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Was this the reason? Was he willing to help ta a magical beast just to free Lord Qin Yu and eat roasted at with him? How f*cking domineering!
On the streets, other than the mbers of the Snow Wolf rcenary Group, everyone else was about to cry. Could they also kidnap Lord Qin Yu and make Lord Beiting Huang “accidentally” agree to help them ta a magical beast?
Upon hearing this, the old madman almost went crazy with joy. He jumped up and was about to leave when the voice of an oriole coming out of the valley stopped him.
“Wait a minute!” Mu Qingling walked over and held Beiting Huang’s arm. She said in a charming voice, “Ninth Young Master, can you take this withered vine from Lord Ai Lan’s head? I think it’s very beautiful!”
Oh my God!
The onlookers almost vomited their dinner from the previous night!
Usually, when they saw this old lunatic, they would run as far as they could. It was just that this old lunatic couldn’t be any dirtier. Even where he had stood, they were unwilling to stand on it. This girl looked elegant and refined. She was charming and moving. If they didn’t know her identity and that she was Lord Beiting Huang’s fiancée, they would have wanted to look at her more.
Who knew that this girl’s preferences were so unique?
Sensing everyone’s strange gazes, Mu Qingling also felt depressed. Little Ninth was really sothing. Why did she take a fancy to the withered vine on this old man’s head? This old man had not washed his hair for countless years. The withered vine was probably stained with more than just head oil. Perhaps there were many dirty things.
There were whispers in the crowd. Although they knew that Beiting Huang was powerful, his fiancée’s taste was too strange.
“Is there soone who’s interested in Lord Ai Lan’s things? It’s understandable if it’s herbs, but no one will pick up this withered vine if it’s thrown on the ground, okay?”
“Heavens, I even suspect that the oil on the withered vine can’t be scraped off with a sword, right?”
“That’s right. Oh my god, it’s disgusting!”
“Lord Beiting Huang’s fiancée has seen all kinds of good things. She actually likes this thing. It’s too funny!”
Mu Qingling was so embarrassed that she wished there was a crack in the ground. She could just crawl in. At this mont, she had no choice but to put on an act with Beiting Huang. She shook her arm. “Little Ninth, is it okay?”
Beiting Huang looked especially troubled and glared fiercely at the old man. She found the old man’s appearance a little strange and patted Mu Qingling’s hand that was hanging on her arm. “Ling’er, that thing is too dirty. If you like it, we’ll go to the Starmoon Plains later. I’ll help you cut a better-looking one!”
“Dirty? In what way is it dirty?” The old man jumped up in anger like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. “I clearly took a shower ten months ago. How is it dirty? Hmph, you want this hairpin of mine. It’s passed down from generation to generation. You want it, but I won’t give it to you!”
“Are you not giving it to ? It’s good that you’re not giving it to . If you’re not giving it to Little Ninth, he won’t help you ta magical beasts!” Mu Qingling placed her hands on her hips and stuck out her chest like a furious little tiger. “I’ve taken a fancy to this hairpin of yours. You have to give it to even if you don’t want to!”
Beiting Huang’s smiling eyes locked onto Mu Qingling. The tolerance and love in her eyes were so obvious. In the crowd, the young girls were all seeing stars. They looked at Mu Qingling enviously, wishing they could replace her. Lord Beiting Huang was such a good husband. He was powerful, noble, and so affectionate. Only soone who had saved the Rubis Continent in his previous life could have such a good fiancé in this life, right?
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