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The guy was taken aback and was not convinced, so he hurriedly looked back angrily, and was about to scold, but before he finished saying "damn", he opened his mouth wide and stayed in place.

Several other people who participated in the discussion also turned to look at each other, and they were immediately stunned.

Standing in front of them was a young girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a long purple dress, and not only that, but her hair, eyes, lips, and even her eyebrows were purple.

The girl seemed to be very angry, a pair of strange purple eyes seemed to have purple flames burning, a murderous look, and it looked very scary.

Only Ziling herself knows that whenever she is extremely angry, her whole body will become like this, and even Yun Weiyang doesn't know this secret.

And this time, she was really angry.

Her master is still trapped inside and I don't know what the situation is, but these people are still talking here!

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that her whole body was uncomfortably hot.

I don't know why, she felt as if the dantian was about to explode, which made her want to eagerly find a breakthrough to vent this fire.

At this time, the people who were talking about it before finally came back to their senses.

Although Zi Ling's appearance at this time was indeed a little scary, they were also absolutely convinced that in this heavily guarded imperial capital, under the noses of the elite black cavalry of the dignified empire, no one dared to really do anything.

Unless, she doesn't want to die.

The young man's eyes widened, and he put his hands on his waist and shouted unconvinced: "Hey, I said where did this little girl come from, the anger is so big, there is a kind of you who will try to move my hair!" ”

"Say it again!" Ziling clenched her teeth tightly, she was really about to lose control.

"I'll say it again, there's a kind of you...... Ahh

This sudden scene instantly stunned everyone present.

The entire Xiangwang Mansion was so quiet in an instant that it was almost audible.

And when the young man spat out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't get up.

He lay on the ground, looked up at the black cavalry above his head, and looked down at his black cavalry with cold eyes, and his face suddenly became as white as a dead man.

What is the Imperial Black Cavalry? It was a god-killing existence, and each of them came out of the mountain of dead people, each of them had blood on their hands, and the sword in their hand was the scythe of death to harvest life.

And at this time, on such a cusp, waiting for the fate of the young man, it seems to be a sure thing.

"What's going on?"

Just when all the onlookers were pinching a cold sweat for the young man, a slightly slow man's voice suddenly sounded outside the crowd.

As if in response, the crowd immediately split from the middle, making way for the comers.

Seeing this, Han Xiao, the commander of the Black Cavalry, hurriedly strode up to greet him, and bowed his hand and said, "Subordinate Han Xiao, I have seen His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince." ”

Feng Qianchen's expression today was not as usual, and he looked a little tired: "No need to be polite, Han Xiao, what happened just now?" ”

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