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Chapter 702

After finishing speaking, there was a light color between the brows, looking completely alienated and indifferent.

Not to mention the crowd outside Fu Ruixiang, even the old man in the Chinese tunic looked back at her in surprise.

All eyes were on Lin Hanxing.

She picked up the celadon teacup again, slightly retracted her long eyelashes, and her snow-white and translucent skin gave people a sense of distance.

Before anyone else could speak again, they only heard a unique whistle coming from their ears.

I couldn't tell how long or short it was. The bodyguards who had been guarding Fu Ruixiang's gate suddenly felt a shadow descending from behind.

Subconsciously turned around and looked...

Stronger and more well-trained men in black suits stood behind them, expressionless.

"..."

"Miss Han, do you want your people to get out of the way, or..."

or what?

Is it possible that she can still call in?
Han Mingmei's fingers clenched unconsciously, and even when he heard Lin Hanxing's voice, he would not let go.

Lin Hanxing was not annoyed, but just smiled softly.

The laughter was very kind.

But what happened in the next second made everyone's eyes widen!

The group of men in black suits who were originally standing behind Fu Ruixiang's bodyguard kicked each other to the ground with their feet unceremoniously.

For a while, there were endless screams.

Fu Ruixiang's eyes widened, subconsciously covered his neck and hid behind Han Mingmei.

"Let my people call in."

Lin Hanxing finished this sentence coldly, no matter how it sounded, it sounded like a satire to Han Mingmei.

"you……"

Although Su Ling'er had already experienced her reckless behavior, she was still shocked to witness it again.

After Lin Hanxing's men knocked Fu Ruixiang's bodyguard to the ground, he walked up behind her expressionlessly and stood still, holding in his hand the extremely similar yellowed paper scroll that had been torn up.

She actually has?

"What's so arrogant about you? These people are nothing more than Lei...Young Master Lei, if you want to pretend to be a tiger, it depends on whether you have the ability! What exactly the same calligraphy and painting, I think it's just an excuse for you to renege on it!"

Su Ling'er stretched her neck and yelled from there, obviously relying on Han Mingmei's presence.

Hearing Su Linger's voice, Lin Hanxing glanced over.

Just looking at her lukewarmly.

Su Ling'er was able to hold on at first.

But when the uncontrollable trembling frequency of her knees increased sharply, she began to doubt whether the legs grew on her body.

"Baixi, send it over, and ask these experts to take a closer look."

Lin Hanxing withdrew his gaze and spoke indifferently.

"Okay!" Bai Xi carefully took the scroll from the hand of the person next to him.

Walk towards the group of experts.

Experts who wear glasses wear glasses, those who hold magnifying glasses use magnifying glasses, and even old men in Chinese tunic suits come together, just to see this so-called orphan that is exactly the same as the torn one...

Is that the case?

Bai Xi put the scroll on the packed Eight Immortals table, carefully unwrapped the middle seal, and slowly spread out the scroll.

The moment it was opened, there was a gasp from several experts!

It turned out to be exactly the same!
The style of handwriting, signature and bell seal, no matter which one is singled out, they are all exactly the same!

Putting it together with the torn volume of the orphan product, this strong contrast becomes even more obvious!

The old man in the Chinese tunic suit had a sharp look, and moved to the front to push the experts away, carefully looking at every place.

Suddenly, his expression changed subtly.

Turn your head and look in the direction of Lin Hanxing!
　The 1nd, there are updates.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)