Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Shotgun marriage?
So that was how it was. Miss Mu Wanyue was actually such a lewd woman. However, it was not entirely Miss Mu Wanyueâs fault, was it? Who asked the ninth young master to be so devilish? It was inevitable that women wanted to pounce on him!
For a moment, everyone looked at Mu Wanyue in a different light. Some looked at her with disdain, while others deliberately looked at her as if she was a young married woman who had taken off her clothes. All kinds of sparkling eyes landed on Mu Wanyue. It was a fascinating sight.
Mu Wanyueâs entire body tensed up under these gazes as if she was standing naked in front of everyone. She had never thought that there would be a kind of harm in this world that could take a personâs life without the use of a sword. Not knowing what to do, tears streamed down Mu Wanyueâs face. As she whimpered, she leaned on Nangong Zhiyunâs shoulder, who was already trembling with anger. âMother, letâs leave this place, letâs leave this place!â
Nangong Zhiyunâs hands and feet were cold. She supported her daughter and knew very well that the longer she stayed, the more disadvantageous it would be for her. However, she really couldnât take this lying down. Wasnât this bastard a piece of trash? A layer of white spiritual energy surged from Nangong Zhiyunâs body. She suddenly raised her right hand and slashed at Beiting Huang.
âGo to hell!â
How could this be? Even though it knew that this woman, who was only a level-eight Spiritual Practitioner, was no match for Beiting Huang. Qiong Qi took a step to the side and stood in front of Beiting Huang. He said to Nangong Zhiyun sinisterly, âYou old woman, why did you attack casually? Do you think I shouldnât attack you just because youâre weak?â
Weakling? Was a level-eight Spiritualist a weakling? Were all the people in the Night Kingâs Manor so valiant?
Also, why was this person from the Night Kingâs Manor protecting the ninth young master? Did he know that he was protecting a piece of trash who couldnât even be considered weak?
âSir, arenât you here to pick me up? This is my mother. Why are you stopping her? Now, I order you to help me teach that useless ninth young master behind you a lesson immediately. Otherwise, Iâll tell His Highness the Night King and let him punish you!â Mu Wanyue was so angry that she forgot to cry. With her hands on her hips, she fiercely ordered the Qiong Qi.
âWhat? You want me to attack the ninth young master? You crazy woman, who are you? Go home and sleep before you wake up!â Qiong Qi felt that the people he met today were all so crazy. Could it be that something had happened to human society?
Qiong Qi did not want to stay here for another minute.
Qiong Qi turned around and said to Beiting Huang, âNinth Young Master, His Highness ordered me to pick you up. Letâs leave this place quickly! These women are really too scary!â With that, he didnât forget to make a suggestion to the steward of the Nangong Family. âYou should go back and tell the Nangong Family Head that thereâs a lunatic in the family. Lock her up at home and treat her before letting him out. She scared me to death!â
Beiting Huang smiled and lowered her head to say to Mu Qingling, who was leaning against her and had yet to recover, âMy Lingâer, how about you follow
In front of so many people, after being coaxed by such a cool and handsome young man, this kind of glory simply made all the young girls in Central
Continent die of envy. All the women present had starry eyes as they looked at Mu Qingling with envy. They were extremely anxious. Quickly agree, quickly agree!
Why wasnât I the one who was coaxed by him!
Mu Qingling smiled so widely that her teeth could be seen. When she inadvertently saw Mu Wanyueâs envious and resentful gaze, a trace of sadness flashed across her eyes as she nodded.. âIâm willing!â