Presumably, the so-called "big sect" that is willing to regard Mu Yingying as a saint is not necessarily that big.
Ling Qinchu felt that time was precious and was too lazy to listen to the noisy woman in front of him further beautifying herself.
He raised his hand to stop Mu Yingying from talking and said, "No need to continue, I don't want to hear it.
I just want to ask, why did she kill you?"
Mu Yingying swallowed and raised her eyelids with difficulty, but there was still a hint of worry in her heart.
She said in her heart that she had endured the pain and said so many words, but in Ling Qinchu's ears, they turned out to be verbose and arrogant.
But Mu Yingying didn't have the courage to refute openly, so she could only say feebly: "When has Mu Chuyue ever had a reason to kill me?"
At the same time, on the treetops in the distance.
When Mu Chuyue heard the back and forth between the two of them, her eyes were cold and a faint smile arose.
What a "When was there ever a reason?"
Mu Yingying, since you said so, if you don’t take this life today, wouldn’t it be a failure to you?
The memories of her past life spread freely, and Mu Chuyue seemed to have returned to the moment when she was burned by the thunder.
The heart-rending pain still makes her break into a cold sweat when she thinks about it.
Mu Chuyue didn't want to taste the feeling of being burned by thunder again for the second time in her life.
The reason why Song Ziqi had the idea of killing people to seize pills must be inseparable from the woman Mu Yingying.
Not only this decision, but Song Ziqi himself admitted that he was encouraged by Mu Yingying when he first approached Mu Chuyue.
How vicious does a woman have to be to think about pushing her man to another woman?
Is it for wealth, for power, or just out of hatred comparable to the abyss?
In this life, I will kill this woman with my own hands Mu Chuyue clenched her pink fists tightly, and due to her excessive and wanton emotions, large beads of sweat dripped from her palms.
The perspective returns to Mu Yingying and the two of them.
Ling Qinchu never doubted the authenticity of Mu Yingying's words.
She was willing to believe that Mu Chuyue was just a narrow-minded woman who tried her best to persecute her sister.
Such a woman with no tolerance was completely unworthy of Xiao Jinyan's excellence. man.
But on the mainland today, she is the only one who can match him, Ling Qinchu She was very satisfied with the story Mu Yingying told her, and she no longer even expected the results of Ying Yao's investigation.
Mu Chuyue was not worthy of her jealousy at all, and she did not have the qualifications for Ling Qinchu to regard him as her opponent.
Because only people of equal strength can be each other's opponents.
Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the leaves, and the beam of light reflected on Ling Qinchu's face.
She chuckled.
Her skin is as white as jade, as if transparent.
Ling Qinchu seemed to be trapped in the realm of self-appreciation, and walked away gently, without looking back at the woman lying in a pool of blood.
It seemed that in Ling Qinchu's eyes, Mu Yingying's life was not as good as an ant on the ground.
Saving Mu Yingying was just because of the three words "Mu Chuyue" in her words.
Now Ling Qinchu got what she wanted, so she left.
I left without any regrets.
It wasn't until Ling Qinchu's elegant figure completely disappeared into the mottled shadows of the trees that Mu Yingying finally breathed out.
The cold sweat on her forehead had soaked the broken hair on her temples, and small beads of sweat silently dripped down her hair to the ground, blending into the pool of blood in front of her.
There was a faint heat flowing from the abdomen to the limbs, and the bottle of spiritual liquid began to work. xx4911131: