"What you do is what you do. There is no need to explain. I am here today to avenge my son." Wang Weishan said.
"You prepared two coffins, did you expect that you would die today?" Ying Zhuyue asked.
"Yes, but I will drag you with me even if I die!" Wang Weishan looked ferocious, but I don't know where he got the confidence.
"Do you think you have that strength?" Ying Zhuyue said calmly.
Now in her eyes, anyone below Ruyi Jing can be killed instantly. She is not proud, this is her true understanding of her own strength.
"You will know if you have tried it!" Wang Weishan shouted, "Suffer death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gust of wind on the spot, and his body rushed up like a shadow. Ying Zhuyue stood there, watching his body appear in front of him, and the cold sword with the aura of death came towards him.
She came with her cheek.
She stretched out her hand and put a finger on the blade. The sharp blade did not cut her finger, but an irresistible force came from her finger. The long knife flipped over and slashed towards Wang Weishan in an instant.
Wang Weishan's eyes were red, and he was crazy. When he saw the sword approaching, he did not dodge, but stretched out his left hand. The energy of heaven and earth accumulated in his hand into a white ball. He roared and smashed it towards Ying Zhuyue.
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Ying Zhuyue's eyes were expressionless, and he turned around with his right palm and swept it across his chest. The white ball was brushed away and disappeared into the sky and earth.
"Die."
She reached out her left hand and hit Wang Weishan on the chest like a flower. The palm movement was ordinary, but Wang Weishan's face was distorted, and he withered in an instant, and his body was bleeding from all his orifices.
Ying Zhuyue struck again, and Wang Weishan's body flew out and landed straight in the coffin he had prepared for himself. With a flip of his wrist, Ying Zhuyue closed the coffin.
The people around looked at and pointed. Ying Zhuyue looked at the coffin in silence, then turned around and left quietly, with yellow maple leaves on the ground behind him.
After returning to the inn, Ying Zhuyue asked Ying Qinglan and Ying Yi to pack their things. Ming Xixuan told her where the Ying family was now, so she asked them to pack their things.
"I haven't seen you in three months. I don't know how my brother is doing now." Ying Qinglan said while packing her things.
"You'll know it when you see it." Ying Zhuyue said, and after thinking for a while, he continued: "This period may not be peaceful. If you don't want to come out, don't come out."
"Is something big going to happen again?" Ying Qinglan asked.
"I don't know either, but there is always an ominous premonition. Maybe it's my misunderstanding, but it's always good to be careful."
"Yes, I understand, sister." Ying Qinglan nodded.
When they came to Ming Xixuan's villa, the people of the Ying family were naturally excited to see Ying Zhuyue and Ying Qinglan. They shouted words such as long live the family master. Judging from their expressions, they were all from the bottom of their hearts.
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Ever since Ying Zhuyue turned the tide and saved the entire Ying family three months ago, everyone in the Ying family has regarded her as their backbone and respected her from the bottom of their hearts.
In the past, the view that she was a heroine was gone. Now in their eyes, Ying Zhuyue was no longer that young and beautiful girl, but a heroine who could hold up half the sky.
Ying Zhuyue responded with a smile, and then pulled Ying Qingshan aside to discuss matters.
"Sister, why do you look so worried?" Ying Qingshan asked as soon as he opened his mouth.