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Chapter 781 The Little Crying Bag of the Demon Cult Leader 50
Before Jiang Meier finished speaking, a huge force suddenly swept towards her.

Unexpectedly, Ji Fan would attack suddenly, Jiang Meier showed horror, and quickly resisted with her internal strength.

But even though she tried her best, she was still injured by the powerful inner strength. She endured the pain from her internal organs, swallowed the bloody smell in her throat, and looked at Ji Fan with a wry smile: "Master, are you really Want to give up revenge for a Tang Tang? Then who will settle the grievances of dozens of members of the Ji family?"
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Jiang Meier left, but her words echoed in Ji Fan's ears for a long time.

On the case table, there were piles of letters and account books, but Ji Fan's writing hand did not move for a long time.

Sunrise and sunset until the candles are extinguished.

It was dark in the study, and Ji Fan fell asleep.

There was no girl by his side, and blood and crying once again occupied his dreams.

A loving grandmother, a gentle mother, a strict father, and those uncles, aunts, maids and servants...

Even though so many years have passed, Ji Fan still clearly remembers every face of the Ji family.

Those faces were either happy or sad or angry or angry, and in the end they all turned into despair in that disaster.

The cold sharp blade, the blood-stained wall, and those painful cries made Ji Fan's whole body chill, but his heart was constantly burning with the flames of hatred.

After a night of torment, Ji Fan finally woke up at dawn, sitting in front of the desk like a wooden sculpture, motionless, his eyes filled with thick ink.
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In the days that followed, Man Luo was taken care of by the demon cult members with good food and drink. As long as it was a request from her, the cult members would immediately fulfill her request.

The coachman and maid she brought out from Tang's house were also put back by Ji Fan's side.

Food, clothing, and daily life are taken care of in every possible way, and no one from the outside world will bother him. Man Luo's life is almost more comfortable and leisurely than when he was in the Tang family.

The only fly in the ointment is that she hasn't seen Ji Fan for a long time.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Man Luo lost interest. She poked the sliced ​​lotus root in the bowl with her chopsticks, and sighed quietly: "Why hasn't Ji Fan come to see me?"

Cui'er looked at her own lady with complicated eyes: "Miss, isn't it just right that he doesn't come?"

Ji Fan is the leader of the Demon Cult. Legend has it that he kills people without batting an eyelid, burns, kills, loots and commits all kinds of crimes.

In Tweety'er's view, the devil must have coveted their young lady's beauty when he brought them here. Ever since she was brought into this room, Tweety has been worried that the devil will come to bully their young lady.

The calm weather these past few days finally made Tweety feel a little relieved.

But I don't want their young lady to expect that devil to come over.

"The devil?" Man Luo was amused by Tweety's name, and corrected him: "Ji Fan is not the devil, but that is the husband I have married and paid homage to."

Tweety's face became more and more troubled, and she persuaded hesitantly: "Miss, although the devil looks good, but his temperament is really bad, you can't be fooled by him."

Man Luo propped his chin, and asked Cui Er with great interest, "In your opinion, what kind of person is Ji Fan?"

Tweety thought about the rumors about Ji Fan, and her face instantly turned pale: "This person is unpredictable, brutal and bloodthirsty, very terrifying."

At the end, Tweety's tone trembled.

Man Luo chuckled, but he really couldn't connect these words with the Ji Fan he remembered. Seeing Tweety's terrified look, she waved her hand: "You go down first."

(End of this chapter)