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Chapter 917 Don't let her go easily!

Murong didn't bother to pay attention to this nonsense.

Only the strong can write history, and only the strong have the right to speak!

Don't look at the way these people are gibbering right now, as if they are feeling aggrieved for Mu Yunhan.

But once out of this door, how many people dare to actually confront the Priest Palace over this matter?

No!

She's just an orphan. Is she committing a crime?

She snapped: "What are you waiting for!"

"You can't do this, I'm telling you."

"You are confusing right and wrong!"

Old Man Huangshi and the people from Fangdan Mountain tried to stop Mu's people and not allow them to get close to Mu Yunhan.

On the other hand, Mu Yunhan only expressed surprise at the first moment after the accident, and then he stood there quietly watching the excitement, like an outsider.

Mu Yao frowned and looked at Xiaomi and Mu Ying.

Mu Ying was still crying, Xiaomi held her tightly in his arms with a solemn expression, staring at Mu Yunhan, but had no intention of entrusting Mu Ying to anyone, and rushed to protect her.

She clenched her fists, stood up suddenly and said, "Everyone, I think it's better to forget about it?"

"Forget it?" Murong and Mrs. Mu Da said at the same time, looking at her in surprise, as if to say, are you crazy?

Mu Yao looked at Mu Yunhan and said softly: "As the saying goes, forceful melons are not sweet. Even if she is really a member of our tribe, she is not willing to stay in the tribe, and there is no point in forcing her to come in.

.”

Her words were approved by many female relatives: "That is, recognizing relatives and recognizing relatives, and making such a fuss seems like enmity."

The muscles on Murong's face twitched horribly twice. She stared at Mu Yao for a moment, then raised the corners of her lips and sneered: "Hahaha~ My niece is so kind! Has Gu Fenglin come to see you?"

The blood on Mu Yao's face receded like a tide, she lowered her eyes and said softly: "Aunt, no, it's none of his business. I think it's better this way."

Murong glared at her fiercely and said in a hateful voice: "A strong-willed melon is neither sweet nor fake, but a femme fatale woman with ulterior motives and malicious calculations to slander the Muhou Mansion cannot be easily let go! Take her down!"

"Papa papa" crisp high-fives sounded. Mu Yunhan applauded and laughed loudly: "Wonderful! Wonderful! The priest's wife's ability to interpret what is meant by fraud, viciousness, shamelessness, frame-up, frame-up, robbery, sanctimony

,Using power for personal gain..."

"Bitch! How dare you slander me..." Murong's pointed fingers almost poked Mu Yunhan's face.

Mu Yunhan flipped her wrist, and a wooden box spun up just to block her hand.

There was a soft "wiping" sound, and two of Murong's red nails were broken on the spot.

She gasped in pain, and her face became ferocious: "Hit! Hit me!"

"Who dares?"

Mu Yunhan raised the wooden box high and showed it to everyone: "Here is the real letter! The letter just now was just dropped by me to prevent her from destroying the evidence! As a result, she also

Really did it!”

"This character is really unflattering! Is the Muhou Mansion so poor? Are they so poor that they are deliberately plotting to steal a poor orphan girl's family property? Shameless, that's what you're talking about!"

The change was so fast that Murong couldn't react, and then she shouted: "That's a fake! Grab that box, I'm going to expose her!"

While shouting, he winked at his men. If he couldn't grab it, he would destroy it immediately.

As for Mu Yunhan, there is no need to worry about hurting her, it doesn’t matter if she is killed or maimed! (To be continued)


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