The Frozen Girl: The Beast-Controlling Concubine

Chapter 41 Playing with Murong Ziyan (4)

The seven people were taken aback for a moment, but they still haven't recovered what happened.

And the whip in Murong Qingyuan's hand was pulled, like a poisonous snake winding on the ground, it returned to her hand.

Raising his hand again, the whip in his hand was like a thorny vine, stretching infinitely towards one of the seven subordinates.

The leather whip was accurately wrapped around a mighty man, and the man lowered his head in astonishment, watching the leather whip wrapped around his waist tightening like the vine.He couldn't help frowning, and cursed, "You trash, you better not let me catch you, or I'll kill you."

With a smile, Murong Qingyuan yanked back the whip, and swept past the eight men in front of her with a smile in her eyes.

The man who was released suddenly laughed, "How do you know that you are afraid, and dare to wrap your whip around me, to see if I don't take care of you."

"Give me a good life to clean up this ignorant waste." Murong Ziyan was stunned for a moment when she saw the scene just now. Following the stern voice of that subordinate, Murong Qingyuan seemed to be frightened, and quickly whipped the whip Pulling back, she sneered in her heart. It turned out that it was a bluff. When others got angry, she immediately stopped.

　"Yes, Miss Fourth." The man who fell on the ground also gained strength, stood up suddenly from the ground, and said respectfully together with the other seven men.

With a smile on Murong Qingyuan's lips, she glanced coldly at the men, and raised the black leather whip in her hand again, "Ah—" the whip was whipped hard, and the man who had just stood up was in pain. shouted loudly.

When the other seven men saw such a scene, not only were they not afraid, but there was a hint of hostility in their dark eyes, like a wild leopard in the forest, staring viciously at Murong Qingyuan who was holding a whip.

Each of them is like a sharp sword leaving the string, all of them shoot towards the place where Murong Qingyuan is standing.

The pace is as fast as lightning.

"what--"

"what--"

With one miserable cry after another, the men all fell to the ground and hugged their feet, screaming wildly.

Seeing this, Murong Ziyan's delicate face changed slightly, but she remained calm and composed, "I didn't expect that waste to have such a good skill, to play with the whip as if he had eyes."

Murong Qingyuan, this trash, is actually so powerful.

"Does Fourth Sister want to learn?" Murong Qingyuan glanced at the eight men writhing in pain on the ground without any expression, and when she looked at Murong Ziyan, there was a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

"However, no matter how good your whip dance is, it can't compare to the sharp sword in my hand." Murong Ziyan's clear pupils were filled with murderous intent, and as soon as she finished speaking, she quickly pulled out the green sword she was holding, Under the sunlight, the sword glowed cold and white.

Murong Qingyuan said with a smile, "The fourth sister can give it a try. Is it your sharp sword that is more powerful, or the leather whip that the second sister gave to the elder sister is more powerful."

"Hmph—" Murong Ziyan snorted disdainfully, her clear eyes were full of sarcasm, she said loftily, "Waste is always waste, don't think that with a good whip, you will become a martial arts master .”

As soon as the words fell, Murong Ziyan stabbed at Murong Qingyuan fiercely with a sharp sword in her hand, but Murong Qingyuan did not raise the whip in her hand, and watched Murong Ziyan rushing towards her indifferently.

(End of this chapter)