Demon King: Peerless Poison Concubine

"Where's the idiot thats howling here?" Murong Yue said lazily, not even looking at Murong Xi.

"Dare you scold me?" Murong Xi looked at Murong Yue incredibly. Suddenly he raised his head and beat again. However, this time, it was Murong Yue who caught her wrist.

"You let go!" Murong Xi only felt anger. She has long been accustomed to Murong Yue's behaviour and appearance , and now she looks like this. It's incredible.

Shouldn't she cry and take Fengyin out? Otherwise, why did father release her?

"Let you go?" Murong Yue smiled.

If she remembered correctly, there were scars on her face. That's what Murong Xi did. Even if she didn't go to see Murong Xi, she came forward.

If I can let it go, then I'm really sorry for the owner. I'm sorry myself!

Grasping Murong Xi's wrist fiercely, Murong Yue looked around, and finally looked at the shabby dressing table. Getting up she dragge Murong Xi there

Mu Rongxi was dragged like a puppet.

For a while, Murong Xi was also a little scared, always felt this Murong Yue. Not the same as the original.

"You. What are you going to do?"

Murong Xi looked at Murong Yue who was holding a ferule. Anxious, a pair of beautiful water eyes. Fear later also appeared.

"Now you're scared?" Murong Yue's other hand was playing with the ferule, and there was a light color in her eyes. He said casually: "In fact, I was curious. What were you thinking when you were scratching my face?

I should have been as scared as you, right? Oh ... no. I should be desperate. Can anyone save you now from me? There will be nothing. Even if I die in your hands, I'm afraid I will be buried. "

Said Murong Yue, while laughing.

The "sister-in-law" in his hand spared no effort to land on Murong Xi's face.

Just a moment, I heard a scream of screams that cut through the tranquility of the house, and at this time, an angry voice outside the door came in: "Stop!"

"Xi'er, how are you?" With the stop ringing, a woman rushed in and dragged Murong Xi by the hand.

And Murong Yue didn't work hard at all, after all ... her purpose has been achieved.

"You, how dare you be arrogant ? Come on! Beat this bitch to death for me!" The woman glared at Murong Yue and ordered to the servants outside.

Mu Rong Yue was not angry, only lazily said, "Are you sure? It doesn't matter if I die, but I have pity on your daughter, if I was ruined, and I had to marry Lord Seven, oh, I don't know if I could survive . Or would she be the seventh dying princess of the Seven Palaces? ", in Murong Yue's tone was mockery.

The woman heard those words and suddenly got froze.

"Mother, this daughter hurts so much, kill this little bitch!" Murong Xi cried with tears falling from her eyes at this moment, and there was only hate in her eyes as she looked at Murong Yue. She had never been treated like this.

"Murong Yue, don't think that I can't do without you!" At this point, the left-hander who had been standing at the door finally spoke.

And that stop phrase was exactly what he called out.

Murong Yue heard the words, looked at him, and laughed: "Father, look at you? I just returned what she owed me. After all, the injury on my face can't be better."

"How can you compare with Xi er? Xi er will marry a prince in the future!" Zuo Yan's anger has begun to rise.

"Feng Yin is in my hands, how does Murong Xi marry? If I die, Feng Yin will be gone. In the future, Murong Xi will ruin the face of Rong family, how can she gain access to His Royal Highness?

Murong Yue smiled brilliantly, looking at a family of three like clowns, there was an indescribable comfort in her heart. The memory of the original owner made her fight to restrain her anger. If she returns without revenge, she will be mad at her sooner or later.

Every sentence of Murong Yue makes sense, however, every sentence is so ridiculous. At this time, the relationship between Zuo Xiangxiang and Mu Rongyue was completely reversed.

He looked at Murong Yue, and was quite helpless in his heart. Why hadn't he found out that this daughter of Wen Nuo Nuo had this ability before?

"Say, how on earth are you willing to surrender Fengyin?" Zuo Xiangxiang glared at Murong Yue.

"Wait until I get married." Murong Yue's expression was very light. There was even such awkwardness.