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Chapter 738 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 07
Could it be that the three people around her also received such a warm invitation from her?
Thinking of this, Ling Yin's eyes instantly turned icy cold, and unhappiness rose in his heart for no reason.

"Ling Yin still wants to mourn the old leader, so I won't bother you."

He dropped these words in a deep voice, turned and left, his slender back showing indifference.

Seeing that Ling Yin had left with interest, the three of Xie Yufei proudly approached Man Luo, criticizing and belittling Ling Yin again.

Man Luo automatically ignored their noise, and looked at Ling Yin's back with puzzled eyes: "Why are you angry?"
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The rich heritage of the Tang family lies not only in the Tang family's properties scattered everywhere, but also in the martial arts secrets and inner skills passed down from generation to generation by the Tang family, as well as the forces hiding in the dark to protect the Tang family.

These things are enough to increase the power of any sect.

Such great benefits are in sight, and Man Luo is the key to get them, so it's no wonder Xie Yufei and the others are so eager to please.

However, Manro felt annoyed by their flattery.

Although she likes to watch the excitement, she doesn't like being a part of it.

Especially this kind of hypocrisy and purposeful pursuit really made her tired of coping.

In order to avoid those three people, Man Luo simply locked himself in the house.

With nothing to do, she had to cover her head and sleep all afternoon. As a result, she couldn't fall asleep at night...

When Man Luo was lying on the bed in a daze, bored.

Suddenly there was a very small sound outside the house.

[The host is the target of the raid. 】

The companion's timely reminder made Manro sit up all of a sudden.

She knew that Ling Yin's purpose for coming here was impure, but she didn't want the other party to be so impatient that she actually took action the night she stayed.

She wants to see what Ling Yin wants to do in this dark and stormy month.
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Cloaked in darkness, Ling Yin avoided the servants in the mansion, and came to the old leader's room with a clear purpose.

The door was locked, he frowned, shook the lock open with his inner strength, and walked in without a sound.

In memory of the old leader, everything in this room still retains its original appearance.

This also facilitated Ling Yin's actions. He searched every corner of the house carefully, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, he touched an old box beside the bed, and the moment the box was opened, his figure suddenly froze there.

When Man Luo arrived, he happened to see the scene where Ling Yin was holding the box.

This is the old leader's room, and there are only some relics of the old leader in it. Man Luo can be sure that there is nothing important in it.

So Ling Yin went to great lengths to break into this place in the middle of the night just to find such an old wooden box?
What is so amazing in that wooden box?
Her footsteps moved slightly, making a very small sound.

The sound was mixed with the rustling of the leaves, and ordinary people couldn't detect it at all, but Ling Yin, who was caught in his own thoughts, suddenly came back to his senses.

"Who?" He turned around suddenly, his sharp eyes shot straight at Manro.

When he saw the girl standing at the door, Ling Yin's hand holding the box tightened subconsciously, and a dangerous black color surged in those deep eyes.

"Miss Tang, when did you follow me?"

Man Luo tilted his head to look at him, and asked without answering, "Young Master Ling Yin, what are you looking for?"

Ling Yin smiled lowly, but there was no joy in that laughter, only endless coldness.

The current Lingyin is obviously very wrong.

Compared with him who was calm during the day, he seemed to be stimulated by something now, with sharp edges and corners all over his body, and a strong dangerous aura diffused.

(End of this chapter)