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Bewitching Prince Spoils His WifeGenius Doctor Unscrupulous Consort CH 405

Author:Baili Category:urban Update time:2023-01-03 04:11:00

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After Baili Hong Zhuang left, Ling Jia Xin and the other two immediately rushed towards Dai Yun Yang.

At the moment, Dai Yun Yang no longer had his former high-spirited, arrogant aura, and exuded depression.

His eyes were numb and sluggish, still unable to believe that he had been turned into a waste.

Pang Yun Xiang’s heart was also feeling regretful at the moment, if he had known that Baili Hong Zhuang was so powerful, he would have never gone and caused her any trouble.

Dai Yun Yang collapsed, he had offended a strong opponent and now he was a waste, the days ahead would be harsher.

“You first take Dai Yun Yang so he can rest, I still have some things to do first!” Pang Yun Xiang said this and immediately afterward fled, continuing to be with Dai Yun Yang had no meaning.

He believed that when the news of Dai Yun Yang becoming a waste spread, many practitioners would surely come to trouble Dai Yun Yang.

After all, the arrogance Dai Yun Yang had was remarkable and the number of opponents he had offended numbered many.

If he continued to stay here and later was misunderstood of having to do something with Dai Yun Yang, wouldn’t he be causing trouble for himself

Seeing Pang Yun Xiang leaving, Liu Jing Kan and Ling Jia Xin’s faces turned ugly.

They themselves were panicking and wanted to flee; Pang Yun Xiang’s behavior was not so surprising.

Lie Jing Kan’s eyes narrowed.

From now on, he would have to work hard to get rid of all relations with Dai Yun Yang.

Only because he still remembered Dai Zhi Man, he would first carry Dai Yun Yang back to his quarters.

Ling Jia Xin’s mind was also in a disarray, she liked Dai Yun Yang and was attracted to him, but now that he was a waste…

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Little Black and Little White changed to their original form, quietly continued to pretend to be a flower, and Baishi too lazily nested in the arms of Baili Hong Zhuang.

“Master, why did you let Ling Jia Xin go” Little Black asked aloud.

For an annoying flea-like Ling Jia Xin, it was too cheap to clean her up.

Baili Hong Zhuang smiled faintly, “Baishi’s paws to her face must have been a big punishment for Ling Jia Xin.”

“But I still feel that it was not enough.” Little Black’s lips curled in disdain.

“There is a blood hatred between me and Dai Yun Yang but the contradiction between me and Ling Jia Xin and me is based entirely on Dai Yun Yang.

Now that Dai Yun Yang has been turned to a waste, with Ling Jia Xin’s attitude, it is absolutely impossible for her to continue being with Dai Yun Yang, and so the contradiction between me and her no longer exists.”

To deal with this problem, dealing with the root of it was enough.

After all, she was not a killer.

If the conflict became out of hand, and could not be resolved, she would use it as a last resort.

“I agree with the owner’s principles in doing things,” Baishi said.

Baili Hong Zhuang touched Baishi’s supple, soft hair with one hand; this little guy’s hair had grown very supple and shiny and felt really good.

Baishi closed his eyes in comfort, rubbing against her arms, slightly excited at receiving her care.

Although she had just fought with Dai Yun Yang, Baili Hong Zhuang did not feel tired.

Bottomless, black eyes diffused with a chilling cold light, Baili Hong Zhuang would now go to Gu Cang Yun’s residence.

Gu Cang Yun was as nasty as Dai Yun Yang, and she hated him just as much!

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