In front of the simple and solemn gate, a woman in purple was stopped by two guards.
"You said you are our eldest lady, are you kidding me? Who doesn't know that the eldest lady of the Murong family is a well-known waste and an out-and-out fool? Hahahahahaha, if you want to pretend to be someone, you have to find someone who looks like her.
Damn it!"
A guard with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks laughed wildly, while the contempt in the eyes of the other guard did not escape the woman's eyes.
"My little lady's looks are a sign of me. How about you follow me and let you have all the hot and spicy food, so you don't have to pretend to be someone else and cheat on food and drinks? Hahahahahaha!" The guard with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks blinked and smiled.
With lustful mung bean eyes, his hands were already carelessly touching the woman's face.
Mo's eyes flashed coldly, and his slender jade fingers grabbed the restless hand and broke it hard.
"Click——"
"ah!"
Sharp screams pierced the sky.
"You don't even know your own master, so I don't need to look at you as a slave!"
As soon as it was said, the long sword guarding the waist fell into the woman's hand, and she waved it gently.
"Pfft——"
Warm blood splashed on the woman's dress.
"My eyes! Ahhhhh, bitch, I'm going to kill you!" A pig-like howl came from the guard's mouth, and he stretched out his hand to snatch the sword back.
The woman didn't give him a chance. With a wave of her arm, the guard was split into two halves and was too dead to die.
The whole process took only a few breaths, and by the time the fat guard reacted, his companion had been split into two.
The fat guard looked at the woman in fear, his pupils shrank and shrank, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking.
"Do you know who I am now?"
The fat guard looked at the bottomless black eyes and nodded.
"Am I still useless?"
The fat guard shook his head.
"Can I go in?"
The fat guard nodded.
The woman glanced at him with a half-smile, turned around and walked in.
The fat guard was frightened and wanted to see the direction the woman was walking, but he was met by a sword with a cold light.
The fat guard dodged by instinct, and the sword plunged straight into the pillar next to him.
Drops of blood were left along the hilt of the sword.
"tick"
"tick"
A voice like a reminder circled around the fat man's ears, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the corpse lying on the ground and the pair of broken eyes.
The fat guard sat down on the ground, and a puddle of water gradually formed on the gray marble.
terrible!
Is that really Murong Yin?
Murong Yin entered the backyard of Murong Mansion without any obstruction, and a trace of doubt filled her eyes.
Where have all the people gone?
His dark eyes swept over the rockery pool, and a look of surprise appeared on his eyebrows. Just as he was sighing at the aesthetics of this house, a sharp scream suddenly came.
"Trash! Why are you here?"
Frowning her eyebrows, Murong Yin turned around and saw a pink figure standing ten steps away from her, and the sound came from her mouth.
Her glazed black eyes looked at the visitor unabashedly. She had pink cheeks, willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. She looked like a beauty. Unfortunately, the vicious look in her eyes completely ruined the beauty.
The corners of your mouth are raised, Murong Fei?
Ha, one of the people who insulted the original owner, I didn’t expect to meet him so soon.
Where Mr. Murong couldn't see him, he beat, scolded, punched and kicked the original owner. Over the past ten years, more than half of the injuries on the original owner were Murong Fei's!
Now that it's delivered to her door, she won't be polite.
"Trash, what are you looking at! Believe it or not, I dug out your eyeballs!"
Murong Fei glared at Murong Yin fiercely, her eyes like knives wanting to pierce her stunning appearance, the fire of jealousy burning in her heart.
How can a waste have such good looks!
Murong Yin looked at the jealous look in her eyes, turned his dark eyes lightly, and mocked: "Who are you talking about, trash?"
"Of course it's you!" Murong Fei shouted loudly.
"Haha, it turns out you are a waste -" Murong Yin prolonged her tone, looking at the sudden change in someone's face with a half-smile.
"You!" Murong Fei was tricked by Murong Yin, her face twisted, and she shouted angrily: "You trash, if you dare to insult me, I will kill you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a pink figure rushed over with a sharp whip on his waist, heading straight for Murong Yin's face.
What a poisonous thought!
With cold eyes, Yun Xue took a step forward and rushed out with a light body. The target was Murong Fei!
When Murong Fei saw the person coming towards her, she was a little in disbelief, but mostly she laughed at this waste. A waste is a waste, but you want to resist! But that's fine, I'll send you to hell today!
Thinking like this, Murong Fei added spiritual power to the long whip. Not only did she want to ruin Murong Yin's appearance, but she also wanted to kill her!
Murong Yin noticed the slow flow of air on the whip, her eyes darkened, and instead of retreating, she advanced forward, stretched out her hand, and a burning pain came from the palm of her hand. She pursed her lips, tightly grasped the tail of the whip, and snatched it away with her hand!
Murong Fei was taken away from her weapon and was stunned for a moment. Looking at the oncoming whip, her eyes widened and she shouted angrily: "Trash, how dare you!"
