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The gray-clothed man's face turned pale, looking at Yun Bixue's provocative gaze, especially the curvature of mockery and disdain on her lips, as if he wanted to return his domineering attitude just now.

The gray-clothed man's name is Liu Ping, in Tianjing City, he is An Shao's subordinate, through the relationship of the An family, many people also have to look at his face, he is used to being commanding on weekdays, and naturally he does not look at Yun Bixue in Ning'an City.

I have to say that Liu Ping is also a frog at the bottom of the well, and he doesn't know that Ning'an City is actually Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Especially Yun Bixue's words just now, he couldn't refute the direct suppression.

Yun Bixue held the wine glass and looked at Liu Ping coldly, all her fierce momentum was released, and all the arrogance was pressed on Liu Ping at once.

She used her mind and mental power, that is, to exude all the fierce momentum.

Yun Bixue sneered and said loudly: "Since you don't speak, it is to admit that I am right, I believe that His Royal Highness the Yellow King will deal with this matter impartially, after all, such a little person dares to bully His Highness's head, and it is really ambitious."

This sentence even pressed a charge of rebellion on Liu Ping's head, which stunned him at once and made him breathless.

He stared at Yun Bixue fiercely, his eyes hating to kill her.

"Why are you not convinced or do you say that you are not satisfied with His Royal Highness King Huang" Yunbi Xueyun was light and light, and he looked at Liu Ping for a long time.

She knew that this was An Yexuan's person, and a person who ran errands wanted her to look good, so today, she let An Yexuan know and let everyone see that she Yun Bixue was not easy to bully, she just wanted to kill chickens and monkeys and give An Yexuan a dismount.

At the same time, it also let those forces in Tianjing City know that she Yun Bixue has never been a soft persimmon, and if she is in a hurry, she will definitely make a ruthless move.

Xie Limo had already arranged for someone to form protection around Yun Bixue, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he looked at Yun Bixue deeply, this is her wife.

At this time, the light emanating from her body was so bright that it was difficult to ignore, Xie Limo's heart was soft, and her eyes were doting.

It turned out that his wife could also surprise him so much, and she could also hold up one side, so that he didn't have to worry, and he could be so sharp-tongued, which made him happy.

Liu Ping was pressed with anger, stared at Yun Bixue angrily, and said loudly: "Yun Bixue, you are so vicious"

Yun Bixue slapped Liu Ping in the face, only to hear the sound of "pop", a particularly loud slap on Liu Ping's face, and the people who came to the banquet, as well as the reporters and the citizens watching around, all collectively gasped.

In his heart, he had to give a thumbs up to Yun Bixue, who dared to beat the people sent by Tianjing City.

At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, no wonder they all said that no one can mess with Miss Yun, it is really powerful, courageous, and amazing.

Liu Ping was also beaten and didn't know the direction, and he was stunned and stupid, and before he could fully come to his senses, Yun Bixue had already handed the wine to him and said: "Why, don't you want to drink this cup of wine or do you feel that you have a very high status, and anyone can ignore it." ”

Liu Ping gritted his teeth and snatched the wine, drank it in one gulp, and slammed the wine glass on the ground, with a broken sound, resounding in everyone's hearts, he hated and said: "Okay, a good Ning'an City, a good cloud and snow"

Yun Bixue hugged her chest and looked at Liu Ping, who was already enraged, and said: "You are just a subordinate, just now you made disrespectful remarks and verbally attacked me, even the judge and the police are here, they will only say your fault." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.