Jimo's smile on his lips became deeper: "Duanmu family? Who is the sacred place? I wonder if I have the opportunity to meet His Highness Chen's elders?"

"You are not worthy!" Duanmu Chen said lightly.

His expression and tone were not at all contempt, as if he was saying something very natural.

"Isn't it worthy?" Jimo chuckled and said, "Since Your Highness Chen knows the Di family, have you ever heard of the surname Jimo?"

Seeing that Duanmu Chen did not answer, Jimo laughed a few times: "It seems that you have never heard of it, otherwise you wouldn't have said such arrogant words."

Duanmu Chen raised his eyebrows and did not argue with him anymore, which completely reduced the style of the Duanmu family.

Jimo's eyes changed a little, and he read an absolute confidence from Duanmu Chen's expression.

It seems that no matter how powerful Jimo is, it cannot be compared with Duanmu.

Jimo's eyes were flowing, and the thick blinds covered the thoughts in his eyes and became silent.

Those present saw the two men fighting against each other, and felt their hearts hanging high and falling silently.

They suddenly felt that the two men were restraining each other for their own reasons and would not make any major moves in a short period of time.

On the other side, it was not as calm as here, and it had already been surging.

"Miss Qing, Master Jimo said that I wish your dreams come true. I wonder what dreams you have?" Yin Tingting's jade fingers were rotating, and the soul-condensing flute seemed to be spiritual, turning between her fingers, and the dark light flowed around, easily involving everyone's minds.

"You might as well say it out, so as not to have no chance after waiting for Yue to answer softly, Yin Tingting spoke again.

When she held the Soul-Condensing Flute, her temperament was completely different.

Her face was a soft smile, her skin was white and red, her beautiful eyes seemed to have eyes flowing, especially her lips, which became hot, plump and moist under the unconscious face of her tongue.

"I really didn't expect that Miss Ting had no life but had a heart..."

Everyone was confused, what is March 8?

Even Yin Tingting looked puzzled and subconsciously looked at Yue Xiaoxuan.

"The meaning of March 8 is usually specifically referring to those eight women who are good at catching wind and shadows and lack femininity. Many people will add the word "stinky" or "death" in front of them when they say it! For example... Yin Tingting, you are "stinky" and "Yin Tingting, you are "stinky" and "Yin Tingting, you are "stinky" and "Yin Tingting, you are "stinky" and "Yin Tingting, you are "stinky" and "Yin Tingting, you are "stinky" and "Yin Tingting!"

Yue Xiaoxuan pouted her little mouth and explained softly. The originally ugly words spoken from his mouth always made him feel ridiculous.

"March 8 can also refer to women. What my mother said just now means: Miss Ting, you can't get married in your whole life, and you don't even want an old virgin that a man wants after taking off all your legs. You don't even have the qualifications to be a 38 woman, but you still want to climb onto a man's bed and sleep and turn into a 38 woman every day!"

This passage was very casual and without breathing, which completely shocked the people present.

"I really deserve to be the child of the young girl!"

Listening to the admiration coming from time to time around, Yue Qingqing had many horses running wildly in her heart.

Xuanbao's speech is so artistic, and it has something to do with her?

Is this not following her personality at all okay?

He was also shot while lying naked!
Chapter completed!