Murong Yu was whipping the whip in both hands, and the already dilapidated yard was even more messy. "You have been brave enough to kill Xiaoliu after you are so ambitious that you dare to kill Xiaoliu. Today I will teach you a lesson on your dead sister and let you know what the rules of the Murong Mansion are."

Qingyan was very angry when she saw Murong Yushuang, and hurriedly ran forward quickly.

He smiled and said, "Miss Fifth, Miss Fifth, please calm down. My lady didn't mean it. It was just a misunderstanding. How could my lady kill Miss Six? That would be absolutely impossible. Miss Fifth, please let my lady go. She is your real sister after all."

Seeing that Murong Yushuang was not moved at all, Qingyan knelt down and said anxiously: "Miss Fifth, I beg you to let my lady go. I am willing to be punished on behalf of my lady. I have no complaints no matter how you hit me. I just want you to let my lady go. I beg you."

"Bang!" Murong Yushuang looked at Qingyan with extreme disgust, walked up and slapped Qingyan without saying a word.

After the beating, he rubbed his hands with pain, "Shut up! A lowly slave, you can't interrupt your words when your master speaks. Hitting you really dirty my hand."

"What are you doing when you say so much nonsense? Today I will let you see what a master of the third stage of the Spirit Master is."

"Puff...hahaha..." Murong Ningyue, who was standing aside, suddenly burst out with laughter, as if Murong Yushuang had just said a huge joke.

Seeing Murong Ningyue laughing so hard that she could hardly stand up, Murong Yushuang suddenly felt that Murong Ningyue was laughing at her.

The anger in his heart rose rapidly, and he would be ridiculed by a waste, and he couldn't help but say angrily: "Murong Ningyue, you damn waste, are just a little spiritual man. What qualifications do you have to laugh at me?"

"Oh? A spiritual master?" Murong Ningyue stopped laughing exaggeratedly, stood up straight, and asked back.

"You are just a little spiritual master, what's worth being so happy about?" The cynical expression suddenly stopped.

Murong Ningyue suddenly spoke coldly, her eyes were filled with ice that attracted people. The invisible momentum also emanated from her slender body at that moment, shocking the people present.

Murong Yushuang looked at Murong Ningyue, who was emitting a sharp aura in front of her, and felt scared. After a while, her mind realized.

She, Murong Ningyue, is just a waste of a spiritual person, why should she be afraid of her? Can she be a genius of a spiritual person, a three-stage genius of a spiritual person, still not even a waste of a spiritual person?

After thinking about it carefully, Murong Yushuang tried hard to put away the fear in his heart, and grabbed the whip in his hand again in anger, swung it hard, and hit Murong Ningyue's face, with a few spiritual power on the whip.

If Murong Ningyue was really hit, it would not be just a face, but she would probably be unable to save her entire head.

"Come on Miss..."

"Miss, beat that trash to death..."

The maid beside Murong Yushuang looked at Murong Yushuang's posture, her face full of smug expressions, and she shouted from time to time to show her concern for Murong Yushuang.
Chapter completed!