As soon as Yan Hui entered the villa, Chu Feishuang sat in the villa waiting for him. He was a middle-aged beautiful woman with a look similar to Yan Hui and her temperament was exactly the same cold.

"Where have you been?" Chu Feishuang asked coldly.

Yan Hui lowered her eyes slightly, "Spread!"

"Kneel down!"

Yan Hui knelt straight in the courtyard. Chu Feishuang stood up, his face full of resentment. His right hand fell and his whip was in his hand. Yan Hui's face remained unchanged, "You even want to cheat on your mother. You went to see Nian Jinshu."

Yan Hui was silent and kneeled down without answering.

Chu Feishuang raised his whip and landed on the back of the geese. The long whip cut through the geese's clothes. The blood gradually stained the red shirt. The geese's eyebrows did not move, and they knelt straight.

Chu Feishuang asked sternly, "Say, where have you gone?"

"Relax!"

Chu Feishuang dropped another whip, and the whip marks tear apart the red shirt, revealing the bloody flesh. The geese returned to their foreheads and sweated coldly. The pain was so extreme, but they couldn't bear it.

He was used to the pain.

"Nian Jinshu Lun is the most ordinary among the children of this generation. Everyone is more qualified than her. Because she was born in a good family, her life was smooth. Such a girl is innocent, lively and brilliant. Do you like it very much?" Chu Feishuang's tone was gentle, as if tempting him.

Yan Hui was indifferent, "I hate her."

"Who doesn't like such a woman? She is simple and innocent, and I like it very much." Chu Feishuang held the long whip and sighed in a sarcasm, "We are already at the edge of the Immortal Sect even though Nian Jinshu's qualifications are poor, she is still the eldest lady of the Nian family. Since your father's death, you will be a waste. Don't be foolish, it will only make you laugh."

"yes!"

Chu Feishuang seemed to have just realized that she had made a ruthless move. She was kind and kind, and helped Yan Hui up with tears in her eyes, "Did she hurt you?"

On the back, blood was dripping from the broken clothes, and whip marks intertwined, but Yan Hui looked sparse, "Mother, the child doesn't hurt."

Chu Feishuang sighed melancholy, "So what if the qualifications of Nian Jinshu are ordinary? There is a genius brother covering him. It has made you feel carefree. It has been a hard work since childhood, and has no progress in cultivation. It is so tired that you suffer from the cold eyes of the children of aristocratic families. If your father is here, even if his talent is ordinary, you can still be a Xiaoyao Master."

Yan Hui did not respond. He stood coldly in the other courtyard, cold and arrogant. The young master of Jiuyun Mountain, Xiao Changfeng, became famous in the border battle of the human demons last year. He was famous at a young age, but Yan Hui was mediocre. Every year, the children of aristocratic families competed for swords, and Yan Hui was the last one. He was ridiculed by the children of the Immortal Sect. He gradually declined from his heyday and became a sect on the edge of the Immortal Sect.

The Waste Young Master is the title given to him by people behind his back.

Chu Feishuang was so angry that she was not strong enough. She was just kind and mom-hearted, and then shouted wildly, "Your father became famous at a young age, and his six arts are always the best in the aristocratic family. Why are you so useless? When will you avenge your father like this?"

The geese turned around and lowered its head, remained indifferent. Chu Feishuang waved his long whip and hit the ground, and the demonic energy vaguely emitted around the long whip.

Yan Hui withdrew her gaze, Chu Feishuang smiled coldly, "You remember that only by destroying love and vanishing love can you understand the secrets of heaven and break through the predicament as soon as possible."

"yes!"

Chu Feishuang turned and left, as if she had never seen Yan Hui's injuries.

As soon as he left, Wuhen, who had been in the corner, hurried over, "Young Master, you..."

Yan raised his hand and stopped Wuhen's words. Wuhen helped him sit down. Chu Feishuang's long whip was a famous product. It hurt so much when he hit him. The wounds were cracked and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. From childhood to adulthood, he had been beaten countless times, and from the beginning to crying to numbness, no one knew his mental journey.
Chapter completed!