"Snapped--!"
"ah!"
The crisp sound of the whip, accompanied by the woman's scream, quickly attracted the servants of Murong Mansion.
But will Murong Yin stop? Of course not!
Others are going to kill her and disfigure her, so why should she be polite!
Murong Fei's previous humiliation to the original owner could not be repaid with these whips!
With a light wave of his arm, one whip after another fell on Murong Fei, who was rolling on the ground. If you are careful, you will find that every whip that Murong Yin slaps seems to be unorganized, but in fact it falls everywhere.
On various major acupoints. This will not only double the pain, but also affect Murong Fei's future practice.
"Trash, stop this lady! This lady is going to kill you! Ahhh!"
"Trash! Stop!"
"Ah wu wu wu, useless big sister, please stop, Fei'er doesn't dare to do it anymore."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Murong Fei's screams from the beginning to her begging for mercy only took a few breaths.
The servants who had gathered around didn't dare to say a word, and looked at the woman with a frosty face in disbelief. Is this really that stupid good-for-nothing Murong Yin?
When did she become so powerful?
Also, she is no longer stupid! She has become so cruel!
For a moment, everyone was silent. No one dared to step forward to stop him. They listened silently to Murong Fei's screams, which went from strong to weak, and then to silence.
Murong Yin looked at the unconscious man on the ground, a cold light flashed across his eyes, and the next second, he flipped his wrist and blew out the whip with strong wind on his face.
"Snapped!"
As soon as the whip went down, a long trail of blood fell on the smooth face.
If you want to ruin her face and don't be polite, she will feel very uncomfortable!
"hiss--!"
The sound of air-conditioning sounded one after another, and the third lady was actually disfigured! If the master found out, would the onlookers like them still survive?
"Miss Miss Cripple, why are you so vicious? How can you ruin a woman's appearance! Don't you know how important a woman's appearance is?" A servant in the crowd asked, and after touching the cold gaze, his voice became smaller and smaller.
.
His cold eyes swept across the circle of servants, and he fixed his gaze on the speaker. He raised the corners of his mouth, and a trace of coldness spread from the corners of his mouth. He thought it was who he was. It turned out to be the lackey of the second room of the Murong family.
Don't be hasty, the days are long, take your time to sort out these messes!
Thinking of this, Murong Yin threw away the whip in her hand, straightened her back, and spoke loudly: "The third young lady made rude remarks today, and also tried to ruin my appearance. Her evil intentions are unimaginable! As the eldest sister, it is my duty to educate the younger sister!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the dissatisfied person, and his dark eyes flashed: "But I've said something ugly before. If I let you hear some bad remarks in the future, I won't be able to get rid of it with just a whip! If there are people who are not afraid of death, even if
Come try it!”
After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. The purple figure gradually faded away, leaving only a group of slaves looking at each other.
I don't know how long it took before two or three slaves came forward and carried Murong Fei back, who was covered in whip wounds.
The journey was uneventful and she returned to Haitang Courtyard. As soon as she entered the door, she found a sneaky figure trying to enter her house.
"What are you doing?"
A cold and calm voice frightened the man into thinking, and he turned around hastily, his face turning pale.
Murong Yin narrowed her eyes, her voice was slightly cold, and asked again: "Aster, what are you doing?"
After seeing who it was, the person called Aster calmly exhaled, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
I don't notice any difference in Murong Yin today.
"Trash, why are you running around here again? It makes us exhausted every time we go out to look for you? This time, the old master sent everyone in the family out! Let me tell you, you are a trash who knows nothing.
It’s better not to cause trouble to others!”
As Zi Yuan spoke, she quickly walked towards the person at the door, pulled hard and stretched out her claws, wanting to strangle Murong Yin.
Murong Yin lowered her eyelids to cover the murderous look in her eyes, grabbed the evil claw, and gave it a hard break.
"Ouch——! Ah ah ah ah ah, it hurts! Let go of the waste!"
Zi Yuan screamed and stared at Murong Yin angrily.
"Oh, let go? Since this paw is so restless, don't take it anymore!"
"I have no respect for you, and Haitang Court cannot afford to use the servants below!"
Murong Yin sneered, grabbed her arm, tugged and pulled her fingers, and the whole arm hung limply on Zi Wan's body!
"Ah ah ah! Trash, I'll kill you!" Zi Wan lost her mind in pain, raised her intact arm and grabbed Murong Yin.
The sinister gaze met those cold eyes, and all movements stopped for an instant.
Slowly, with dim and dull eyes, Zi Wan actually walked out of Haitang Courtyard and Murong Mansion step by step, without knowing where she was going.
"Huh~"
Murong Yin calmly exhaled and walked towards the house.
Sitting on the bed, with his plain white palms facing up, a scar deep enough to the bone was carved bloody on his palms.
The drooped eyelids covered the bloodthirsty murderous intent in his eyes.