Linghu Lan stared at Ye Qinglu with a smile on her face. The way Ye Qinglu kicked Sheng Hong just now was absolutely cool.
Ye Qingluo was stunned; she looked at Linghu Lan in disbelief.
Satisfied? How could she possibly be satisfied?
The Ye Xunhuan before them not only showed no signs of death, but instead exuded an arrogant confidence, completely devoid of the weakness and vulnerability that Ye Xunhuan was originally known for. It was as if he had undergone a complete transformation overnight.
"You...you're not dead?"
"Did I disappoint you?"
"Impossible!" Ye Qinglu exclaimed in exaggerated fear, as if she had seen a ghost.
"Why is it impossible?" Linghu Lan stepped forward, reaching out to pinch Ye Qingluo's chin. Her clear eyes reflected the streetlights, unfathomable and possessing a captivating allure. "Tell me, why is it impossible?"
Ye Qingluo's chin was pinched painfully, her face turned pale, and her pretty face was filled with fear, but she kept her mouth tightly shut and refused to say a word.
"Fuck you!" Sheng Hong scrambled to his feet and charged at Linghu Lan. "Ye Xunhuan, how dare you hit me!"
"Heh!" Linghu Lan sneered, her fingers still pinching Ye Qingluo's chin. She glanced at Sheng Hong out of the corner of her eye, seized the opportunity, raised her long leg, and delivered a diagonal kick to Sheng Hong's face.
Sheng Hong's face burned with pain, and he was once again sent flying out of control, crashing to the ground and losing consciousness.
"Ah Hong, Ah Hong, how are you?" Ye Qinglu struggled to break free from Linghu Lan's grasp, but she was horrified to find that Linghu Lan's grip was incredibly strong, leaving her no room to move.
She was terrified; this was not the Ye Xunhuan she knew.
Ye Xunhuan was a completely weak person. Apart from his good looks, he had no redeeming qualities. How could he be so good at fighting?
A terrifying thought came to mind.
"Who are you?"
Linghu Lan smiled. Not stupid at all!
She leaned down and whispered in Ye Qingluo's ear, "I am an Avenger!"
the Avengers?
"Impossible!" Ye Qingluo blurted out instinctively.
Linghu Lan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why is it impossible? Ye Qingluo, you know far more than I thought. I suddenly realize you're quite valuable."
"I don't know anything, let me go! If you treat me like this, I'll call the police." Ye Qingluo suddenly thought of something, gained confidence, and the panic on her face vanished, replaced by a fierce threat to Linghu Lan.
"Shout all you want, it won't do you any good." Linghu Lan revealed a tyrannical smile, quickly adopting the persona of someone forcibly taking an innocent woman.
Suddenly, she stared intently at Ye Qingluo's face for three seconds, then released her grip with a look of disgust. "Forget it, so ugly! I can't bring myself to eat her!"
Ye Qinglu looked bewildered, then as if she had been deeply humiliated, she screamed: "Ye Xunhuan!"
Linghu Lan picked at her ear; the sound was grating.
She ignored Ye Qingluo and walked up to Sheng Hong, who had already fainted.
Linghu Lan kicked Sheng Hong, but Sheng Hong still didn't react.
Ye Qingluo was furious that Linghu Lan was ignoring her: "What do you want to do?"
Linghu Lan suddenly pulled a fruit knife from her bosom and pointed it at Sheng Hong.
"I ask you questions, you answer them, and if you answer incorrectly, or if I'm not satisfied with your answer, he'll get stabbed. It's time to test your love, understand?"
Ye Qingluo's face paled. "You're not Ye Xunhuan, are you? The real Ye Xunhuan wouldn't dare to use a knife. Who are you really?"
Linghu Lan smiled brightly, "I told you before, I am an avenger. Now it's my turn to ask you questions. First question, all the girls who went on blind dates with Ye Xunhuan are dead, so why are you still alive?"
twenty three
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