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Chapter 440: Never been insulted like this

I felt my eyes blurred as the long sword had fallen into Yanran's hand.

With a faint smile on her lips, Yanran gently rubbed the sword blade with her fingers.

"It's a good sword, but it belongs to the wrong owner!" she said calmly.

When the woman heard this, her pretty face changed color, feeling both fear and hatred.

Behind her, dozens of men in well-dressed clothes suddenly walked in from the door.

All of them are tall and have protruding temples, and they look like masters at first sight.

"Princess, what are your orders?" Dozens of people asked in unison.

When she heard that they called her princess, Yanran frowned, as if she had thought of something.

"Kill these two women in front of me!" The woman known as the princess pointed at Yanran and Qiu Shui and said angrily.

She has never been insulted like this since she was a child.

How could she swallow this breath?

When the guards heard the order, a trace of surprise flashed in their eyes, and they looked at the woman who was sitting at the dining table eating slowly.

Even though she was wearing a very ordinary dress and lowered her head to eat, her posture was extremely elegant and charming.

Not sullen or angry, not impatient or impatient.

It seemed that she didn't hear the princess's orders at all.

Just one look at such a woman will make people involuntarily fascinated by her grace.

I just don't know how she could offend the princess to this extent.

Therefore, although everyone is unwilling to do so, they cannot disobey the princess's order.

"Girl, I'm sorry!" the leading guard whispered.

With so many men dealing with one woman, even though he kills people like crazy, he still feels embarrassed.

"It's okay!" Yanran said calmly without raising her head.

Qiu Shui on the side turned pale when he saw this formation and had already fainted from fright.

The guard frowned and raised his sword.

Yanran flicked her fingernails, and the guard felt a burst of fragrance coming from his nose.

Headache.

There was already a heart-breaking pain in my arm, the pain of separation of flesh and blood.


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