"Are you sent by Gu Hengqing?" Luo Ling gritted his teeth and looked coldly at the young man in white in front of him.
The young man in white laughed and gently shook the paper fan: "Can Gu Hengqing assign me?" He looked at Luo Ling, and a trace of disdain flashed in front of him.
"Then what are you bringing me here for?" Luo Ling didn't know what he meant, so he stared at him coldly and arrogantly, with a expressionless face.
The young man in white came forward: "I want to see what the person Hua Peacock likes looks like,"
He touched Luo Ling's face, and Luo Ling subconsciously retreated, but his hand was tied and he could not move: "It's really good, why not do this, let's make a deal." A strange smile appeared on his face.
Luo Ling looked at him faintly.
"What deal?" Luo Ling asked coldly, not seemingly concerned.
"Be my woman, I put on the peacock." The young man in white spoke so lightly, as if he was floating on the clouds. His eyes showed a deep smile, and his eyes accumulated on Luo Ling's cold face.
Luo Ling sneered: "Do you think you can threaten me?" Luo Ling asked the young master in white. The young master in white was not displeased. He leaned into her ear:
"If you don't think it's OK, just give it a try."
Luo Ling was not worried. When she heard his deal, she only found it funny: "Don't you think it's childish when you threaten me with a flower peacock?"
"Childish?" The young man in white swept his cold eyes over Luo Ling, and the paper fan in his hand was swaying lightly without any expression: "If you think it's childish, you can give it a try, I have no objection."
Luo Ling snorted, raised her head lightly, and looked at him: "Just try."
The young man in white finally couldn't hold back his temperament, and shook the fan, looking at Luo Ling, as if he was so angry: "Don't think I dare not, and don't think I can't do anything to you?" As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Ling's left shoulder
All the clothes on him were cut open, and he just waved his hand gently.
This man has extremely high martial arts skills, which is even better than Gu Heng and Qingzhen. Luo Ling cannot provoke him head-on, otherwise he will really do something if he angers him.
Luo Ling didn't look at him lightly, letting him get angry there.
"Don't think I dare not touch you, I'm just a woman," the young man in white turned his head and stared at Luo Ling fiercely, his eyes full of cruelty: "I have touched more women than your emperors.
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"Is that?" Suddenly, a figure appeared from somewhere. The man walked straight towards Luo Ling and the others, his eyes full of smiles: "I see, you are too underestimating the emperor."
Seeing that this person had a high level of internal skills, the young man in white still looked at him disdainfully: "Who are you?"
"Just because of you, a prodigal son, is worthy of asking me for my name." The man looked at the young man in white in front of him and said disdainfully, but his eyes were set on Luo Ling.
Luo Ling had never seen him, but his actions and his usual cold and arrogant personality were very similar to Mu Lin. Could it be that Mu Lin took revenge and returned to his original appearance?
"Mu Lin..." Luo Ling called slowly.
The man was slightly shocked and looked at Luo Ling and smiled: "Boss."
Luo Ling was deeply shocked by these two words. It turned out that it was really Mu Lin, it was really him. Mu Lin, he came back, he really came back: "Mu Lin, you are back." Luo Ling still