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1245 You are not worthy

The high priest's breath condensed, and everyone was laughing. What the hostess said was so beautiful!

She looks polite on the surface, but actually doesn't use any curse words when swearing. She is really a woman who can stand on par with Mr. Lin!

"Why doesn't the high priest speak?"

The smile on Lin Zhi's face gradually condensed: "If you want to ask for my forgiveness for plotting against me for Hua Ling and framed my companions with despicable and shameless actions, then I can only tell you with great regret, I'm sorry,

I cannot accept your apology."

"Because." Her eyes suddenly shone as red as blood: "You are not worthy!"

The laughter everywhere became more and more wild, sweeping away the cold and murderous atmosphere just now, leaving only joy in the sky and on the earth.

Lin Chu could feel the man's blazing gaze behind his thick veil, but she didn't care at all and just straightened her body.

How many disgusting things has Hua Ling done? Death is a light thing, and you want to make people ignore it with just two words? Where is her face?

She is not looking for anything but scolding. She is so kind and naturally she will fulfill her wish.

The ghost guards stared directly at the high priest. No matter how thick-skinned you are, you can't stand being squeezed over and over again.

As long as he feels a little unhappy, as long as he dares to take action, then...

However, they still underestimated Qi Chi's self-cultivation.

There is a kind of person in this world who can greet everyone with a smile no matter where he is.

"Everything is her own fault and has nothing to do with anyone else."

Qi Chi's tone and demeanor were as calm as before: "Master Lin Liu asked Yao Xianxian to deliver the letter today. Didn't he say that he wanted to treat me to a meal? We can start now."

After saying this, Lin Chu once again asked the person in front of him to look at him with admiration.

Even though his face was torn off and trampled under his feet time and again, he was still able to talk and laugh like a normal person.

With this ability of forbearance, it is no wonder that he became the high priest of Southern Xinjiang in just a few years.

"You're late."

Lin Zhi took a step forward with a calm face, standing at a strangely tight angle, just enough to isolate Lin Chu from Qi Chi's sight.

For some reason, he always felt that the strange man opposite him always seemed to be staring at Lin Chu.

This feeling made him very unhappy.

"I and Lao Chu only entertain friends with food and wine. We only have swords and guns for cunning and insidious people."

It doesn't matter if you are thick-skinned, just tear it off again. If once is not enough, then do it twice!

"Oh."

The high priest lowered his head slightly, and finally added a bit of coldness to his laughter: "Sect Leader Lin always does this. I'm afraid that if Mr. Lin Liu brings those people, this priest will no longer be able to guarantee safety."

Darkness flashed across Lin Zhi's eyes, and a violent murderous intention arose in his heart. Suddenly he felt a warmth in his hands, and when he looked sideways, Lin Zhi was smiling gently at him.

There seemed to be a strange magical power in that smile, which made people feel at ease. It instantly calmed his rage.

So, he pursed his lips and stopped talking. This was her battlefield. He was just the cornerstone behind her.

Lin Chu looked at Qi Chi: "Man, if you want to stay, just stay. But you must be prepared to pay the price. As for whether you can afford the price, I won't make any promises."

The woman's voice was soft and sweet, like pearls striking each other. But no one could ignore the weight and threat revealed in her words.

The high priest's voice paused: "Oh?"

"The high priest dared to attend the banquet alone today. His courage is indeed worthy of praise."

"But even if you have extraordinary abilities, you can at most protect yourself and escape. As for the others, don't even think about taking them away."

The woman's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she glanced at Hua Ling, who was as dull as a puppet inadvertently, and the meaning in her words was self-evident.

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