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Ling Chen felt Quinn get up and come out to look for him, casually wearing a burgundy suit jacket and a pair of pants of the same color.

Unexpectedly, he just walked to the living room.

Quinn looked at him with tears in his eyes, while the bodyguards in black, headed by Norton, aimed their guns at him.

Ling Chen raised his hand and scratched his messy hair: "What do you mean?"

Quinn looked at him, with tears streaming down his face. As if he had exhausted all his strength, he asked loudly and heartbreakingly: "Who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of bodyguards in black rushed outside the house again and surrounded Ling Chen with guns.

Ling Chen saw that Quinn was holding a mobile phone in his hand and guessed that someone was informing him.

If it were my sister, she would definitely be dead, but it's a pity that he isn't!

He smiled and leaned directly against the nearby wall: "I have slept with you for so long and you still don't know who I am?"

Quinn was furious, walked quickly to Ling Chen, grabbed his neck, and his deep blue eyes instantly turned blood red.

"Ling Mo sent you here? Huh? She is very courageous. Even if she deceives my feelings, she still dares to ask you to sleep with me?!"

The force in Quinn's hand was heavy, but not enough to suffocate Ling Chen. He held Quinn in his arms with his backhand.

He bent his head towards Quinn's red cheeks and kissed him a few more times.

Quinn yelled: "Asshole! Don't kiss the emperor!"

Seeing that Quinn had been arrested, Norton looked horrified and said to the bodyguard in black nearby: "Inform the old pope and let him make the decision!"

Before the bodyguard in black could speak, Ling Chen looked at Norton and gave a cold warning.

"Baby Kui and I had our first quarrel. I don't want the elders to know about it. If it damages our relationship, can you bear it?"

Norton looked at Ling Chen angrily.

"Does it matter? You are a liar sent by Ling Mo to sleep with His Majesty. If I don't tear you into pieces later, why don't you ask me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the bodyguard in black again.

The bodyguard in black left quickly.

When Ling Chen saw this, he was immediately displeased. He held Quinn's neck while blowing in his ear.

"Quinn, do you know? I really like you and fell in love with you at first sight. It's a pity that you don't know how to cherish it!"

Quinn struggled hard: "Stop pretending! When I catch Ling Mo, your life will be worse than death!"

"Mo Mo is my sister and my little sweetheart. I don't want you to have any thoughts about her!

If you are dissatisfied with me, feel free to tell me, but if you want to touch my sister, Quinn, I would rather not have you in this life! "

"Still pretending?" Quinn gritted his teeth.

"I have seen the last surveillance footage from the night the Ling family was destroyed ten years ago. The real Ling Chen is already dead!

Do you think I will believe you if you disguise yourself as Ling Chen? "

Hearing that Quinn had the video of that time, Ling Chen was distracted for a while and guessed that the person who came to sow discord should be from the Jun family.

Quinn took advantage of Ling Chen's distraction, broke free from his restraints, and quickly ran to Norton's side.

He grabbed Norton's pistol and pointed it at Ling Chen's forehead.

Led by Quinn, dozens of pistols were pointed at him, but he showed no signs of cowardice.

He looked at Quinn affectionately: "Quinn, if I said the person in the video was not me, would you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" Quinn was so angry that he couldn't listen to any explanation.

Ling Chen's eyes were red and her heart was twisting: "Then if I say, I love you, Quinn, would you believe it?"

"You don't believe it!" Quinn glared at Ling Chen fiercely: "You have no right to love me!"

"Ha..." Ling Chen smiled suddenly, leaning on the wall, looking blankly, and murmuring to himself.

"I heard that in true love, no matter what happens, you will never doubt the other person! Apparently, Quinn, you don't love me!"

"The emperor loves the real Ling Chen! Not you, nor Ling Mo!" Quinn said firmly.

......

The Dream Castle is not far from the Holy See.

I heard that fake Ling Chen appeared around Quinn.

Led by old Pope Angele, Ling Yunyao, old Pope Dickens and other royal families from the ancient papal sect all followed.

The originally narrow living room was packed with people.

Angele, Ling Yunyao and Dickens were at the front.

Seeing Quinn's rage and pointing a gun at Ling Chen, Angele was the first to speak: "What's going on?"

Quinn handed him the phone, and he quickly read it. Not sure, he showed it to his wife.

Ling Yunyao took the phone and looked at it. The little boy inside did look like Ling Chen when he was a child.

But she is from the Ling family. Even if it is true, she cannot admit it now.

She frowned and looked at Quinn and said, "The little boy inside is not Ling Chen!"

Quinn's heart suddenly sank: "How do you know?"

Ling Yunyao looked at Angele and blinked: "When something happened to the Ling family, Ling Chen was with me. If you don't believe me, ask your grandpa?"

Angel suddenly understood and nodded: "Yes!"

When Quinn saw their flirting, he knew he couldn't believe it: "Grandma Yunyao, you are from the Ling family, your words cannot be trusted!"

"What about me?" Dickens walked up to Quinn.

"Mr. Ling told me that the Jun family has been hunting down the Ling family members, and Ling Chen is an important target of the Jun family!

Therefore, the Ling family has raised Ling Chen and Ling Mo separately since they were born, keeping their substitutes by their side.

The little boy who had the accident was not Ling Chen! "

Quinn's hands were trembling, but he still didn't believe it. He looked at Lingchen and then at his father: "When did he tell you?"

"long, long ago!"

"How long?" Quinn asked.

Dickens swallowed.

"When you were nine years old! The Ling family sent the real Ling Chen to the Holy Land to avoid being hunted!

If you don’t believe it, you can find a photo of the stand-in at that time and compare it with the three-year-old Ling Chen to see if they are the same person? "

"Of course I will look for it!" Quinn looked back at Ling Chen who was not far away: "I'm talking about him now, not Ling Chen!"

Everyone in the Ancient Clan’s Pope Sect looked at Ling Chen.

His neck and chest were all covered in pink marks left by Quinn.

The two of them didn't know what they did on the bed, and suddenly they got into a fight?

Besides, no one wants to admit that he is not Ling Chen.

After all, Quinn did not hesitate to turn around and take over the Pope in order to marry Ling Chen.

What's more, when he took Quinn to dig out honey at the Holy Mountain, Ling Chen ordered his family to deliver a jar.

Not only that, today Ling Chen also took Quinn to chat with everyone all afternoon, and everyone liked him very much.

Angele and Ling Yunyao are from the same place. No matter whether the person in front of them is Ling Chen or not, they will always say yes!

Dickens, for the sake of his two elders, would not say much.

Besides, he knew his son's temper.

If the two suddenly reconcile, they will definitely turn the blame on themselves.

Not to mention the royal family present, Ling Chen is the only one in the world who can control Quinn. This is common sense.

The young couple quarreled at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

When it’s noisy, it’s earth-shattering, and when it’s good, it’s bound to cause trouble for others.

Quinn felt that everyone in the family had been bribed by the fake Ling Chen, and no one was trustworthy!

At this time, Ling Chen raised his hands, smoothed the hair beside his ears, gathered the hair into a small ponytail, and held it tightly in his hands.

"There is an old saying in Y State, which is that cutting off hair is like cutting off love! Quinn, since you don't believe me, there's no point in keeping it!"

He made a little movement, and the internal force in his palm instantly cut off the ponytail.

"..." When Quinn saw those hairs, his heart felt as if someone had stabbed him, and his crystal tears couldn't stop falling.