Xia Jinmian is well aware of how deep Li Ming's hatred for his mother is.

The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable!

But at such an urgent moment just now, what Li Ming chose was not to allow his mother to commit suicide to avenge his blood, but to save his mother.

She knew that it was Li Ming's subconscious move, and his intention was kind.

Of course, perhaps part of the reason was because of her prayer.

But in the end, it was Li Ming who saved her mother.

She should be grateful to him!

Hearing the words, Li Ming was startled, and lifted up that pale and morbidly beautiful face.

He is a natural female face, not flirtatious, but very flamboyant.

Anyone who has seen his face can hardly forget it.

Xia Jinmian still remembered that when she saw his face for the first time, she mistook him for a woman.

I was surprised in my heart that there is such a beautiful sister in this world.

Of course, she also blurted out and called her sister.

This made Li Ming very angry, and he trained her until she was exhausted before letting her go back to rest.

Later, she deeply remembered Li Ming's face, and often secretly looked at him.

But Li Ming seldom showed his face, probably because he disliked his own appearance, it was too glamorous, and he often wore black robes to cover his facial features tightly.

Because Li Ming liked the dark too much, his skin rarely saw sunlight, and over time, he became sickly pale.

At this moment, his hands are covered with scarlet, and his already fair skin looks even paler, which makes people feel distressed.

His lips are naturally bright red.

A weak hoarse voice escaped from his bright red lips.

"Why thank me, I'm just a loser."

Xia Jinmian frowned, when she heard Ye Mohan's cold voice behind her.

"If you are a man, stand up and pretend to be a loser before you die!"

Xia Jinmian stood up and looked back at Ye Mohan helplessly.

Ye Mohan's face was gloomy, and he was usually reserved, but at this moment there was obvious contempt and contempt in his eyes.

It seems to be deliberately showing Xia Jinmian.

Xia Jinmian pursed her lower lip slightly, and said to Li Ming, "Your hand needs to stop the bleeding."

Li Ming gently flicked the blood beads congealed in the palm of his hand, and didn't care.

He stood up, a head taller than Xia Jinmian, looked down at her and asked, "Are we still friends?"

Xia Jinmian's eyes brightened slightly, and before she could say yes, Ye Mohan pulled her to his side, with a tone of domineering tone that seemed to be declaring sovereignty.

"You and my woman are just ordinary friends!"

Xia Jinmian wanted to quibble, but couldn't find any words to quibble.

Indeed, she and Li Ming can only be ordinary friends.

Even if Li Ming rescued her mother, Li Ming and her would be separated by a sea of ??blood and hatred, and it would be impossible for them to be closer friends.

Li Ming lowered his eyes, and a wry smile overflowed from his red lips.

He raised his hand to put on the wide hat, and seemed to retract his dark shell again.

At this time, Li Ming's followers suddenly ran from the outer courtyard into the inner courtyard.

At first sight, there were hundreds of elites standing neatly in the inner courtyard, and the attendants turned pale with fright.

"My lord, my lord..."

"What's the matter?" Li Ming said lightly.

"Your Highness, Your Highness is coming..."

Li Ming immediately thought of who was coming, he turned his eyes to Xia Jinmian with a nervous expression.

"Go away! You can't stay here any longer, and don't go back to the palace!"

But it was too late, Simba strode in with his elite.

Xia Jinmian's elite immediately defended with guns.

After Simba came in, seeing so many people there, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Soon, he restrained the emotion in his eyes, not only was he not afraid at all, but also had a warm smile on his face.

"Little girl, we meet again."

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