371 Face slapping (3)
He still remembered that a few years ago, when that person entered the Holy Land, his master had personally told him that he would rather provoke the little princess than to provoke her!
He vaguely remembered that the person’s surname was Bai Qingqing.
And this was when her master had accidentally heard the elder address her as little Bai.
However, even if he knew that the person from sacred island had the surname Bai, it was impossible for him to be related to Bai Yan from Liu Huo Kingdom! These two people’s identities were too different. How could they be the same person?
“We’re finished, Yingluo.”
if bai yan was the one from the holy island, then his outcome would not be any worse than being expelled from the holy land! He must die in pain!
“Big brother Lu, what did you just say?” Bai Zhi’s eyes widened. how can Bai Yan’s little follower be the little princess of the Holy Land? You must be mistaken, what right does she have to make the little princess of the Holy Land follow her?”
This was absolutely impossible!
The others had also heard Lu Zifeng’s words and were shocked beyond words. Most of them, like Bai Zhi, did not believe that Chu Yiyi was the little princess of the sacred land.
At this moment, Yingluo
Qiu shurong’s words were like a slap, ruthlessly smacking Bai Zhi’s face.
“Little princess, the Holy master asked me to bring you a message this time. If you’ve had enough fun, you should immediately return to the Holy Land, so as not to bring trouble to Yan ‘er.”
His lips curled into a smile. These words seemed to be deliberately said for Bai Zhi to hear.
Bai Zhi only felt a bolt of lightning strike her head. Her body suddenly retreated a few steps, firmly pressing against the ancient tree at the side, the unwillingness and jealousy in her heart swarming out.
No!
She didn’t believe it!
She was just Bai Yan’s Lackey. How could she be the little princess of the Holy Land?
big brother Lu, tell me, this is impossible. It’s absolutely impossible. she shook her head in self-deception, her pale face with a sad look. you must be lying to me, right? ” Bai Yan has caused my Bai family to be in such a miserable state. How can she obtain the favor of the little princess of the Holy Land?”
lu zifeng closed his eyes in pain. ” zhi ‘er, i’m afraid i can’t help you this time. she’s really the daughter of the saint lord, qianqian. ”
Up until now, Lu Zifeng did not blame Bai Zhi.
how could he bear to blame his zhi ‘er for being so simple and honest? However, this time, because of his uselessness, he was afraid that he would drag her down, Huahua.
A bolt from the blue!
Bai Zhi’s body finally couldn’t take it anymore and gradually collapsed to the ground. Her delicate body trembled and she cried silently.
Bai Yan was only the daughter of a cheap woman. That cheap woman had even snatched away her mother’s position! Why was the heavens so good to this kind of b * tch?
Di Cang should be hers and Chu Yiyi should be her follower. Everything should be hers!
it was bai yan who had snatched away everything from her!
hehe. Bai Zhi clenched her fist tightly and stood up from the ground. Her venomous gaze stared straight at Bai Yan as she laughed sarcastically. your Holy Land is only so-so, to actually let the little princess of the Holy Land become the little follower of such a person.
Everyone was stunned. No one knew what was wrong with Bai Zhi. How dare she say such things in front of the Holy Land people?
“Baizhi!” Lu Zifeng turned pale with fright.
He was still thinking of a way to get Bai Zhi out of this matter, but who knew she would actually stand up and say this. He was so shocked that he immediately rushed forward to cover Bai Zhi’s mouth.
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“Let her speak!”
zheng qi’s face was as gloomy as water, looking at bai zhi coldly.
“Great elder, Zhi ‘er’s personality is just a little straightforward. She’s a bit cowardly.”
BOOM!
Lu Zifeng was just thinking of exonerating Bai Zhi when Zheng Qi’s palm wind suddenly blew over, instantly sending his body flying out, falling into the crowd in a sorry state.