Suddenly, Gu Fengyuan moved violently, and the iron chains and cuffs jingled.
Mu Yao asked patiently: "What do you want to do?"
Gu Fengyuan looked at the water glass beside him, and then looked at her pleadingly.
Mu Yao poured a glass of water, removed the cloth from his mouth, and carefully fed him water with a spoon.
After two mouthfuls of water, Gu Fengyuan stopped drinking and said, "Yao Yao, go and plead with my grandfather for me. I'm not crazy. Can you let me go?"
Mu Yao remained silent.
Her maid said angrily: "Second Young Master, did you really not see it or did you pretend not to see it? Our girl was beaten like this and you haven't even asked me a single question."
Only then did Gu Fengyuan focus his gaze on Mu Yao.
Mu Yao's face was severely swollen and bruised, and she looked very scary.
"What's wrong with you?" Gu Fengyuan tried his best to appear gentle, but he couldn't help being irritated.
The maid said angrily: "It's not Mu Yunhan! She provoked Princess Huaichang to fight. Second Young Master, at the last moment, didn't you want to become a priest immediately?"
Mu Yunhan suddenly jumped forward, disrupting your mind and causing you to miss the mark.
Not only did she not feel guilty, she also told Princess Huaichang that our girl recommended her in order to disturb Gu Fenglin..."
Mentioning Mu Yunhan, Gu Fengyuan was confused again.
It was as if there was an itch that had taken root deep in his heart and was so itchy that he couldn't stand it.
All he could think about was the delicious taste of Mu Yunhan's blood.
That taste haunted him, as if countless iron ropes were tightly wrapped around his heart and soul, getting tighter and tighter, leaving him breathless.
That's the smell of power.
If he gets her blood, he will be the priest now.
He should be the one sitting in the temple to accept the inheritance, not that crow Gu Fenglin.
If he doesn't get her and taste the blood, his life will be in vain.
Gu Fengyuan's eyes were distracted, and a terrifying giggle appeared on his lips.
"Pah!" He received a loud slap in the face, and the smell of blood instantly filled his mouth, pungent and stinging.
"Why did you hit me?" He came to his senses and glared at Mu Yao angrily.
Mu Yao covered his face with frost and slapped him hard again.
"Ah..." he hissed and struggled hard, like a ferocious beast.
Mu Yao poured a glass of cold water on his face.
"You lost, do you think you are still the lucky doll that everyone loves?
No, your parents were imprisoned because of your greed and ignorance, and you don’t know when they will be released.
Gu Fenglin became a priest, and you became a loser, a loser and a madman who was shackled to the bed and ignored by no one!
Apart from me, who do you think will take another look at you? Are you still thinking about Mu Yunhan? What a dream!"
Mu Yao slapped Gu Fengyuan again, "You really make me look down on you!"
Gu Fengyuan glared at her desperately, with tears streaming down his face: "What should I do? Yaoyao?"
Mu Yao held his face and whispered softly: "It's too early to say defeat. Remember, in the entire Gu family, except for Gu Fenglin, you are the strongest!
In the past, you were inferior to him because you never received my blood! From now on, I will try my best to support you.
Even if you and I are not as talented as them, we have an advantage that they don't have."
Mu Yao said word by word: "Gu Fenglin is far not as strong as you! The old man hasn't given up on you yet, how can you give up on yourself?"
"Well said!" Elder Xing came in from the outside, his face full of approval. (To be continued)