She's a Demon

When Beiting Huang called her "good girl", Mu Qingling felt shy and embarrassed. She stomped her feet and went to the side to pour tea for Beiting Huang.

On the other hand, it was hard to tell if Mu Wanyue was feeling jealous or envious. She scolded him for being shameless and called out to the maids and servants beside her, "Since ninth young master still wants my life, attack!"

Most of these maidservants were ordinary people. There were also a few first-grade to second-grade Spiritual Practitioners, who were Mu Wanyue's personal maidservants. They charged at the front.

The Ninth Young Master was just a piece of trash. It was just a coincidence that he had killed Shui'er with a single blow from the teacup. Now that they had come prepared, it was impossible for the Ninth Young Master to succeed again.

A group of people were sharpening their swords. They were aggressive and roared as they surrounded Beiting Huang.

Mu Qingling did not even bother to pour the tea. She stood guard behind Beiting Huang. If they really dared to attack the ninth young master, she would fight her second sister to the death.

Whoosh!

The tip of Beiting Huang's foot hooked onto the broken table in front of him. The table was originally swaying and about to fall apart, but now, it gathered its strength and charged towards the group of old women like a sharp and imposing weapon.

Ahhh!

Painful cries sounded one after another.

Knock knock knock!

The sound of people falling to the ground was endless.

Beiting Huang also stood up. She once again used her toes to pick up the stool behind her. With a flick and a kick, the stool shot towards Mu Wanyue's face with lightning speed.

"Beiting Huang, you devil!"

What a piece of trash. Was she someone that Beiting Huang could touch?

Mu Wanyue couldn't dodge in time and suddenly retreated. However, the stool seemed to have eyes and only chased after her. Mu Wanyue had no choice but to accumulate spiritual energy on her arm and punch the stool.

Bang!

Mu Wanyue only felt her arm go numb. The impact of the stool was simply too great. She took it head-on and her entire body was pushed back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

Useless? Was Beiting Huang a useless person? Was a person with such skills still useless?

Mu Wanyue used her other hand to hold her hand, which had almost fractured from the vibrations of the stool. If she had not advanced to a fourth-grade Spiritualist, her arm would have been crippled.

For a moment, she was terrified.

What shocked her even more was that Beiting Huang broke out of the group of 10 or 20 maidservants she had brought with her like a butterfly. She was like the scythe of the god of death. Everywhere she passed, there were screams of pain. Those maidservants either lost an arm or a leg. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of Mu Wanyue.

"You, what are you trying to do?" Mu Wanyue backed away in horror. "This is my home. My mother and father are both here. What are you trying to do?"

"What are you doing?" Beiting Huang smiled and shook her head. Her mischievous eyes looked at Mu Wanyue and then at Mu Qingling. She smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. Compared to my Qingling, you're not even enough to carry her shoes. If you want to serve me, I'm afraid I'll despise you!"

"You!"

The more embarrassed Mu Qingling was and the sweeter her heart was, the more humiliated Mu Wanyue was. At this moment, she even wanted to eat Beiting Huang.

Beiting Huang used a finger to lift her chin. Her eyes were filled with disdain. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's already flattering for a girl like you to warm someone's bed!"

Mu Wanyue was so angry that tears were about to fall from her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a servant secretly informing the main courtyard, so she endured it and turned her head away. "Beiting Huang, I'll take revenge for today's humiliation tenfold in the future!"