Chapter 4811
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The expression on Feng Li Qiong's face was very strange.
The way she looked at Ye Qing Luo was also very strange.
Why did this young lady look so calm?
She had already guessed everything.
But she was able to put up a show with him calmly.
What kind of psychological quality did she have to be able to do this?
Obviously, she was just a fifteen year old young lady …..
Feng Li Qiong gazed deeply at the young lady.
There was a cold glint in her eyes.
She seemed to be pondering.
What kind of environment did Ye Qing Luo grow up in till now?
To have such a strong psychological quality?
Feng Li Qiong had to admit.
This young lady was indeed Feng Ge's daughter.
Such a stubborn temper.
Exactly the same.
Or perhaps …..
Compared to Feng Ge.
This young lady was even more outstanding.
Feng Li Qiong's throat moved.
After a long while, a hoarse voice spat out a sentence: "You deliberately disguised yourself, to beat me at my own game, to make me self-explode, right?"
"That's not it." The young lady's voice still had her unique sweetness, the same tone as usual, when she acted coquettishly, "Uncle wants to put up a show, so I cooperated with him."
Such a tone.
And the young lady's brilliant smile.
Lin Fan's pupils constricted slightly.
He stared at her, his voice deep: "You're not afraid?"
"Of course not." Ye Qing Luo shook her head smilingly, "You are my uncle, and you will not really hurt me, why should I be afraid?"
Feng Li Qiong laughed: "How can you be sure that I will not hurt you?"
Ye Qing Luo's slender fingers touched her chin, replying seriously: "Because uncle cares about grandfather. It wasn't easy for Grandfather to find me. If I'm injured or something happens to me, it will definitely be a huge blow to Grandfather … "
She smiled, her eyes curved: "So, uncle can't bear to see grandfather sad."
"Heh ….."
The young lady's analysis.
Made Feng Li Qiong couldn't help but snort lightly: "You're quite sure."
"Of course …. I have my own trump card." Ye Qing Luo was still smiling.
Feng Li Qiong raised her brows: "Trump card?"
"Naturally, I can't bet everything on Little Uncle's feelings for Grandfather. I can't bet on Little Uncle's humanity." Ye Qing Luo's words were very direct, "Of course I have my own trump card. If Little Uncle loses his humanity, wouldn't I be in danger?"
Feng Li Qiong laughed again, as she stared at Ye Qing Luo's gaze, filled with a probing and sizing expression, "What's your trump card?"
"If I tell you now, it won't be called a trump card anymore." Ye Qing Luo casually waved her hand, under the bright light of the luminous pearl, the young lady's beauty had a hazy charm.
Feng Liqiong's eyes were deep and unblinking as she stared at her.
He seemed to be thinking about something.
Ye Qing Luo crossed her arms in front of her chest again, "Now, Little Uncle can tell me your motive?"
Feng Liqiong stared at her without blinking and did not answer her.
There was silence for several breaths.
Ye Qing Luo turned around and headed towards the entrance of the dark room.
The moment she moved.
"Swoosh!"
That black robed man who was originally hanging on the wooden pole dragged the thick and solid iron chain as he speedily rushed towards Ye Qing Luo.
The black robed man swiftly closed in.
Bringing along a piercing cold wind.
In an instant, he blocked in front of Ye Qing Luo.
Blocking Ye Qing Luo's path.
Ye Qing Luo glanced at that man, paused her footsteps and turned to look at Feng Li Qiong, "Is Little Uncle going to use force on me?"
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