But it seemed that Huangfu Yunjin had already won, so Mu Xianning turned around and left.
Li Xie couldn't help but smile and said, "You still care about that boy." If she hadn't hit the boy with hidden force just now, Huangfu Yunjin would have been knocked down.
Mu Xianning still looked indifferent and turned around to leave. On the way, she saw Yue Ling'er being knocked down. However, she left the martial arts hall without stopping.
After leaving the martial arts hall, a ray of sunshine shone on her beautiful face, and her silver hair ponytail made her look particularly neat and elegant.
But her expression was as cold and indifferent as if everything had nothing to do with her.
She finally waited for today. She stayed in Doutian Academy for a month, just waiting for tomorrow. Once tomorrow passes, everything will be over...including everything with that person.
In a dark room, there is a person next to the desk, dressed in black, but his silver hair is emitting a halo-like light in the darkness, which is in great contrast with the gloomy atmosphere in the room, and makes it even more creepy.
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As the last drop of the potion dripped into his hand, the glass bottle in his hand suddenly flashed with frightening blood-colored liquid. Mu Chongtian suddenly let out a horrifying laugh.
"Mu Xianning, let's see where you are going tomorrow!" His smile was mixed with deep hatred. He had finally waited for today.
He turned his head slightly and said to a shadow in the darkness behind him, "Don't tell mother yet. Her life is about to be saved. I will take care of her myself!"
The shadow was stunned for a moment, "Your Highness..." His eyes flashed with dark murderous intent. In his opinion, everything should be told to the person behind the scenes, and that person would definitely teach her the most painful lesson!
"I must avenge this! He stole my throne! I must take it back myself!" Mu Chongtian's eyes were already scarlet and he did not allow anyone to persuade him.
The cold-faced man behind him did not speak in the end. It would be better to wait until His Highness took revenge before telling the people behind the scenes, and they would be considered to have taken the lead.
In the dark night, everything is a trap and the shadow of ghosts...
The Palace of the Protector General.
As always, the population is sparse, just because the owner of all this hates crowds and the closeness of strangers. His heart, like the entire mansion, is deathly silent and has never been opened to anyone.
Even he himself never thought that he would be attracted to a girl who was like a tough weed, and in the end he would miss her all the time and fall into her unconsciously.
But in the end, nothing can escape fate.
Wine. There were jars of wine everywhere, the smell of wine, and the smell of wine. In the whole room, there was only one man who refused to get drunk no matter how much he drank.
But no matter how he drank, his face was always so handsome. Even though his complexion was gloomy, he was still extraordinary handsome. His eyes were like stars, but they were full of injuries that no one could see during the day.
The memory was like a tide, making him miserable and he couldn't forget it no matter how hard he tried.
The rugged man in my memory, with his majestic figure surrounding him and his sad face, was just because he asked why he didn't have a mother.
"Shui'er, you have a mother, but she is dead..." He will always remember his father's face, which was so sad and determined, because he felt that his son should know the truth.
At a young age, he didn't understand what death meant. He only heard his father continue to say, "Son, remember, never come into contact with the Soul-Blooded Demon."
