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Chapter 895: Rumors about Feng Tianlan


Mrs.

Jiang's bloated body was pushed to the ground in an instant.

She beat the ground with her hands and cried, "Oh, what evil have I done?

I let my son be entangled by a witch.

I'm going to kill him."

Mother's fate.

"When that demon girl died, she almost killed my son.

Now she killed someone else, brought her body back to life, and tried to kill my son again.

What kind of evil did I do to be bullied by a demon girl like this."

Jiang Ying was lying on the steps, drinking wine and speaking affectionate words.

He was completely an infatuated man drunk on love.

Mrs.

Jiang was sitting on the ground in a tall posture, hammering her hands like pig's trotters, howling while hammering, as if she was killing a pig.

Although this scene has been going on for more than half a month, passers-by still can't help but make comments.

"This Jiang Ying is so infatuated.

The general election of the Xuantian Alliance is about to come.

He is not prepared, but he is here to get drunk.

He only wants to save Shen Qingdai.

But it has been more than half a month.

Let alone show up, he can't even make a sound.

I didn’t hear it, she is really a vain woman, she just forgot about her old love as soon as she climbed up to King Shura.”

"Shen Qingdai has returned to Lin'an City for a few months, but she has never told her identity, let alone recognized them.

If there is no national master, I am afraid that no one will know her identity.

This is for a man to erase everything.

The truth is that for the sake of glory and wealth, you can turn your back on your best friend and be ungrateful."

"Shen Qingdai doesn't recognize it.

She must have her own reasons.

Maybe she has lost her memory."

"Amnesia really makes her act like she is singing on a stage.

She also has amnesia.

She is a ruthless and white-eyed wolf."

"What's the point?

Give everyone present a chance to choose.

King Shura and Jiang Ying, of course, choose King Shura.

Don't make sour grapes if you can't eat them yourself, and say bad things about others here."

"But King Shura used his sword to seize love.

Relying on his strong spiritual power, he could rob someone else's fiancée.

This is not the same as a local ruffian and bully."

"King Shura still needs to do this.

He just stood there, and many women jumped on him.

I still want to be snatched by him." "" The people watching were divided into various viewpoints, but in the end there were too many people with too much anger, resentment, envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The good discussions were gradually drowned out.

In the end, some people were too lazy to scold such blind people, so they simply Just shut up.

So the scene immediately became a crusade against Feng Tianlan for being ruthless, ungrateful, and someone who has a new love and forgets the old one.

In fact, for more than half a month, this kind of argument has often happened once.

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It wasn't until Jiang Ying was drunk and unconscious that the onlookers would disperse, but at the same time, the rumors would also dissipate.

A delicate figure suddenly jumped out and stood at the door of Bailan League, leaning on her hips and yelling angrily, "Feng Tianlan, get out of here, my aunt is going to kill you today."

"Zhen'er."

Mrs.

Jiang looked at the pretty girl with tears in her eyes, "Please advise Ying'er, he was drugged with the ecstasy soup."

Yuan Haizhen nodded, "Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely do it, but today I must let that bitch Feng Tianlan come out."

Originally, Brother Ying was about to get engaged to her, but for some reason, he turned around and proposed marriage to a dead man, and also wanted to marry her underworld.

In the end, the dead man came back to life, which made Yuan Haizhen hate Feng Tianlan deeply.

In my heart, I believed that Feng Tianlan was a witch who borrowed corpses to bring back souls, a witch who specialized in seducing the hearts and souls of men, so I hated her even more

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