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4201 Became The Young Matriarch (1)

Before Huang Yueli could react, Li Moying’s expression changed on the spot.

He raised his foot to kick the beggar down.

“Let go of her!”

Li Moying kicked out her feet extremely fast, and there was a sharp whistling sound, which made everyone who heard it tremble.

If he is kicked for real by this kick, half of this person’s life will be lost if he doesn’t die!

However, this is what he deserves.

Everyone knows that Young Master Li is most nervous about his fiancée. If this beggar dares to touch Young Miss Li, isn’t he courting death?

However, at this moment, a streak of profound energy flew across the air, just blocking Li Moying’s feet.

“Hey, wait, Moying, don’t be so impulsive!”

Huang Yueli stopped him in time.

Li Moying frowned, and looked at her in surprise, “Little Li’er, you are… the finals are about to start, we don’t need to waste time for a beggar.”

Huang Yueli shook her head, “No, I always feel that something is wrong. The profound energy fluctuations emanating from this person give me a familiar feeling.”

“Mysterious power fluctuations?!” Li Moying asked strangely.

It is true that this beggar has some fluctuations in his profound strength, but that is too weak!

Any of the guards present is stronger than him.

I don’t know if this person only has such a poor cultivation base, or because of a serious injury, his cultivation base plummeted.

But no matter what, it’s none of their business.

Huang Yueli said: “Just ask and you will find out. You all let him go and let this old man get on the carriage.”

Hearing this, Li Moying frowned, obviously unwilling.

However, he never refuted the decision made by his wife.

So, even though he was dissatisfied, he immediately directed the guards to help the beggar into the carriage.

As soon as the car curtain fell, this person became agitated again, and almost threw himself on Huang Yueli.

“Looking for death!” Li Moying snorted coldly.

The profound force came out through the body, and the beggar couldn’t bear it, and almost vomited blood on the spot.

Huang Yueli hurriedly said: “Moying, sit down first, don’t worry so much, you can see that his cultivation level is not high, so he can’t hurt me. Let me ask a few words first, alright?”

Hearing this, Li Moying glanced at the beggar coldly, and gave him a warning look.

Then she sat down beside Huang Yueli.

Only then did Huang Yueli smile, and said: “This old man, I don’t know why, but I always feel that we should know each other.”

“Ah… ah…” The beggar opened his mouth, eager to say something, but he could only make a vague cry.

Huang Yueli thought for a while, took out a pen and paper from the space, and pushed it in front of him.

“Do you have something you want to tell me? It doesn’t matter if you can’t say it. You can write, right? It’s the same when you write it down.”

The beggar took the pen and paper, and immediately buried his head in writing impatiently.

Huang Yueli sat aside and watched, noticing that several nails on his fingers had been pulled out, she couldn’t help frowning.

Although I don’t know this person, it’s too miserable to see him being tortured like this, right?

Although she is not a very sympathetic person and usually kills demons and enemies without mercy, she also resents using this method to torture others.

It is obviously difficult for the beggar to pinch the pen.

However, he still worked hard to express his meaning.

The first sentence made Huang Yueli gasp.
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