Chapter 272: The Remnant Sun Is Like Blood (5)

For an inexplicable woman, any common sense is extremely stupid, Wang Ning thinks that she has not offended the woman in front of her who doesn't even know her name, but the other party has a style of "you are my mortal enemy".

said it was a fight, but it was merciless.

Wang Ning wandered for a while, feeling quite tired, thinking of this woman's previous ruthless moves, he had already disarmed and surrendered, the competition was underway, the two of them fought no less than 100 trillion moves, but Mu Qingqing's face was not red or breathless, and every time he made a move, he was wrapped in the same brave and domineering as at the beginning.

Wang Ning dodged but didn't think about touching it hard, the skill in Mu Qingqing's hand, which seemed to be delicate, was not the same as him, and to be honest, he wasn't sure if he could resist it if he ran into it. His body is much better than Mu Qingqing, and he also knows how to promote his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, so he is doing that somewhat unmanly approach.

Mu Qingqing pouted at this several times, her eyes were not good, and with another punch, she stopped, the corners of her mouth mocked, "Cowardice." ”

Wang Ning smiled noncommittally, not intended, Mu Qingqing saw him like this, he was angry for a while, and he was in no mood to worry about him anymore, and this already inexplicable competition ended.

Wang stared at Mu Qingqing and left, and then Fu Bo came out of nowhere, but he said a few soft words to him, such as that the young lady didn't mean to.

"Hey, your son-in-law doesn't have a good temper." Wang Ning then teased.

Fu Bo smiled slightly, his brows furrowed, but he didn't forget to continue to maintain Mu Qingqing's image on his lips, "Miss, she is still very gentle." ”

Wang Ning sighed and exclaimed, "It's really gentle."

After the episode, Wang Ning stayed here, and the people in the house respected him very much, and occasionally there were words like "uncle", he was a little glad that the woman hadn't seen much because of too many things recently, otherwise he might have to fight with him.

The days seemed to have calmed down like this.

Maybe.

Inside and outside the courtyard wall, it is a different scene.

Although the massacre in Hangzhou was controlled, the people's hearts could also be said to be completely dispersed, and now this drama dominated by Maitreya has completely changed to a different scene because of the participation of some people. A few people in the center of the Maitreya Sect are no longer able to control this situation.

Fang Mingye did feel tired, which seemed to be too different from what he thought at the beginning.

Mu Qingqing came in from outside, with the same unapproachable expression on her face, and she sat down in the seat of the last leader. The people in the room were the earliest members of the Maitreya Sect, and it can be said that it was an internal meeting of them.

Mu Qingqing and these people haven't seen each other for a long time, they used to know each other, and now they have their own ideas, and it's not necessarily easy to really talk about going together. The human heart is always changing.

After she sat down, the head Fang Mingye opened his mouth: "Everyone is here, let's talk about today's things, you are all old people, so you are not polite......"

Mu Qingqing was a little distracted when he heard it, but he didn't know what he was thinking, and his eyes were a little empty. It wasn't until someone called her that she came back to her senses.

A rare smile was revealed, sincere but a little cold, she didn't seem to ask anything, and said: "I have nothing to say, whatever Uncle Fang says is what it is, I will kill whoever you want me to kill......"

After the words, there was some cold silence in the room, and everyone's faces were complicated, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Fang Mingye snorted, "Little girl, don't be so murderous." ”

After this trouble, the previous topic was not mentioned again, and when she saw the impatience on Mu Qingqing's face, the woman named Ying Baihua got up, went to Mu Qingqing's side, and pulled her out of the house.

Mu Qingqing went outside, listened to the sound coming from inside, and clenched his fists.

Ying Baihua said: "Let's go, those are their men's business."

Mu Qingqing didn't answer, nor did she turn back and say anything, she said everything she had to say.

She's actually just good at killing.

Ying Baihua himself has a high martial arts attainment, because Mu Qingqing is much older, and his experience in the rivers and lakes is not comparable to Mu Qingqing, so his views on some things are not something that a little girl like Mu Qingqing who is not deeply involved in the world can understand.

For example, the so-called overall situation of the flowers.

This topic seemed a little heavy, Ying Baihua didn't say too much, but talked to Mu Qingqing about something else.

In the garden, a few clumps of chrysanthemum had not yet recovered from the eager rain of last night, and the cobblestone path was washed clean, and the grass on both sides was a messy lawn that had not been repaired for a long time.

It's already autumn, but it's still verdant at a glance.

The green bamboo is born around the rockery, and the water that drains up pours down from the rockery, making the illusion of a waterfall.

The moss at the foot of the rockery tried its best to climb up, but it looked a little helpless.

The mountain is too high, perhaps.

Mu Qingqing accompanied Ying Baihua through here, his eyes stopped on his toes, looking very restrained.

Ying Baihua smiled and quipped: "This painting is about to be a little daughter of a monk, why is it so awkward for me to look at."

Mu Qingqing raised her head, wanting to be coquettish but didn't reveal anything.

Ying Baihua followed: "That person in your family, what are you going to do?"

Mu Qingqing saw something in Ying Baihua's eyes, so he swallowed back the joke on his lips, and said solemnly: "What does Aunt Ying think I should do?"

"You." Ying Baihua said, taking a few steps forward, "Someone outside is spreading that you want to swallow the treasure of the third uncle alone." ”

"Heh......" Mu Qingqing's face turned dark, and he was not angry.

"In fact, they are all targeting Mingye, and Mingye is your father-in-law in name."

"Aunt Ying means that I should hand over that person?"

Ying Baihua didn't nod or shake her head, and said mysteriously: "Your own business, you can do it yourself......"

"How can there be such a thing as you, I am your righteous daughter."

Ying Baihua glanced at Mu Qingqing, and then opened his mouth quite worriedly, "That person's identity is not simple, you have to be careful." ”

"What can that bastard do? Is it difficult to be today? Mu Qingqing held Ying Baihua's hand and said lightly.

Ying Baihua said: "Maybe it's really true, or you will take him as a county horse?"

Mu Qingqing pouted and turned her head away: "It's not like I can't get married."

Ying Baihua covered her mouth and laughed for a while, and then became serious again, "There is news from Jiang Ning, that person is not called Wang Yi at all...... His real name is Wang Ning, and he is the owner of Jiangning Yunji Commercial Bank......"

"Huh?" Mu Qingqing was indeed surprised, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"And he has a lot of superficial relations with Qin Bi, the former official of the ministry, and this time it may be that the other party knows that he was arrested by us, and deliberately let out the wind......"

Mu Qingqing looked at Ying Baihua in a daze and didn't say a word.

I'm so sad in my low back pain!

(End of chapter)