Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Don't worry, Mr. Lin."

Tong Baixiong clasped his fists together.

Ning Zhong and Ren Yingying were curious about the relationship between Lin Pingzhi and Dongfang Bubai in prison.

But they will not question Lin Pingzhi's decision.

Especially, when they knew that there was another man who manipulated Gong Jiu behind.

They decided not to hold back Lin Pingzhi.

"Let's go first, you must be careful!"

Ning Zhong exhorted worriedly.

"Master, don't worry."

Lin Pingzhi nodded.

After Tong Boxiong took them away.

Lin Pingzhi stared squarely at the prison in front of him.

"Qing Ling, don't worry, I will definitely rescue you."

Holding the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade in his hand, he approached the prison step by step.

At the same time, my heart is full of vigilance.

He didn't know if suddenly, the person who controlled Gong Jiu would jump out from somewhere.

Dongfang Qingling had tears in her eyes.

She watched Lin Pingzhi, who was thinking day and night, approaching her.

"Come on..."

Dongfang Qingling bit her lower lip tightly.

She is seriously injured now.

Couldn't walk freely at all.

She would only drag Lin Pingzhi back, and didn't want to cause trouble for Lin Pingzhi.

Besides, that person doesn't know when he will come out.

"rest assured."

It is impossible for Lin Pingzhi to leave Dongfang Qingling behind.

"Qing Ling, step back a little, I'll break open the prison right now."

He was about to draw his sword and cut open the prison.

Dongfang Qingling held back tears and moved back.

Seeing this, Lin Pingzhi focused his gaze.

Sword intent burst out all over his body.

His eyes are like torches.

"drink!"

With a light drink.

Lin Ping's sword struck the prison.

There was a loud "clang".

Although sparks splashed, there was only a white mark on the prison.

Lin Pingzhi was a little startled.

What material is this prison made of?

Why can't even the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade be cut through?

"Lin Pingzhi, hurry up, you can't save me."

Dongfang Qingling saw that Lin Pingzhi could not rescue her.

She felt a little hopeless.

But for the safety of Lin Pingzhi's life, she could only urge Lin Pingzhi to run quickly.

"No! I won't leave you behind!"

A look of madness appeared in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

He looked at the prison in front of him and gritted his teeth.

"I must rescue you!"

Lin Pingzhi held the Weeping Blood Ghost Blade and kept making sword moves.

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