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âCommander, it was this damn woman who lured these people here. Look, she deliberately threw this bead flower on the road.â Qin Xueling handed a pink bead flower stained with mud and blood to Beiting Huang. The bead flower was indeed the one that Mu Wanyue had been wearing previously. Qin Xueling had found it about a mile back.
âNo, no!â Mu Wanyue was held in Mu Qinglings hand. When she saw Beiting Huangs gloomy face, she knew that there was no way she could survive. She cursed, âMu Qingling, you b*tch. Iâm your sister. If you donât help me today, youâll die a horrible death!â
After all, in name, Beiting Huang was her âbrother-in-lawâ.
For so many years, in order to cover up Beiting Huangs identity, she had been playing the role of Beiting Huangs âfiancéeâ and doing her best to take care of and love her. The last person Beiting Huang would hurt was Mu Qingling.
Even if Mu Wanyue repeatedly provoked her bottom line, as long as Mu Qingling didnât say she wanted Mu Wanyue to die, Beiting Huang would definitely not make a move.
âLinger, youâre the most qualified person to take her life. If you want her to die, Iâll help you. If you donât have the heart, weâll let her go.â Beiting Huangâs snow-white fingers gently brushed across Mu Qinglings face. Mu Qingling was older than her. All these years, Mu Qingling had never even had a real husband because of her.
Not to mention killing a person for Mu Qingling, she would not hesitate to overturn this continent!
If love was a kind of faith, Beiting Huang would never let down someone who had abandoned their faith to protect her.
Nangong Qianxi lowered her head. At this moment, she was extremely uneasy. The regiment commander was so good to his fiancée. At this moment, she understood how Nangong Qianmo felt at the moment of her death. If possible, Nangong Qianxi would rather be the one who died.
As for Qin Xueling, she stared with her big watery eyes as Beiting Huangs fingers caressed Qinglings face. She could even feel the coldness in her snow-white fingers, but Qin Xueling hoped that this hand was caressing her face at this moment.
Xuanyuan POâs face turned red. He tightly clenched his fists and desperately suppressed the thoughts in his heart. The regimental commander was a man, and he was also a man. However, he was unable to resist his longing for the regimental commander in his heart. No, he should focus his thoughts on increasing his strength. Right now, he could only lead a small Iron Blood
Team. One day, he would be like Lord Chu Feng, and be able to lead Iron Blood to fight in battle for her.
âF*ck, Little Ninth, can you not be like this? If youâre flirting, can you change the time and place?â Liu Xu felt his heart melt. Beiting Huang was indeed a man. He had never seen anyone who could seduce women better than her. Fortunately, he was still young. He really didnât know how monstrous he would be when he grew up!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Tears streamed down    Qinglings face. When she heard Liu Xuâs words, she couldnât help but laugh. Little Ninth was a girl. Others didnât know, but she knew. However, when she smiled, her tears flowed even faster. She threw herself into Beiting Huangs arms. âNinth Young Master, I heard what she said to her mother. Nangong Zhiyun said that my mother⦠died in her hands.. She even said that she regretted not killing me back thenâ¦â