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Chapter 739 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 08
There was even a faint murderous intent in those pitch-black pupils looking at him.

This made Manro even more curious about the contents of the box.

Ling Yin seems to have seen such a sudden change because of seeing the things in the box.

Could it be that Ling Yin has some grievances with the Tang family that she doesn't know about?
Before Man Luo could straighten out his thoughts, Ling Yin had already quietly slid in front of her, and his slender and powerful fingers suddenly touched several big holes of hers.

Man Luo only felt a pain in his body, and he couldn't move anymore.

A moment later, a pair of strong arms firmly wrapped around her waist, leading her out of the courtyard.

After just a few ups and downs, they fell into another small courtyard, which was the residence arranged by the housekeeper for Ling Yin. The door was opened, and Man Luo was thrown on the bed by the other party rudely. The breath rushed towards the face in an instant, and Ling Yin's deep and hoarse voice sounded in his ear: "Miss Tang, you'd better not scream, otherwise I don't mind if you can never make a sound."

These words sound a little ambiguous at first, but they are actually a merciless threat.

After the acupoints were unlocked, Man Luo obediently did not call for help. She straightened up and sat up, still holding the soft brocade quilt in her hands.

"Young Master Ling Yin captured me in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?"

If it was Spring Breeze, she really wasn't going to refuse, but it's a pity that the other party didn't mean that.

At this moment, Ling Yin's breath was violent, and he slowly placed the wooden box in his hand in front of Man Luo.

Man Luo finally saw what was in the wooden box. It was an extremely delicate dart, shaped like a crescent moon, and made of unknown material. Not to mention it was as thin as a cicada's wing. A faint sense of transparency.

Before she had time to marvel at the fineness of the dart, Ling Yin's slender fingers touched the dart.

"Bringing Miss Tang is of course something important."

He slowly picked up the dart, and directly stuck the sharp edge on Man Luo's slender and fragile neck. The cold and dangerous breath approached, and even Ling Yin's tone became extremely dangerous: "I I want to ask Miss Tang something, and I hope Miss Tang can answer honestly."

"What do you want to ask?" Man Luo blinked her eyes, her tone was still gentle, even though she was pressed against her neck by a sharp knife, she didn't show much fear.

Ling Yin's hands paused, squinting his eyes to take back the dart, and played with it in his hand: "Miss Tang, have you seen this dart before?"

Man Luo's eyes fell on the dart again. Such a special material and shape, once seen, will not be forgotten.

She nodded slightly, and replied rather obediently: "Yes."

The original owner's father often held this dart in his hand during his lifetime, and she had seen that preoccupied look many times.

"Tell me where it came from!"

Ling Yin's tone became urgent, and his figure couldn't help approaching Man Luo.

Man Luo stared fixedly at him, lowered his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know."

Over the years, Tang Hua has protected the original owner very well. Like those grievances and grievances in the martial arts world, the original owner has not touched a single bit.

Don't talk about the origin of these weapons, even if it is a sect in the Jianghu, the original owner may not be able to recognize them all.

She was telling the truth, but Ling Yin obviously didn't believe it.

"Unclear?" The man repeated coldly, looking at Man Luo with unfathomable eyes: "Since this dart is in your Tang family, why don't you know its origin."

Facing Ling Yin's unfriendly gaze, Man Luo spread his hands innocently: "But the fact is that I really don't know."

(End of this chapter)