Murong Feixue felt anxious, and with luck in her palm, she sent her spiritual energy into Huahua's Dantian. After a full quarter of an hour, Huahua's condition got better.
Looking at Murong Feixue's pale face because she had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, Huahua, who had gritted her teeth and refused to beg for mercy no matter how hard she was whipped by Murong Xiangxiang, shed a tear and said, "Miss, it's me.
No, it’s me, I’m useless, I didn’t protect the master and his wife... Murong Xiangxiang has been here, Miss, I’m sorry for you... I’m sorry..."
"Huahua, please stop talking..." Murong Feixue wanted to step forward and hug Huahua tightly, but was frightened by the wounds all over Huahua's body. She was afraid that just touching Huahua would injure Huahua more, so she could only reach out and touch Huahua's body.
Tears, "Huahua, I don't blame you, it's my fault, I shouldn't be careless, I shouldn't..."
Mo Zishang knelt down and said to Murong Feixue: "Junior sister, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We should bury my uncle and aunt earlier and find a safe place to discuss."
Murong Feixue's eyes flashed with deep hatred: "We don't need to find a place. My father is the fourth master of the Murong family no matter what. The sect leader is still here. I want my father to be buried in the Murong family's ancestral grave!"
Mo Zishang's face showed deep concern, but he had always been in favor of Murong Feixue's decision. Considering Huahua's injury, Murong Feixue took out the precious pills from his tail and went to the City Lord's Mansion.
Li An rested for three days. During these three days, Murong Feixue reconciled the accounts one by one that she had collected from the Murong family's silver mine, tea shop, cloth shop and other places. She did not sleep for three days.
Murong Feixue's purpose was not only to kill Murong Xiangxiang and the people behind her, she also wanted to destroy the Murong family! She wanted to ruin the reputation of Murong Shentong and others, and not even be able to enter the Murong family's ancestral graves after death.
!Although Mo Zishang was worried about Murong Feixue, it was better for Murong Feixue to have these diversions than to be immersed in the deaths of Murong Tietong and Jin.
After Murong Xiangxiang walked out of the city lord's mansion in Banyue City, she returned to Murong's house in a happy mood. At this moment, Murong Zhiyou and his three sons were already waiting for Murong Xiangxiang in the hall.
Murong Shentong asked: "Xiangxiang, how are you doing with Murong Tietong?"
Murong Xiangxiang said proudly: "How is it? I stabbed both Murong Tietong and Jin with one blow! No one will survive if they dare to harm the Murong family!"
"Kill?!" Murong Yuantong was a martial artist after all, and he screamed on the spot.
Murong Xiangxiang said proudly: "It's not about killing him. Murong Tietong, this loser, can't even get past one of my moves!"
Murong Postal hesitated for a long time and repeated: "Kill?"
"Of course!" Murong Xiangxiang replied happily.
When Murong Zhongtong heard this, he knew that his father was in a bad mood at the moment, so he gave Murong Xiangxiang a silent look. Murong Xiangxiang also understood in an instant that Murong Tietong was the fourth son of Murong Postal Service, and he was talking about killing him so happily.
Murong Tietong...
Murong Xiangxiang shut up. No one in the room spoke. They could only wait for Murong Zhai. Murong Zhai was silent for a full quarter of an hour before sighing: "That's it, that's it."
Murong Xiangxiang's worried heart was relieved. She told Murong Zhizi and others about the details of that time one by one, but the proud look was gone.
