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Chapter 4271: 5.0023 Suspicious

The moment the words fell, the seven flowers all burst into sobs...

"No purpose, what purpose could there be?"

"Little Stoic, you're hurting our feelings so much."

"Look at us, we're all powerless, how could we possibly have any ulterior motive towards you?"

"Wuwuwu."

"Yingyingying."

"We thought we could become good friends."

"Who knew you'd be so wary of us."

Qiao Mu had never witnessed such a scene. A group of men were surrounding her, whimpering and crying, looking utterly heartbroken.

The people she had encountered before—Duan Yue, Qin Er, Ming Yasi.

Even when she dragged and beat them, shot their souls with arrows, or used them for poison and medicine tests, they never cried with such delicate whimpers...

Had the world become unpredictable, or had she encountered a group of oddballs?

The little stoic held a shimmering blue spark, blinking, feeling instantly at a loss.

Facing a group of whimpering men, the little stoic thought, What can I do?

Honestly, for matters that could be solved with fists, she truly didn't want to waste words.

Moreover, she now had to face accusations and disdainful, resentful glares from a group of infatuated women, as if she had committed some unspeakably cruel act, forcing these innocent young men!

Qiao Mu felt suddenly weary.

Feng Changqing couldn't help but twitch his lips. It was their first time witnessing such a spectacle of large, handsome men crying.

Mu Xingchen, seeing the little stoic frozen, holding the Blue Spirit Pure Flame as if speechless, quickly jumped in to put out the fire and mediate.

Gently patting his sister's small hand, Mu Xingchen quickly reached out and helped her extinguish the Blue Spirit Pure Flame. "Little sister, these young gentlemen appear to have no cultivation whatsoever. They probably have nothing to do with Heaven's Will."

"Cough, cough cough." What Mu Xingchen didn't say was, Looking at how weak they are, they'd fall over with a gust of wind and roll away with a kick. How could they possibly be from Heaven's Will?

Their image just doesn't match!

The little stoic lowered her hand, looking at them suspiciously.

She always trusted her instincts and felt that the seven flowers were somewhat problematic.

The handsome man in red, wiping his tears, said pitifully, "Wuwu, we did investigate Miss Qiao initially, but only because we wanted to know who you were."

The man in green continued to whimper, "Yes, we just wanted to be friends with you."

"We never intended to harm you, Miss Stoic Face."

"Stop crying, or I'll poison you all mute," Qiao Mu said expressionlessly.

Everyone: ...

The little stoic's words abruptly ended the whimpering cries, and the seven flowers indeed dared not whimper randomly in front of her.

Miss Qiao, whose head was aching from the incessant whimpering, saw them all instantly close their mouths. Only then did her expression relax, and she continued with a cold face, "You, come here."

Her small hand pointed at Fan Meng, who was being held by the man in red. Fan Meng opened his wide, watery eyes, looked at her for a few seconds, then belatedly moved his feet, obediently taking a few steps forward.

Qiao Mu looked at this person's pitiful, white-rabbit-like expression and inexplicably felt that she had been a bit too harsh on them just now.

Her small hand pressed down on a Truth Talisman, and Qiao Mu warned expressionlessly, "Don't pull any tricks!"

Fan Meng and the others repeatedly shook their heads, indicating that they had no ill intentions towards the little girl.

Although Qiao Mu still found their behavior somewhat suspicious, she disliked falsely accusing others without evidence.