She, the leader of the world of assassins in the twenty-first century, once she was reborn, she became the destitute daughter of the Third House of the Cold House in the Black Turtle Continent. In her previous life, she had been deemed as a good-for-nothing and had been tormented ever since she was born. In this life, she vowed to take revenge on her and take back everything that belonged to her. He, the cold and strange son of the Demon Lord, moved erratically. He always appeared when she needed him. Initially, he had only wanted to investigate her secrets, but he felt guilty for being injured. To protect Leng Lingqi, he did not hesitate to remove the devil arts from his body, and he did not hesitate to renounce the position of Demon Lord. At first she thought he was nosy and hated him, but then …

My Seemed To Be Loser Concubine

If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If anyone offends me, I will become a prisoner.

Tonight, the moonlight was bright and clear. The pale moonlight scattered across every nook and cranny, seeming desolate but also wailing. It was like the accompaniment of a hero. It was like a vicissitudes of life, solo to the ends of the world.

Leng Lingqi grabbed the rusted sword's arm and waved it, releasing a ray of Sword Qi that emitted a wailing sound.

The group of men in black disappeared in an instant, and in the next second, they were close at hand.

"Kill!" Five or six sharp swords slashed down.

"Wind Thunder Earth, break!" Leng Lingqi's legs stopped moving, and she bent down, her hands moving extremely quickly and smoothly.

A layer of golden light blocked the sharp sword and sword wind.

"This is?" One of them asked doubtfully.

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