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Ling Jue was surprised when he finished his words. 'Even if you look like that kid, you still have to die'? What did he mean by that?
2Hey. If she was still that short junior high school student, would he not have killed her?
2Based on their two encounters, he would have cut her into pieces, right?
2Ling Jue dodged his attack and looked at him with a frown. "Are you crazy? I was just passing by. I didn't see anything."
2All I saw was this vicious eagle!
2"Is that so?" He was very fast. His long legs suddenly kicked at her. "If you beat me, I'll let you go."
2"F*ck, I can beat you until you call me grandpa!"
2"..." Feng Yulin frowned. Why did this man always swear?
2Ling Jue had a different idea. In case this extremely smart man found out her identity, she might as well disguise herself.
2Otherwise, she would definitely be suspected by him.
2If she had known earlier, she would not have saved him. Not only would this man not be grateful, but he also always wanted to kill her.
2The two of them fought so hard that they could not part. Ling Jue did not hold back either. Although she was shorter than him and a little thinner than him, she did not lose in this battle.
She, Lord Jue, had never admitted defeat in front of a man before!
2Feng Yulin's moves were ruthless. Every move was filled with killing intent, and his target was Ling Jue's neck.
Ling Jue could sense the man's powerful strength. Every move he made evaded her attacks. Even though she looked calm, her heart was in her throat. She could not let her guard down when dealing with Feng Yulin.
2In just a few minutes, the two of them had exchanged dozens of rounds.
"Kid, whose family are you from?" After the two of them exchanged blows for a while, Feng Yulin was the first to stop. He looked at him with an indecipherable expression.
2"I'm from my family!" Ling Jue raised her head and looked at Feng Yulin.
2"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago." Feng Yulin sneered and took out an item from his hand miraculously. "This belongs to me."
2Ling Jue looked at the item in his hand and touched her pocket.
He had stolen her bank card!!
2It was the money she wanted to buy Tang Yuan jade. If it was stolen, she would not be able to find the money to buy Tang Yuan jade. How would it recover its power?
2"Give it back to me!" Ling Jue looked at him coldly and took out the item in her hand. "Swap."
2Feng Yulin was stunned. He saw the necklace hanging on his hand. He had taken it from that kid the last time. He had been carrying it with him the whole time. He did not expect that he could steal it.
Ling Jue was also surprised when she took the item. It was hers, wasn't it?
Why was he carrying it with him?
Feng Yulin's face was cold. He took out his gun and pointed it at Ling Jue. His voice was as cold as ice. "Hand it over."
2"Hehe, shoot me." Ling Jue looked at him coldly. Who was afraid of who? She did not have a gun, but she had a card in her hand. If he shot her, she would cut his neck with this card.
2Feng Yulin put away his gun. Just as he put it away, a group of security guards came running from the right and shouted at them, "Who are you people?"
2Ling Jue found it strange. Why did Feng Yulin know that someone was coming?
2Could it be that he had something like Tang Yuan on him?
He walked closer to Ling Jue. Ling Jue knew that he would not do anything to her in front of the security guards, so she just waited for him to come closer.
He snatched the necklace from his hand and returned the card to him.
"Master Feng?!" The security guards came closer and realized that it was Feng Yulin. They lowered their heads and looked at him respectfully. "Master Feng, our master has been waiting for you inside for a long time. He asked us to come out to welcome you."
2Oh my god, they actually shouted at Master Feng!
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