"You...how could you?" Feng Qingyin looked at Feng Jiu'er standing in front of her with a look of disbelief.
Feng Jiuer had an evil smile on her lips and looked at her indifferently: "Is it fun to frame a mute slave?"
Feng Qingyin calmed down and stared at her fiercely: "Qingqing, are you here to avenge the mute slave?"
"Yes." Feng Jiuer made no secret.
Feng Qingyin said angrily: "As expected, you have been pretending to be crazy and stupid. You...when will you get better?"
She can't really be pretending all the time. The former Feng Jiuer was really stupid!
However, she is now...that night, from the night when she wanted to frame her for having a secret meeting with the man, when she came back the next day, Feng Jiuer had changed!
"What happened that night? Why was the Ninth Prince in your room?"
"Do you think I will tell you?" Feng Jiuer smiled, suddenly waved her hand, and in the blink of an eye, she pinched Feng Qingyin's neck.
Feng Qingyin immediately felt difficulty breathing. When she met Feng Jiuer's cold eyes, she actually smelled the breath of death.
"Feng Jiu'er, you...you dare to touch me, dad..."
"If I kill you, who will believe that it was a fool who did it?"
"You...don't dare..." Feng Qingyin said this, but her eyes had begun to bulge out.
Feng Jiuer seemed weak, but she didn't expect her hands to be so strong.
Feng Qingyin had tried her best to resist, but she couldn't even touch her sleeves.
She really wanted to kill her! She just beat a lowly mute slave, but Feng Jiuer actually wanted to kill her for the mute slave!
"I... am... the eighth young lady of the Feng family. If you kill me... you will... pay with your life..."
Feng Qingyin's face soon turned purple, her neck stretched out, and her veins were exposed.
That was a sign of death. Miss Eight was really going to be strangled to death by Feng Jiuer!
The two spies managed to get up from the ground and immediately went to rescue people.
But Feng Jiuer just pushed it out with a palm of his hand. The first one who approached immediately rolled to the ground and could not get up.
This idiot and ugly girl is so powerful! Where did she learn all her kung fu?
After hesitating for a moment, the remaining spy immediately turned around and went out: "Here comes Jiu... um!"
With a snap, the chair that Feng Jiuer kicked away fell on his back. The spy fell to the ground, vomiting blood from the corners of his lips.
Feng Qingyin opened her increasingly dim eyes and stared at Feng Jiu'er who looked indifferent.
He was about to die at her hands, but she could still be so calm, as if he was having a good chat with her.
A deep fear suddenly rose from the deepest part of Feng Qingyin's heart.
Such Feng Jiu'er is like Shura, really... so scary!
"If you kill me, you will never... know... the secret of your nurse... being burned to death..."
Suddenly, Feng Jiuer's hand loosened.
Feng Qingyin fell limply to the ground like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.
"Cough, cough, cough..." She opened her mouth wide, coughing and gasping for air quickly.
With great difficulty, I finally regained my breath and saved my life.
Before she had time to rejoice that she had escaped, her chest suddenly tightened, and Feng Jiuer had already lifted her up by the skirt of her clothes.
Jiu'er's eyes narrowed, and a cold breath locked on Feng Qingyin's face.
"Who burned the wet nurse to death and framed me for having a private meeting?"
She tightened her fingers and her whole body became even colder: "Feng Qingyin, with your kind of stuff, you can't do this alone. Who is planning all this behind your back?"
