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"Hahahaha. It is indeed a devil. This prince said that this person is a devil. Now you finally believe it!" A ferocious smile appeared on Sima Jing's face, pointing at Mo, who was covered with a red hijab and had never spoken. Chen Xuan said to Father Gu and Mother Gu who were sitting in the high hall: "Uncle and Auntie, the identity of this devil is now confirmed."

"Bastard!" Gu's father roared angrily and threw the cup of hot tea on the table to the ground. It broke into pieces and made a harsh sound.

He was furious and said coldly: "Master of the Holy Cult, you have really worked hard to come to my Yunlai Villa." After saying that, he waved his hand and attacked Mo Chenxuan with his inner energy. Mo Chenxuan moved his body and nimbly dodged Gu's father. With an offensive, he lifted up the red hijab with one hand, revealing the face that was exactly the same as in the portrait, but still held Gu Qinghua with the other hand.

Upon seeing this, the eight hall masters immediately drew their swords and pointed them at the people outside the hall!

"Leader, are you okay?" a hall leader asked.

"Devil, take your life!"

The righteous people brought by Sima Jing suddenly took action and got into a fight with the people outside the hall. The flash of swords and shadows were dazzling.

"You traitor, don't let me go yet!"

Father Gu was so angry that he used Qinggong to come to Gu Qinghua and pulled Gu Qinghua to his side.

The situation developed so fast that Gu Qinghua could not stop it at all.

No one would have thought that people from the Holy Cult would come at this time.

Gu Qinghua did not expect it, nor did Mo Chenxuan. Even Bai Ling and Hei Yu, who received the signal from the Holy Cult on the way to the wedding, were not expecting it. The monks who were two feet tall were confused.

If the two of them hadn't witnessed the leader and the second young master being in love with each other and playing the piano and the piano harmoniously in the same room, they would have mistakenly thought that the leader had sneaked into Yunlai Villa for some purpose.

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"Axuan! Are you okay?"

A woman in green clothes flew down from the eaves. She had a delicate appearance and was holding a fox in her arms. She was not the left protector of the Holy Cult - An Xiang.

Before An Xiang settled down, he attacked the two self-proclaimed upright martial arts figures who were fighting with the Holy Cult members, and finally stepped on their bodies to the ground.

This scene made the righteous people even more jealous and attacked Anxiang one after another.

He was shouting words like: "Witch! Die!"

Although Anxiang's martial arts skills are not as good as those of Mo Chenxuan and Gu Qinghua, not just any low-level person is qualified to be her opponent.

In just a moment, the five grown-up men who attacked her all died unexpectedly, not in her hands, but in the hands of the fox with hair as white as snow in his arms.

The reason why the members of the Holy Cult arrived here was because they received intelligence. Today, a large number of martial arts righteous people will attack Yunlai Villa under the banner of "defeating demons". The target is naturally their leader who is lurking in the Villa.

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Even An Xiang was dispatched, so there must be a lot of followers coming this time.

This matter is getting more and more confusing.

Who is it? Are you plotting against him?

Gu Qinghua pursed his lips but said nothing. His eyes were as deep as a thousand-year-old cold pool, and wherever he looked, there was cold murderous intent.

Mo Chenxuan stared at Gu Qinghua with burning eyes and said softly: "Qinghua."

With just one look, Gu Qinghua could tell what Mo Chenxuan meant.

Mo Chenxuan was telling him that he didn't know all this and that he really wanted to marry him.

But with the situation in front of him, he couldn't say a word to Mo Chenxuan. He could only use his eyes to indicate that he believed him.

It's just that Gu Qinghua never expected that the situation would develop from bad to worse, and nothing he could predict in the future.