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586 Killing Without Amnesty

"Who are you?!" Qian Ping quickly took a step back and hid behind the guards, looking at the two of them in surprise.

As soon as he finished asking the question, he saw that no matter upstairs or downstairs, people from the Mo camp and the Tianji camp dispersed to both sides, and the road from the tower to the bottom of the city was separated.

The melodious music of the piano floated in the air, and then several figures seemed to fall from the sky, slowly falling from the passage left by the ink camp.

The leader is a girl wearing white clothes.

Her skin is as white as snow, exuding a gleaming brilliance in the sunlight.

Her eyes were sparkling, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, as if they were infinitely charming, but also seemed leisurely and calm.

Qian Ping swallowed, his eyes a little straight.

He has never seen such a beautiful girl?

Just looking at it from a distance like this, it seems as if the whole person's soul has been taken away.

No matter who this person is, if he can get him to have fun with him, he will be more carefree than a god.

However, as the girl got closer and closer.

Qian Ping's expression began to become alarmed and uncertain.

Why did he feel that the girl in front of him looked familiar?

The girl didn't stop leisurely until she was only three feet away from Qian Qing.

Her bright red lips were slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face, "I heard that you were looking for me?"

The suspicion in Qian Ping's heart became more and more serious, and his eyes fell on her face for a moment, "Who...are you?"

"Master Charming Doctor, Master Charming Doctor, you have finally come to save us!" Doctor Yu and others who suddenly came to their senses threw themselves in front of Muyan with tears streaming down their faces, their faces filled with fear and shame.

Embarrassing.

Qian Ping's eyes suddenly widened, "Are you the charming doctor, Muyan?!"

Ruyan, who was standing behind Muyan, managed to get an imperial chair like a magic trick and placed it behind Muyan.

Muyan smiled slightly, sat down, gently plucked the strings of the Tianmo Qin in her hand, and looked at Qian Ping with a slightly raised corner of her mouth.

Behind her, Yan Haotian, Feng Haitang, Ru Yan, and Bai Yichen were like four guardian gods, guarding her back firmly.

"Yes, I am Jun Muyan." She had a smile on her face and her face was as beautiful as a flower. "Didn't you say that as long as I dare to come, you will make me miserable?"

Qian Ping's body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, but he answered the question incorrectly, "Jun Muyan, you are really Jun Muyan, the woman who was pregnant with the fairy fetus back then..."

"Tsk..." Muyan frowned slightly, and the smile on her face disappeared, "It's really boring, why did you randomly run into an old acquaintance again? Since you can recognize me, it proves that what happened back then

, you also participated."

Qian Ping met her bone-chilling eyes and shuddered.

He opened his mouth to say something.

Muyan had already waved her hand and said coldly: "Kill without mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the people from Tianji Camp and Mo Camp moved.

In just a moment, the head of the man in black rolled to the ground.

Qian Ping, whose hands and feet had been removed, was kneeling at Muyan's feet, wailing and pleading.

Muyan said calmly: "Where is Qian Qing?"

"Master...Master is in the underground palace in the center of the city...cultivating golden silkworm Gu...spare me...wuwuwu...I don't want to die!"

Muyan plucked the strings in her hand, and Qian Ping's head was immediately removed.
Chapter completed!
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