Don't Touch Me Dirty!

Ji Qinglin was shocked.

He could not believe it.

"Xia Wanning, don't tell me you're also involved in Sister Ling's matter that year?"

Xia Wanning's tone was extremely cold.

"You can't blame me. If it wasn't for her back then, the person sitting on Empress's seat should have been me. The person who became the Ancestor's disciple should have been me."

Ji Qinglin felt a sweetness in his throat as he spat out blood in anger at Xia Wanning's words.

"What is it? How dare you? "Xia Wanning, how dare you do these things?"

"Bam!"

The cage was actually broken by the furious Ji Qinglin.

The ability of a Grade Eight Alchemist should not be underestimated. His speed had also reached the limit.

The next moment, Xia Wanning felt her breath catch in her throat. When she looked down, she found that Ji Qinglin seemed to have gone mad and grabbed her neck with both of his hands.