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Furthermore, in the current situation, it is really hard to say something to Yuan Qingming.

Hehe, Yuan Qingming said in the mausoleum anyway, but what about going out?

So that's what they said, forget it, at that time, where will there be a way for Yuan Qingming to survive.

Luo Manxue naturally understood the truth. Although he was very dissatisfied with Yuan Qingming, at this time, he also chose to forget it.

"Oh, friend? But how can you make me believe you!?"

Yuan Qingming moved back and took two steps back.

After leaving the touch of Li Qingming, he looked at Li Qingfeng again.

"How can you believe it?"

The smile on Li Qingfeng's lips was still very moving, but his eyes were slightly narrowed.

"This is very simple, you can drop a drop of blood here!"

Yuan Qingming took out a small piece of cloth from the cloth bag he was carrying.

On that piece of cloth, there are some patterns scattered around.

These patterns have a long-lasting trace, which gives people a deeper taste when they look at them.

It seems to be a kind of mysterious meaning.

"what is this?"

Luo Manxue asked immediately. The piece of cloth in front of him was strange to people. Plus, it must be very strange that a drop of blood should be dripped on it.

She naturally refused to do this.

"Nothing, this is just a way to protect yourself!"

While speaking, Yuan Qingming gave the piece of cloth in his hand toward Li Qingfeng's face again.

Li Qingfeng didn't say anything. Holding a Swiss army knife, he cut his finger a bit and dripped blood on the cloth piece.

As his blood dripped on the piece of cloth, the piece of cloth still glowed slightly.

Seeing this light, Yuan Qingming couldn't help narrowing his eyes when he looked at Li Qingfeng.

Seeing that Li Qingfeng had done it all, the rest of the people also shed blood one after another.

Anyway, in the end, Li Qingfeng must have a solution.

All of them have been bleeding, but they are not like Li Qingfeng, with a flash of light.

Of course, they didn't say anything, just stood on one side.

"You can trust us now!"

Li Qingfeng went to Yuan Qingming again.

Yuan Qingming held the piece of cloth with the blood of several of them tightly in the palm of her hand. In just a few seconds, the palm of her hand was also shining brightly, opening her hand.

The piece of cloth has disappeared, and then only a little dust is left.

"Believe it!"

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yuan Qingming's mouth, and she did not continue to speak.

But the people around them couldn't help but feel shocked when they saw her behavior and her current look.

"That's good!"

Li Qingfeng's hand fell on Yuan Qingming's shoulder again.

Yuan Qingming didn't move anything, but lowered his eyebrows.

When Luo Manxue saw this scene in front of her, the corner of her mouth also raised a smile, as if this way, she could conceal the cold light in her eyes.

This Yuan Qing Dynasty is really becoming more and more unclear.

It is this uncertainty that makes people feel that there is some panic in their hearts.

However, what about... This Yuan Qingming must die from now on.

Only when she is dead, will she feel more comfortable in her heart.