775. Chapter 775 Closed Disciple 4

3q c, the fastest update of The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Good-for-nothing Miss Nitian! "Speaking of which, Fairy Yaochi is really ah, she looks gentle and gentle, but who knows that her methods are so vicious."

"That's slander! Even if the Fairy of Yaochi used spirit pinballs to blow up Su Luo, so what? The Li family of Yaochi has spirit pinballs, and they can smash them however they like. They are happy!"

For a while, everyone talked about it.

The Baoyaochi faction made various statements to defend Li Yaoyao.

However, apart from Baoyaochi faction, there are always some clear-headed ones.

Through a series of things, they have already seen that Li Yaoyao's appearance is inconsistent.

However, Li Yaoyao has been well-known for many years and has many admirers. It is not a matter of overnight if she wants to bring her down.

Not to mention how people react.

One-handed Li Yaoyao.

After An Yeming asked that sentence, Li Yaoyao's complexion instantly became pale and bloodless.

At that time, she was 100% sure that Su Luo was dead! Who knew she would crawl out so weirdly again? !

At this moment, Fairy Yaochi wished she could slap herself hard.

"Fairy Yaochi's memory isn't that bad, is it?" Lan Xuan sneered provocatively.

An Yeming raised the corners of her lips, and raised an evil smile: "It doesn't matter if Fairy Yaochi forgets, everyone was there that day, and everyone helped her remember."

The two sang together and cooperated tacitly, which immediately made Li Yaoyao's mouth bitter and it became even more difficult to speak.

What can she say?

If she said no, but there were so many people present that day, how could she deny it?

But if she said yes, An Yeming and the others would definitely force her to commit suicide!

what to do? What should I do?

Fairy Yaochi was scrambling like ants in anxiety.

From childhood to adulthood, in all these years, she has never been as unlucky as she is today.

Just when Li Yaoyao was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, Fairy Yanxia frowned slightly.

"What's going on?" She snorted displeased.

An Yeming clasped his fists at Fairy Yanxia, ​​and briefly explained the matter.

"What else?" Fairy Yanxia glanced at Li Yaoyao in disgust.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, can this still be denied?

Li Yaoyao twisted her hands nervously and nodded anxiously.

"Crack!" Fairy Yanxia slapped Li Yaoyao directly, knocking Li Yaoyao to the ground.

This clear slap immediately made everyone's startled hearts jump into their throats.

Although everyone knew that Fairy Yanxia was a female devil, they heard it all from what they heard. How could they be as shocked as seeing it with their own eyes?

Li Yaoxiang's throat moved, and the hands beside him clenched into fists, but in the end, he still didn't stand up.

Fairy Yaochi covered her right cheek, raised her face in disbelief, and looked at Fairy Yanxia.

What a noble and elegant Fairy from Yaochi, but now, her face is crisscrossed with scars, and being beaten and scolded by Fairy Yanxia at every turn can be said to have fallen from the clouds to hell in an instant.

"What are you looking at! Idiot!" Fairy Yanxia snorted coldly.

Such an idiot is really Rong Yun's valued disciple? When did his eyesight get so bad?

If she hadn't been snatched from Rong Yun's hands, Fairy Yanxia would have already discarded Li Yaoyao by now.

Fairy Yanxia looked back, and glanced at Su Luo with displeasure: "My disciple, Yanxia, ​​who dares to force her to commit suicide?"

Seeing that Su Luo and the others were silent, Fairy Yanxia snorted again: "The big deal is that I will spare you from dying once in the future, and this matter of suicide will be written off."

When he said this, the surrounding area was cold and cold, and even the temperature dropped to freezing point.

Master Rong Yun glanced at Su Luo out of the corner of his eye, and motioned her to stop talking.

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