The genius ninth miss

Chapter 11 She's a Devil
Bei Tinghuang called out "good girl", and Mu Qingling was embarrassed and embarrassed. She stomped her feet and went to the side to pour tea for Bei Tinghuang.

On the other hand, Mu Wanyue couldn't tell whether she was jealous or what, she scolded "shameless" and greeted the maidservants and maids beside her, "Since the ninth young master still wants my life, I'm sorry, give it to me. superior!"

Most of these maids and servants are ordinary people, and there are also a few first-level to second-level spirits, who are Mu Wanyue's personal maids, rushing in front.

The ninth young master is nothing but a waste. It was just a coincidence that she killed the housemaid Shui'er with a single blow from the teacup.Now, they come prepared, it is impossible to be succeeded by Ninth Young Master again.

A group of people sharpened their knives fiercely, roaring and surrounding Bei Tinghuang.

Mu Qingling didn't even care about tea, she stayed behind Bei Tinghuang, if they really dared to do something to the ninth young master, she would fight with her second sister.

Ho!
Bei Tinghuang's toes hooked on the broken table in front of him. The table was swaying and was about to fall apart, but at this time, it gathered strength, like a sharp, imposing weapon, and rushed towards the group of old ladies.

Ahhhhh!
Cries of pain sounded one after another.

Boom boom boom!
The sound of falling to the ground is also endless.

Bei Tinghuang followed and stood up. She raised the stool behind her with her toes again. With a pick and a kick, the stool struck Mu Wanyue's face with a thunderous momentum.

"Beitinghuang, you devil!"

What a waste, is she Mu Wanyue also the one that Bei Tinghuang can move?

Mu Wanyue couldn't dodge in time, she stepped back abruptly, but the stool seemed to have eyes, only chasing after her, Mu Wanyue had no choice but to accumulate spiritual energy in her arm, and punched the stool.

Bang!
Mu Wanyue only felt her arm go numb, and the impact of the stool was too great. She was forced to take a few steps back, and she almost didn't sit on the ground.

waste?Is Beitinghuang a waste?Are people with such skills still a waste?

Mu Wanyue used the other hand to hold her hand, which was almost cracked by the shock of the stool. If she hadn't been promoted to the fourth-level spirit, her arm would have been abolished.

For a time, she was terrified.

What shocked her even more was in the back. Beitinghuang, like a butterfly in flowers, broke out from among the ten or twenty servant girls she brought. She was like a scythe of the god of death. , Those servant girls were either missing an arm or a broken leg. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of Mu Wanyue.

"You, what are you going to do?" Mu Wanyue stepped back in horror, "This is my home, my mother and father are here, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Bei Tinghuang shook her head with a smile, she looked at Mu Wanyue and then at Mu Qingling with narrow eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, compared to my Qingling, you even give her It's not enough to carry shoes, if you want to serve me, I'm afraid I will dislike it!"

"you!"

Mu Qingling was ashamed and sweet in her heart, and Mu Wanyue was humiliated. At this time, she could not wait to eat Bei Tinghuang's heart.

Bei Tinghuang raised her chin with a finger, showing contempt and disgust, "Tsk tsk tsk, with this kind of stuff, a girl who warms the bed will lift you up!"

Mu Wanyue was so angry that her tears fell. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the servant girl who secretly went to the main courtyard to report the news, she endured it and didn't overdo it, "Beitinghuang, today's humiliation, tomorrow, I will Get it back!"

(End of this chapter)