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Chapter 1305: Heroes don't ask where they came from, gangsters don't ask how old they are.

And because she disobeyed her master, she was imprisoned here by her master to think about her mistakes.

It has been more than two months since I took a step outside this barrier!

When he met Feng Lingyan at this moment, his old and new hatreds were brought together, and he couldn't help but show up and ridicule her.

Feng Lingyan didn't know what happened next. When she heard what she said, her heart was pounding.

Seeing her sad smile at this moment, my heart moved.[

Heroes don't care about their origins, and rogues don't care about their age.

Maybe, she really fell in love with Yue Li...

I couldn't help but say: "What you call in your sleep may not necessarily mean you like it. Dreams are originally illusory things. You don't have to pay too much attention to it."

She still remembered that when she was in modern times, there was a time when 008 Meng Tianxiao entangled her so tightly that it actually made her dream about it several times.

I talked in my sleep several times, and one time my boss overheard me, causing him to misunderstand me for several days...

Meng Hongchao was stunned and glanced at her.

Was she comforting her?

Feng Lingyan said a word and secretly smiled bitterly in her heart.

I am not usually such a kind-hearted person.

Maybe it’s because I’m in love, so I don’t want to see other women trapped by love...

Smiled lightly.

Yue Li is his friend. If he has no love for Meng Hongchao, he cannot force the matter.

Just let nature take its course.

There is no need for me to intervene...

She turned around and walked towards the red mist.

"Don't go there! It's poisonous!"

Meng Hongchao couldn't help but speak.

I don't know why I have to remind her.

Feng Ling didn't answer the cigarette butt: "I know."[

Stopped ten feet away from the red mist.

The red mist was billowing and billowing, looking tangible and qualitative.

Feng Lingyan pondered for a moment, then picked up a nearby wooden stick and stretched it into the red mist.

The sound of scoffing was endless, like being poured into sulfuric acid.

Feng Lingyan suddenly withdrew her hand, and the wooden stick fell to the ground.

The front end has disappeared, and countless red lines are spreading along the stripes of the wooden stick.

The sound was like exploding beans, and everything they touched was corroded.

If Feng Lingyan hadn't let go in time, one of her hands would have been buried in it.
Chapter completed!
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