MTL - The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 11 she is a devil

  Chapter 11 She is a devil

  Bei Tinghuang called out "Good girl", which made Mu Qingling feel ashamed and embarrassed, she stomped her feet and went to the side to pour tea for Bei Tinghuang.

Mu Wanyue, on the other hand, couldn't tell whether she was jealous or what, she scolded "shameless", and greeted the servant girl beside her, "Since the ninth young master still wants my life, then I'm sorry, give me superior!"

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

  Master Ninth is nothing but a waste, and it was just a coincidence that she killed Shui'er, the maid of the house, with a single blow from a teacup just now. Now that they came prepared, it would be impossible for them to be captured by Master Ninth again.

   A group of people sharpened their knives, roared aggressively, and surrounded Beitinghuang.

  Mu Qingling didn't even bother to pour tea, she stood behind Bei Tinghuang, if they really dared to attack Master Ninth, she would fight her second sister desperately.

   Huo!

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

  Ahhh!

   Cries of pain sounded one after another.

  Boom boom boom!

  The sound of falling to the ground is also endless.

  Bei Tinghuang stood up after her, and she used her toes to lift the stool behind her again. With one lift and one kick, the stool hit Mu Wanyue's face with the momentum of thunder.

   "Bei Tinghuang, you devil!"

   What a waste, is she, Mu Wanyue, also her Beitinghuang 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 on her arm, and punched the stool.

  Boom!

  Mu Wanyue only felt a numbness in her arms. The impact of the stool was too great. She forced it, and she was pushed back several steps, barely sitting on the ground.

   Waste? Is Bei Tinghuang a waste? Is a person with such skills still a waste?

   Mu Wanyue held her hand that was nearly cracked by the stool with the other hand. If she hadn't been promoted to the fourth-level spirit, her arm would probably be useless.

   For a moment, she was terrified.

What shocked her even more was still behind, Bei Tinghuang, like a butterfly piercing flowers, broke out from the ten or twenty maids she brought, like the scythe of death, wherever she passed, there were screams and wailing , those servant girls were either missing arms or broken legs, and 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 smiled and shook her head. She looked at Mu Wanyue and then at Mu Qingling with her narrow eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, compared to my Qingling, you can even give her It's not enough to lift shoes, if you want to serve me, I'm afraid I'll be disgusted!"

"you!"

  As shy as Mu Qingling is, as sweet as she is in her heart, Mu Wanyue is as humiliated as she is. She can't wait to eat Beitinghuang now.

  Bei Tinghuang lifted her chin with a finger, showing disdain and dislike, "Tsk tsk tsk, for a girl like this, being a bed warmer is flattering you!"

Mu Wanyue was so angry that she burst into tears. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the servant woman secretly reporting the news to the main courtyard, so she endured it and turned her head away, "Bei Tinghuang, today's humiliation, tomorrow, I am ten Get it back!"

  (end of this chapter)