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Chapter 421: The Talking Bird

There was no respect for Gong Yanmo in his words.

Feng Lingyan's eyes flashed, and her inexplicably raised heart dropped again.

She knew that a Jianghu sect like the Wuyan Sect had an extremely strict hierarchical system, which was almost the same as that of the imperial palace.

The subordinates treated the General Master with absolute god-like reverence and would not dare to comment in such a tone.

To put it this way, I am too worried, [

Gong Yanmo is not the purple-robed guild leader...

She knew that the disciples in this sect had mouths tighter than clam shells.

I couldn't figure out the reason in a short period of time, so I simply stopped asking.

With a slight exertion on the sword, blood burst out, and Gale Laojiu fell softly.

Feng Lingyan's eyes flashed sharply.

These people have discovered her whereabouts, so naturally they can no longer survive.

They are not good people anyway, and they deserve to die!

With a dexterous turn of his body, the five members of Gale Wind had all settled their accounts.

She took off the cloak of one of them and wrapped it around herself.

The duck was also fascinated by her and plunged pitifully into a snowdrift, shaking itself from time to time.

Well, it seems that this broken bird is their main tool to find me. I didn't expect that a bird can also be used as a hunting dog...

It seemed that if she wanted to avoid being discovered, she had to get rid of this strange bird.

She was a killer in her previous life and had killed countless people in her life. Killing a bird was not an issue.

He pulled Li Ya out of the snowdrift, took a look, and was about to kill him.

Unexpectedly, the duck suddenly opened its round eyes.

His eyes rolled around, showing a fearful look.

Suddenly he rubbed his head against Feng Lingyan's hand and let out a cry. Suddenly he said: "Don't - kill - me."
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