? No wonder he had seen the Leng family attend a banquet with his daughter several times before, but he had never seen her. Presumably, her father had never moved his eyes of appreciation from his eldest daughter to her. Lu Ming looked at those eyes that looked like colored glaze in the moonlight, and sighed lowly, fearing that the second lady of the Leng family was the real rare pearl.
"But what else do you want to say?" Lu Ming put down the red wine, it was much harder to be patient, and looked at Leng Yiyao with a slight smile, only to give her the last chance to leave a last word. But I sighed in my heart, such wonderful eyes, it is a pity to die...
Leng Yiyao shook her head, looking at the clear full moon tonight, the dazzling silver light seemed to slowly seep out of her eyes, the stream was overflowing, and the beauty was like a legend. The silence all around is like an underground palace, but she listened to her pretty and authentically: "Your Highness, you asked the wrong person."
"Oh?" This girl is still young, but her temperament is unmatched. The sound is even more elegant and clear, beautiful and indispensable. Although she was questioning, and the blood around her was full of stench, Lu Ming was rather interested: "Then, who do you think I should ask about this?" There will never be a sharp weapon around her. Of fifteen bodyguards. He laughed softly.
What a beauty. As a man, with such a face, she has only seen this once in her past and present life.
Leng Yiyao gave him a slight compliment, and returned him with a magnificent smile: "Your Highness, you should keep this to yourself."
Leave it to yourself?
Before Lu Ming could react, he saw her eyes lightly raised, and a cold light flashed in an instant like lightning in the sky.
In the next instant, a sharp metal collision buzzed through everyone's eardrums in the air.
"bass"--
With such a soft sound, all the bodyguards turned pale for a moment, and their pupils tightened....