The sound of shattering porcelain and jade objects came faintly from a courtyard in the northwest corner, accompanied by vague curses.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
"I'll beat you to death! Are you scared when you see this lady like this? Are you?"
"Snapped!"
"You bitch! Who can show you such a enchanting look!"
When Murong Fei woke up from a coma and saw her ruined face, she beat and cursed the maid in the house like a madman.
On the open ground, there were three or five maids kneeling or lying on their stomachs.
Some had already died, and some were trembling on the ground, not daring to say a word even though they were beaten all over their bodies.
In Fang Fei Garden, everyone from the maid to the handyman knew that the second young lady had a notoriously bad temper. Whenever she was unhappy, she would hit and scold them as servants. How many of them were because of Murong Fei's atrocities?
As for those who were carried away dead, they could no longer remember them clearly.
In the past, when Murong Yin was still stupid, Murong Fei would vent her anger on Murong Yin from time to time, and slaves like them still had a good life.
Now that Murong Yin has recovered, but her face has been disfigured, they really don't know if they will still have a way to survive in the future.
The maid who was shivering and kneeling at Murong Fei's feet caught a glimpse of the dead maid beside her. Looking at the injuries on her face, a cold air rushed through her heart, and she buried her head lower.
"You, raise your head." A gloomy voice came from above.
The maidservant shook even harder, closed her eyes, raised her head tremblingly, and stared at the ground.
"What? Are you so afraid of me, or are you afraid of dying in the same way as them?" Murong Fei stared at the people on the ground with sadness.
The maid shook her head desperately, but her trembling body betrayed her.
Lifting her chin with her slender fingers, Murong Fei said in an incomprehensible tone: "She looks pretty good."
"Look at me." Murong Fei held the bloody gold hairpin in one hand and ordered.
The maid's face was pale, her hands subconsciously grabbed the hem of her clothes, and her eyelids opened tremblingly.
In an instant, Murong Fei's expression changed. She clenched her chin with her fingers, causing her already disfigured face to become even more distorted.
Without it, these eyes look like Murong Yin's.
In other words, this maid goddess looks like Murong Yin.
The maid felt that her chin was painfully clutched by Murong Fei. She wanted to hide away, but there was nowhere to hide. In other words, she didn't dare to hide at all.
Every time you are beaten, as long as you show some cowardice and escape, it will only lead to more severe beatings.
Silent tears fell.
Murong Fei waited for a long time and then relaxed his grip on the hand. But he would not let the maid escape. Instead, he held the bloody gold hairpin and scratched her face bit by bit.
At the same time, he spoke in a light and airy tone, just like the whisper between lovers: "This face is so beautiful, it's a pity, why does it appear on the face of a bastard like you? Tell me, isn't it?"
The maid's lips trembled and she hurriedly begged for mercy, hoping that Murong Fei could let her go: "No, no, no"
Now, Murong Fei is a devil in her eyes.
Murong Fei turned a deaf ear and kept talking to herself, her eyes gradually becoming sinister: "What should I do? I am very unhappy when I see this face, and these eyes will be destroyed as well."
Bar!"
After speaking, a golden light flashed, and in the maid's eyes that widened in fear, the hairpin dripping with blood fell down.
"Pfft——"
"Pfft——"
"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"
After two strokes, red blood mixed with unknown liquid splashed, and some even sprayed onto Murong Fei's cheek.
"Let me go! Please, miss, let me go!"
The maid who was blinded by the gold hairpin struggled desperately, but she still couldn't escape Murong Fei's persecution.
Time after time, the feeling of a sharp weapon entering the flesh came from her cheek, and the heartbreaking pain made the maid unable to speak anymore, she could only howl heart-breakingly.
This wasn't enough. Murong Fei's slap on the face wasn't enough. She kicked the person to the ground, grabbed the whip at hand, and whipped the person rolling on the ground.
Zhu saw this scene when he came.
When he saw the injured man, he exclaimed: "Fei'er, what's wrong with you? Let me see it quickly!"
Mrs. Zhu entered the house, used her spiritual power to seize the whip, and grabbed the crazy man. A long blood streak ran through her entire face. Mrs. Zhu's eyes jumped in shock, and she was filled with shock and anger: "Fei'er, who did this! Tell me!
mother!"
Murong Fei was deprived of the soft whip. When she saw the person coming, she finally cried: "Oh, mother, why are you here? Fei'er is almost being bullied to death!"
Zhu took out a jade bottle from her arms, poured out a pill for Murong Fei to take, and then led her into the bedroom on one side, turning a blind eye to the dead man on the ground without even frowning.
The people who followed Zhu came forward to deal with it with a wink.
The mother and daughter sat down, and Mrs. Zhu comforted her: "Okay, be good, tell me who did it, and I will take it out on you!"
"It's that trash Murong Yin! It's her! She even beat me in front of many slaves. Mother, I want to kill Murong Yin! Kill her!" Murong Fei was very excited, and you could tell from her tone that she was
How much I hate Murong Yin.
Zhu didn't quite believe it: "That trash?"
How could a loser with no cultivation level beat her daughter who was at the fifth level of Qi refining?
"Mom, don't believe me?" Murong Fei's eyes widened and she was about to get angry.
Mrs. Zhu quickly comforted her: "No, mother is just confused."
"That mother, let's kill her now!"
Murong Fei was really mad and wanted to kill someone if she opened her mouth or shut her mouth.
Although Zhu wanted to kill that good-for-nothing right away, she thought of something and shook her head.
"Mom, won't you help me?!" As she said this, Murong Fei was about to get angry again.
Mrs. Zhu reluctantly took her daughter's hand and sat down: "Fei'er, when will you become more mature? Now that old man Murong Qingcang is still at home, how can you kill them? If those maids in your courtyard die today, they will die.
Okay, this thing from a humble background is just for your entertainment, but Murong Yin is different!
Although she is useless, she is still the grandson of the head of the family and the eldest daughter of the Murong Mansion! If she dies suddenly, she will be criticized by others. If the news spreads, what will happen to your reputation? Can you still marry the fourth prince you want to marry?
"
After hearing what Zhu said, Murong Fei finally calmed down a lot. When she heard the last sentence, she still said shyly: "How did mother know?"
Mrs. Zhu looked at her daughter in a funny way: "I know my daughter better than my mother. How can a mother not know what my daughter is thinking?"
The elixir took effect very quickly, and after a while Murong Fei felt that all the injuries on her body were healed. Only the pain on her face was still burning. She unconsciously reached out to touch it, but was stopped by Zhu.
"Don't touch it, it's not healed yet." Mrs. Zhu took her daughter's hand and sighed softly: "Except for the third-grade Restoring Pill, ordinary repair pills are useless for the injury on your face."
"Then what should we do? Daughter" Murong Fei panicked, and her hatred for Murong Yin in her heart increased: "There is no third-grade alchemist in Nanyou Country, can my daughter always be like this? Mother, please give it to me quickly.
Think of a way, I don’t want to live with this face!”
Murong Fei held Zhu's hand tightly. Zhu struggled internally and looked at her daughter with an incomprehensible expression: "If you want to restore your original appearance, mother has a way, but it requires you to endure some pain. Are you willing?"
