Mu Ziyi raised her eyes to look at him, with a slight smile in her eyes: "I can tell whether it's good or bad. You don't need to speak for your father. He has done many evil things, and he deserves to be punished."
Speaking of the Wen family, Wen Ruohan was the most pleasing to her eyes.
At least, his nature is not bad, and he is not as indifferent to good and evil as Wen Ruoyao and Wen Lao.
Wen Ruohan frowned tightly, opened her thin lips slightly, and wanted to say something, but Wen Ruoyao on the side walked up and stared at the woman in green with a gloomy face: "You are the one my father sent to kill.
Even if it is revenge and punishment, it should be done by you."
The implication is that it shouldn't be Yun Zhongge's turn.
Mu Ziyi blinked innocently: "Why should I take action on such a troublesome matter myself?"
Besides, she couldn't defeat Mr. Wen, so why did she ask for trouble?
If she still had her strength, she could fight with him, but her strength has not yet recovered. If she goes up alone like this, isn't she seeking death?
The woman glanced at Wen Ruoyao indifferently and chuckled in her heart. She naturally knew what Wen Ruoyao had in mind, but she did not choose to take the bait.
"You do not dare?"
Mu Ziyi shrugged: "You don't need to use aggressive tactics on me. I'm not a soft-spoken person, so don't waste your time and thoughts on me."
Even if she is submissive, it is not someone like Wen Ruoyao who can make her submissive.
Only in front of Mu Hanyue and the others, she admired her from the bottom of her heart without saying a word.
"Pfft..." Mr. Wen's body suddenly stiffened, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood. Then his body went limp and he fell to the ground. The veins on his forehead popped out, as if they were about to burst.
"Father..." Wen Ruoyao came to his side and carefully lifted him up, but did not dare to use any force.
There were no wounds on Mr. Wen's body at all, but the red robe looked as if it had been soaked in water. His whole body was soaked. Because of the protruding veins on his forehead, the scar on his left face also looked very abrupt, like a centipede.
, very scary.
"Father, how are you?" Wen Ruoyao looked at him worriedly, with a hint of distress in her heart.
Although she didn't like the woman in Qingyue Valley, she felt sorry for her father even more.
After all, he has always loved her very much over the years.
The muscles all over Mr. Wen's body were very tense. With the woman's anxious words floating in his ears, his pupils turned slightly, as if he suddenly came back to his senses. His body trembled slightly, and a touch of sweetness passed through his throat.
He spat out a mouthful of blood again.
"Father……"
Mr. Wen stretched out his hand and shook it, indicating that she didn't need to worry: "I'm fine..."
Although he said this, his voice was not as strong and powerful as before. He felt as if he had been wandering through the gates of hell, and his breath was slightly weak.
My mental state is not very good either, and I have lost the energy I had before.
Indeed, the pain of having one's soul forcibly separated and burned is not something ordinary people can endure.
Looking down at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, Yun Zhongge snorted coldly: "Keep your life alive and wait for me. If she makes the slightest mistake, I will never spare you."
As soon as the sound fell, the man's figure turned into a black halo and disappeared instantly.
Although Qingyue Valley is Mr. Wen's space, it is not difficult for him to enter.
Mu Ziyi did not follow, but stayed where she was with Qing Sheng and waited.