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Chapter 2250

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Luluo's expression was very embarrassed as her thoughts were exposed.

Although this Zhen Xiaoxiao killed Bi Ling, in Luluo's eyes, what she did was just a well-prepared assassination.

But in Luluo's eyes, what she had done was nothing more than a well-prepared ambush. Coupled with the fact that she possessed the Devil Suppressing Blood, the only reason she could win was because her battle strength was indeed abnormal, but as for her temperament...

She dared to fight a Huanxu Old Demon with the power of a Deity Transformation Stage.

Zhen Xiaoxiao's weakness was also obvious.

That was … soft-hearted!

She couldn't bear to see her family being humiliated, and she didn't want to see others suffering!

A sentimental person like him could be easily influenced and swayed as long as he was flattered, praised, and put a few more moral hats on his head.

With this idea, she teamed up with Fu Lan to put on such a big show.

She never thought that her intention would be seen through by the other party with just one more sentence!

Looking at Zhen Xiaoxiao's deep and bottomless black eyes, Luluo couldn't help but shiver. She was really stupid. She shouldn't have tried to figure out Zhen Xiaoxiao's mind. At this time, she was too clever for her own good.

"Fairy Zhen … you misunderstood …"

Luluo's forehead was full of sweat, and she wanted to make up for it. Most of the figures in the candlelight were even pleading. However, Zhen Xiaoxiao waved his hand and said in a clear voice, "Today, I summoned all of you together because I have something to say."

Hearing the word "something", everyone immediately pricked up their ears.

"I … won't let you out for the time being." Zhen Xiaoxiao said resolutely.

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar!

Zhen Mei's body trembled, and Zhen Qishi's expression changed slightly.

"If so, what's the difference between you and that damn Bi Ling!?" Bi Ling was already dead, and hope had already risen in the hearts of the people in the candlelight. At this time, Zhen Xiaoxiao's words were tantamount to beating them mercilessly into the bottom of the valley of despair. A beautiful girl, after crying out in grief, directly fainted on the ground.

A stone stirred up a thousand ripples!

"Let me out! Let me out! I want to go home! "

"Repent and be saved! Cultivator Soul Candles will not have a good death! "Tens of thousands of candles roared in unison, resentment rising.

After all, their emotions had long been stirred up by Luluo. Coupled with Zhen Xiaoxiao's heartless words, many of the women began to use their bodies to continuously slam against the candlelight that surrounded them. Only a few, like the heroic female cultivator in green, silently sat on the candlesticks, their expressions unclear.

Seeing the chaos in the candlelight and Zhen Mei's terrified expression, Zhen Qishi hurriedly moves in front of Zhen Xiaoxiao to protect him.

"Heh …"

Among the three of them, only Zhen Xiaoxiao's expression was indifferent, as if he would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

"If the holder of the lamp is Bi Ling, would you dare to be so disobedient and bold?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but that unique voice penetrated everyone's shouts and screams, penetrating everyone's divine senses!

Walking out from behind Second Father, Zhen Xiaoxiao gently spread out his palm. His tool embryo, which had swallowed Bi Ling's main lamp, was quietly emitting a bright light.

"If I were Bi Ling, I would now use the candlelight to choke your throats, and directly deprive the most annoying guys of half of their vitality!"

"If I were Bi Ling, when you were crying and screaming, I wouldn't even spread the sound waves, because the resentment and hatred in your hearts are nourishment for my tool embryo …"

"If I were Bi Ling, Fu Lan, you would be dead now!"

Zhen Xiaoxiao coldly looked at Fu Lan, who was trembling like a sieve. At this time, the whole hall was quiet, and the sound of a needle falling could be heard clearly.

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