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Chapter 1105 Its easy to say

"It's your fault alone, isn't it?"

An Jiuyue bent down and looked at Long Zhen with a chuckle.

"So, the loss of the Demon Suppressing Cauldron is your fault alone, so I have to comply with your wishes and hand over the position of head of the Long Family to your son to ensure that the Long Family continues to enjoy its glory?"

With that said, she raised her foot and kicked Long Zhen out.

"Long Zhen, you really have a good plan!"

Long Zhen was kicked to the tree pole and fell to the ground. He ignored the pain on his body and continued to crawl to kneel in front of An Jiuyue.

"My lord, you have made countless mistakes, and they are all the fault of your subordinates. Xuan'er is innocent. He..."

"Zhao Xiaoli, who sent you to your bed?" Before he could finish speaking, he heard An Jiuyue's question.

"What?"

Long Zhen almost thought he heard wrongly.

What does this have to do with Zhao Xiaoli? It was just a little girl sent to him by the Zhao family in order to please him. Could it be...

The Lord mentioned this person personally. Could it be that the stolen Demon Suppressing Cauldron has something to do with Zhao Xiaoli?

If it is true as he thinks, doesn't it mean that the Zhao family has been plotting against him and the Long family? Will the Demon Suppressing Cauldron be in the hands of Zhao Xiaoli or the head of the Zhao family?

"My Lord means that the Demon Suppressing Cauldron is Zhao Xiaoli..."

His whole face turned green when he thought that Zhao Xiaoli had not been sincere to him at all in the past few years, and only used him as a raft to get the secrets of the Long family.

"No, it's impossible. My lord, are you mistaken? Zhao Xiaoli is just a little girl sent by the Zhao family to my Long family. She is not that capable. She... ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt as if something was pinching his neck, and he couldn't say a word after that.

"Lord...Lord, Your Majesty."

Long Xuan saw his father being restrained by An Jiuyue's magic power on his neck. His face turned red but he didn't resist, so he began to plead for him.

"Lord, my father already knows that he was wrong. Please spare his life, Lord. I am willing to recover the Demon Suppressing Cauldron on my father's behalf."

"Shut up!"

An Jiuyue scolded him.

Recovering it is easy to say. Now Zhao Xiaoli may be on the way to Demon Heart Island. How to recover it?

"Long Zhen, I'll ask you again, who sent Zhao Xiaoli to your bed?" She asked Long Zhen again.

"She is...she is..."

Long Zhen thought over and over again, and filtered through the people who sent Zhao Xiaoli to him, and he didn't think they sent Zhao Xiaoli to him on purpose.

"Back to my lord, Zhao Xiaoli recommended herself as a pillow mat. I once heard that Long Yun had an argument with her over the matter between her and her father. The general idea was that she didn't respect herself."

Long Xuan raised his head and glanced at his father. Regarding Zhao Xiaoli, he knew that Long Zhen had done something wrong. Even if he liked women, he should not have an improper relationship with Zhao Xiaoli.

In particular, the relationship between Zhao Xiaoli and Long Yun was unclear, which made him feel sick.

But the man in front of him was his father, and since a son never complained about his father's fault, he couldn't say much, so he could only pay more attention to Zhao Xiaoli's behavior.

Who knew that Zhao Xiaoli could do so many things that were detrimental to the Long family when he sent people to keep an eye on her? Even he, the young master of the Long family, didn't know what the Demon Suppressing Cauldron was, and Zhao Xiaoli was

How do you know?


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