Chapter 2371 The Souls of the Dead Under the Sword, Five Thousand People

When Yun Jian appeared in front of everyone, everyone present trembled in fright, trembling wildly for a while.

Who is this girl who suddenly appeared in front of everyone!

Judging by her age, she should be no more than eighteen.

An eighteen-year-old girl kicked a huge door away with one kick!

This, what kind of strength can be done!

Everyone present was shocked by Yun Jian's kick on the spot!

Lin Xingyuan and Zhang Xiaomei were no exception.

But after reacting, Lin Xingyuan stared at Yun Jian with vigilant eyes, and asked: "Who are you! Do you know where this is? How dare you break into a private house!"

But Yun Jian over there just raised his head slightly, glanced sideways at Lin Xingyuan, and then walked to the side of the Lin family hall, an inconspicuous corner - where Lin Jiaoyue's urn was originally placed .

"Security! Security! Get me out!" Seeing Yun Jian walking towards the place where Lin Jiaoyue's urn was placed, Lin Xingyuan shouted in an exaggerated tone.

Lin Xingyuan was afraid, of course, not that Yun Jian went to destroy Lin Jiaoyue's urn, but that he was frightened when he saw Yun Jian's kick just now, and was afraid that Yun Jian would turn around and deal with him.

Just when Lin Xingyuan shouted in this terrified voice, the nurse suddenly gritted her teeth, rushed two steps towards Lin Xingyuan, and then knelt down towards Lin Xingyuan in front of all the guests:

"Master! Please! Today is Yueyue's last day at Lin's house. Don't let her leave sadly.

"That little girl should be Yueyue's friend, let her send Yueyue off for the last time! Please! I beg you, sir!"

The wet nurse couldn't stop crying, she kowtowed to Lin Xingyuan and pleaded loudly.

After all, the nanny had worked in the Lin family for decades, and it was his own flesh and blood after all, so after hearing this, Lin Xingyuan nodded in agreement.

However, just when Lin Xingyuan was about to nod his head in agreement.

"Dear Yueyue's friend, I've seen it too, that woman just kicked the door of our house in front of Yueyue's mourning hall, she is definitely not Yueyue's friend.

"Besides, it's really unlucky to put the urn in the hall, dear, don't you love me?" Zhang Xiaomei grabbed Lin Xingyuan's hand, touched Lin Xingyuan's head with her chest, and acted like a baby. It's not okay to be coquettish.

"My dear, you are right, come on! Go and move the urn and those things out! Put it in the back door!"

Hearing Zhang Xiaomei's coquettish voice, Lin Xingyuan's lower body tightened, and he hurriedly heard what Zhang Xiaomei said, asking someone to move Lin Jiaoyue's urn to the back door.

Lin Jiaoyue was not even given the main entrance of the Lin family.

However, just after Lin Xingyuan finished speaking, a "ping-pong" sound suddenly sounded.

Hearing this voice, everyone looked in one place——

Not far away from where the sound came from, Yun Jian had already stood in front of Lin Jiaoyue's urn.

But Yun Jian threw the clean butterfly knife directly on the table, and after making a loud noise in this quiet place, it appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing this clean butterfly knife all of a sudden, everyone in the room paused suddenly.

At that time, Yun Jian was looking at the top of Lin Jiaoyue's urn. Lin Jiaoyue was smiling brightly in the black and white photos, and she was expressionless in front of everyone present. When everyone was so frightened that their expressions changed drastically, she opened her mouth and said :

"You, like me, live in a world where you can't help yourself.

"You said that you aspire to be as powerful as me, and I also aspire to be as ordinary as you.

"This butterfly knife has been with me for more than ten years.

"The number of dead souls who died under my butterfly knife was no more than 5,000.

"Now I present it to you.

"Your wish, I accept it for you."

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