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1090. Sure enough, she is a damned woman!

Unfortunately, this extraordinary man does not belong to her. He is destined to never belong to her. Even if she tries her best, she will not belong to her. Since that's the case, why keep it?

No other women can imagine that she can't get men, especially Jun Qianxi!

The sinisterness between Helian Ling's eyebrows became heavier and heavier. She suddenly changed the music. This soothing light music was like spring rain nourishing the earth and causing seeds to break out of the ground.

Duanmu Ming looked at her coldly, and then the spiritual pressure on his body was instantly released.

The clouds surrounding him and filled his body were shaken out by this powerful spiritual pressure, and the place where he was present appeared in a vacuum.

"It turns out to be a damn woman!"

He looked at Helian Ling who stopped playing the flute with mocking mocking, and wanted to plot in person, he was afraid that only Jun Qianxi could succeed in this world because that was what he allowed.

Duanmu Ming gathered spiritual power on his palm and slapped her forehead, as if he was going to shatter her soul with one palm.

Helian Ling did not fight back. She stood aside with a calm attitude, with the jade flute standing across her chest: "Young Master Ming, are you sure you want to kill me? If you kill me, you can't go in again in Zi Palace!"

Duanmu Ming's palm stopped a few centimeters away from her.

"Jun Qianxi wants to go into the purple palace, right? Isn't it for her that you can do anything? So what if I let me go?" Helian Ling raised the flute in his hand and put it on his wrist, and put it slightly with force.

His wrist pressed down: "Young Master Ming, Ling'er's little heart is very fragile, but he can't resist being scared. Don't scare others again in the future!"

She laughed a few times and took a quick step back, and her figure disappeared into the thick clouds.

Duanmu Ming swept his spiritual sense and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Of course, I am willing to lose my life for my Xier. Don't compare your life with my Xiao Xier's wish.

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After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

A crisp "crackling" sounded in the clouds and mist, which was caused by the fists being pinched too tightly.

Helian Ling looked at the disappearing back and saw the murderous intent in her eyes stronger, but soon she suppressed the angriness in her heart.

In Duanmu Ming's heart, Jun Qianxi is the cloud in the sky. He holds it in his hand and is afraid of losing it. He holds it in his mouth and is afraid of melting it. He is an existence that cannot be compared with everything in the world.

And her Helian Ling is the mud on the ground, and he didn't even bother to step on it.

She had accepted this fact long ago. Although she was a little angry in her heart, the only thing that existed was anger and there would be no more heartache.

Her sincerity has been trampled and shattered, and no matter what happens in the future, it will never happen again.

Her goal now is to keep getting stronger and then take revenge.

She will pay the price of bleeding for everyone who has hurt her.

"Sneeze!"

After being constantly thinking about it in his heart, Jun Qianxi couldn't help but sneeze.

She rubbed the tip of her nose and took a few deep breaths before starting to control the stone tablet. The sneeze was so sudden that it was obvious that someone was constantly scolding her behind her back.

Anyway, people are born to be scolded, and only when they are scolded can they have a sense of existence.

When I think of this depression in my heart, it will disappear, and all I have left is a positive life.

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang"
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