A dozen guards strode forward and surrounded Feng Jiuer and the mute slave.
The mute slave's face darkened, and he subconsciously pulled Feng Jiu'er behind him, his sharp eyes falling on Feng Qingyin.
That look in his eyes was like a sharp ice knife, piercing people's hearts!
Feng Qingyin was startled and subconsciously took two steps back.
Is the man in front of me really a mute slave? Why does he have such a terrifying look in his eyes?
However, she quickly calmed down and looked at the two of them and sneered.
"How dare you disrespect me after doing such a thing in private? Quick! Take them down!"
"Yes, Miss Eight!" the guards responded in unison and immediately rushed the mute slaves over.
The mute slave tightened his palm and wanted to fight these people desperately. Unexpectedly, someone shook his palm, which made half of his anger disappear.
"Ah..." A scream rang out, and the guard who first rushed towards the two men covered his wrists and rolled to the ground.
Everyone was startled, and when they looked closely, they saw no injuries on the guards.
Feng Qingyin got angry, walked over and kicked the guard: "What are you doing? Get up!"
"Ah... Eight, Miss Eight, my hand, my hand..."
"You bastard, get up!" Feng Qingyin kicked her again and then looked at the guards around her: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you take action?"
Each one of them seemed to have reacted and rushed forward immediately.
"Ah..." Suddenly, two more guards covered their hands and screamed in pain.
Feng Qingyin stared at Feng Jiu'er who was standing behind the mute slave: "Feng Jiu'er, what did you do?"
"Did I do something?" Feng Jiuer shrugged, looking innocent, "I didn't even touch them."
"Your hands are clearly moving!"
"If I move my hand, they will fall down? Sister Qingyin, do you mean that I am a god?"
"You!" Feng Qingyin didn't believe in evil and snatched the long sword from the guard's hand.
She didn't dare to hurt Feng Jiu'er, at least not now, so she stabbed the mute slave hard with her sword.
"You are so bold and a bitch, you dare to have an affair with Miss Ninth!"
Fornication! These two words made the mute slave’s palms clenched once again.
It doesn't matter if they humiliate him and torture him, but they must not humiliate the young lady!
But before the mute slave had time to resist, Feng Qingyin suddenly screamed, the sword fell to the ground, and she covered her cheek in panic.
"My face, my face!"
Her cheeks were burning and hurting. She didn't know what had hit her. Feng Qingyin was so anxious that she almost shed tears. What she was most nervous about was her own face!
"Kill them! Beat them to death! Beat them to death!"
Feng Qingyin retreated outside the battle circle and yelled: "Quick! Beat them to death!"
A group of guards looked at Feng Jiu'er, wondering if they really wanted to beat her and the mute slave to death. After all, she was... Miss Jiu...
Feng Jiuer stepped forward and stood in front of the mute slave, staring at them coldly.
"I am the real young lady of the Feng family, and your master is just the goddaughter recognized by my father. Are you sure you want to listen to her and attack me?"
She stood in front of everyone, standing straight.
The obedient, silly and silly Miss Ninth was now stern and indifferent. That look was sacred and inviolable!
Even members of the Wang family may not have such an aura!
What she said made everyone completely awaken.
After all, the person he followed was just a recognized young lady. Even if everyone knew that she was the master's illegitimate daughter, she was still just an illegitimate daughter and could not be put on the stage.
Do you really want to listen to an illegitimate daughter and attack a real lady?
