Gu Yilan led Elder Wu down slowly. He looked at Murong quietly with an unpredictable expression.
Murong's men spontaneously stopped and knelt on the ground respectfully: "Sir."
Without even looking, Gu Yilan waved her sleeves lightly, and the slave closest to him flew out and fell into the sea of clouds without making any sound.
The rest of them were lying on the ground, shivering.
Murong said fearfully: "Husband..."
Gu Yilan's face was expressionless: "Murong, don't challenge my patience."
Murong gasped heavily, straightened her back, and smiled: "We have an agreement, husband, I will help you get her, and you must give me the respect I deserve. But you are having a tryst with her here behind my back."
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There was a "snap" sound, and she was slapped hard on the face.
"Murong, you are an out-and-out bitch, both inside and out."
"You couple are perfect for each other, a pair of sluts."
Mu Yunhan wiped his hands with a silk handkerchief and walked down without looking back.
Murong never expected that Mu Yunhan would hit her in front of Gu Yilan, nor did she expect that Mu Yunhan would be so fast and strong.
She was beaten so hard that she was about to fall, so she subconsciously rushed towards Gu Yilan, hoping that he could help her.
But he didn't, he just watched with cold eyes as she fell at his feet, with tears streaming down her face and her heart full of humiliation.
"You asked for it."
He lowered his eyes and looked at her without any sympathy.
"You are getting more and more stupid, wasting the identity I gave you."
"I don't want to see the same thing happen again."
Gu Yilan calmly crossed Murong and descended steadily.
Every step is in a straight line, and the distance is measured as accurately as a ruler.
Murong opened her mouth wide and breathed in and out with difficulty.
She held on to the white marble steps tightly, and the bright red cinnamon was pulled down tightly, breaking and bleeding, but she seemed not to feel the pain.
The maid Ah Yue was frightened, and hurriedly supported her, opened her hand, and whispered: "Madam, madam, don't be angry with yourself, it's not worth it..."
Murong sat on the steps, looking at the backs of Gu Yilan and Mu Yunhan with distracted eyes.
Mu Yunhan walked so fast that he was almost out of sight.
But Gu Yilan always maintained the same speed. He did not seize the opportunity to catch up with Mu Yunhan as she imagined.
He always kept a distance from her. This distance was safe and no one would have anything to gossip about.
"Haha~" Murong suddenly laughed, hysterically, with tears streaming down her face.
Ah Yue said in horror: "Madam? Madam?"
Murong covered her face with her hands, her pride and love were gone.
And she didn't know what to do next.
All she knew was that she was full of hatred and unwillingness.
Why does she lose to the lowly pariah every time?
"Useless thing!" Someone from a high place shouted coldly, "You look like this and you are worthy of being a daughter of the Mu family?"
Mrs. Gu walked down with a gloomy face and stopped beside her: "I think you have been spoiled by your parents! In the early years, you were somewhat decent, but now it is becoming more and more outrageous! Are you seeking death, or are you still here?
Waiting to die?"
Murong stood up suddenly and sneered: "You are powerful, you are amazing, didn't you just want to kill her with my hand? Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"
Mrs. Gu slapped her in the face: "So what? You don't know how to judge the situation yourself, who is to blame?"
All Murong's resentment came up: "How dare you hit me?" (To be continued)