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#1332 professional magic stick

"Don't hand over! We won't hand over even if we die!"

The sounds are ups and downs.

Only more than a dozen people pursed their lips tightly and silently refused to speak.

Their eyes were staring at the dagger in Yun Qingyan's hand.

Weng Li relied on his high level of cultivation and acted alone.

Only they knew that Weng Li was going to arrest Yun Qingyan.

And now, Yun Qingyan has returned safely, with a dagger stained with blood on his hand.

After careful thinking, a deep fear spread to their hearts. They looked at their indignant companions around them with anger, and just wanted to shout angrily-

Bastard! Don’t bring us with you if you want to die!

"Swish!" The sharp edge of the air was shattered through the air with a momentum of breaking through the air.

The man who was the first to shout and was the most arrogant, trembled in his heart, and his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could no longer say a word.

The dagger just now happened to slide across his face.

The cold coldness of the dagger and the cold murderous intent that brought him aroused made him feel frightened.

A warm touch came from the cheeks, which was the temperature of the blood.

"What did you say just now? Let's be louder, I didn't hear it clearly." Yun Qingyan looked at him with a smile.

His lips were trembling. He wanted to speak, but he found that his vocal cords seemed to be stuck and could not spit out a word.

The others were also shocked by Yun Qingyan's hand and stopped clamoring.

Lei Yu, Xinglan and others looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh silently in their hearts.

It’s worthy of being Yun Qingyan! This courage is Yun Qingyan!

Not to mention killing hundreds of Xuan-level students from Wanye Academy in a row will anger Wanye Academy, just talking about the power behind these students is enough to make them afraid of them.

In fact... Yun Qingyan did not intend to actually bury a mass trap.

She was not bloodthirsty, and the competition between the two colleges was within the scope of permission. Although these people designed the First College, they were still guilty and died.

But she hates being threatened the most.

Since the other party was brave enough and shouted that she didn't dare to rely on it, she didn't mind playing "game of courage" with them.

"Girl, why bother with this?" Huang Yan, the person who was invisible to everyone, slowly walked to Yun Qingyan and patted her shoulder with one hand.

There was an unruly smile on his handsome face, and he looked in the direction of Xi Mo, "If they want them to be obedient and hand over the spoils, why bother to do it yourself?

Isn’t there a professional person there?”

To deceive people into being favored, that charlatan is professional.

Even if you have reincarnated, the things in your bones will not change, right?

Yun Qingyan looked along Huang Yan's gaze and happened to meet Xi Mo looking at her.

The eyes that melt the spring breeze are full of smiles, bright and warm.

Then, in Xi Mo's slightly surprised gaze, Yun Qingyan's eyes leaped over him and looked at Xiao Ming behind him.

That guy would not be wrong with the badge of Wanye Academy.

However, at this moment, he followed Xi Mo quietly, without any awareness of being a prisoner. He still had close eyes when he looked at Xi Mo, which was really strange.

Yun Qingyan muttered in her heart...

Perhaps as Huang Yan said... it would be best to let Xi Mo solve this group of people.

On the other side, seeing Yun Qingyan leaping over him and looking directly at Xiao Ming, Xi Mo touched the mask on his face.

Is he not as charming as the little Yuan master behind him?

"Xi Mo, let's talk." A smile appeared on his face. Yun Qingyan waved to Xi Mo and signaled him to talk to the other side.
Chapter completed!
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