The Favor of the Delicate Villain of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 102, Knights of the Rivers and Lakes and the Daughter of the Boudoir ([-])
Hearing that Mu Ye's tone was colder than before, he sneered,
"Why did the young master who never left the sect come out? Could it be that your Tianzong sect has collapsed and can no longer support you?"

The sarcasm in the words was about to overflow, but Wen Qingqing could hear the vigilance and vigilance in this guy's voice.

The sick beauty stared straight at Wen Qingqing, he smiled suddenly, the corners of his pale but moist mouth curled up, his whole body was still as delicate as before, but his aura suddenly became soft and dark.It makes people feel hairy,
"This is Mrs. Wen's daughter, Miss Qingqing, right?"

There was a different glint in the sick beauty's eyes, she coughed twice and continued to speak,
"Sure enough, she is a person who is beautiful and beautiful, and she is the most beautiful person in the country, and she is praised as the number one beauty by you in Chu, even."

He looked at Mu Ye and smiled lightly,

"He is guarded by the world-renowned Young Master Qing Shang."

Mu Ye didn't know what he heard, his face darkened quickly, he looked at the young man in white,
"Of course it's not as famous as Mr. Yun's. After all, the head of the Tianzong sect, the largest sect in Chu, died inexplicably a few days ago, and now everyone is talking about it."

Young Sovereign Master Yunyu's face remained normal, and he even sighed in cooperation,
"This matter is very strange. My young master is still investigating this matter. I came here today to find some clues."

Yunyu glanced at the corpse on the ground faintly, and smiled meaningfully,
"My Tianzong Sect never owes favors. In order to thank Mu Shaoxia, when Qingqing and I get married in the future, I will definitely remember to pass a wedding invitation to Shaoxia."

Wen Qingqing:! ! ! ! !

Mu Ye's pupils suddenly shrank,
The sick beauty let out a low laugh, Wen Qingqing heard the sound of the man's subordinate pulling the chair, the subordinate was also full of awe,

"Young Sovereign, sit down."

It seemed that someone had gently flicked up the sleeves, and the passing breeze greeted the person with a cold fragrance. Wen Qingqing turned sideways to watch the person lift up her robe gracefully, and sat down.

The tone of the young patriarch in white changed slightly, he sighed,
"Today's matter is really helpless. As the young master of Tianzongmen, I naturally have to come out to deal with family affairs."

He looked at the graceful figure not far away with great regret, his tone became gentle,
"My young master just met Mr. Wen Chengwen who was being hunted down on the way here. I sent someone there, but it was too late."

Yunyu knocked on the table,
"Arong, take the things and give Mu Shaoxia the palm of his hand."

A gloomy young disciple came out holding a box, Mu Ye opened it, and inside was a piece of paper.

Seeing Mu Ye's complexion gradually becoming gloomy and bloodthirsty, Yunyu added in a good mood,
"This is written by Wencheng."

He looked at Wen Qingqing, who was a little dazed, with a rare soft look on his face,
"Your father entrusted you to this young master before his death. This young master thought that Mr. Wen was honest all his life, and he has already promised him to marry you as his wife.

That piece of paper is your father's own handwriting. "

Wen Qingqing: ...

grass! ! !what's the situation?Didn't her father entrust her to Mu Ye just now?According to Wen Cheng's temperament, she would never be allowed to have any involvement with Tianzongmen.

Wen Qingqing hastily moved over, and her expression became serious in an instant——

This is really Wencheng's handwriting!

At this time, Wen Qingqing suddenly heard a sound, and when she looked up, she saw A Rong lying on the ground in embarrassment holding the box, crying in pain, and Mu Ye standing among the flying paper scraps, his expression never changed. It's been gloomy.

The man in black clothes spoke slowly,
"It's just you? Or is it your status as the young suzerain who can't even cover the stool?"

"The suzerain's death is still an unsolved case. As the heir of the Tianzong sect, you are actually considering marriage?!"

"You don't want to take this person away today!"

Mu Ye looked at the woman not far away, Wen Qingqing's eyelids twitched, her intuition was not good, she followed Mu Ye and suddenly appeared in front of her, she was hugged horizontally and flew out of the window as soon as her waist tightened.

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"Young master, do you want to send someone to chase after Mu Ye and that woman?"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help interjecting.

Yunyu's eyes were sharp, and the speaker knelt down tremblingly, cupped his fists tremblingly and prepared to speak, then felt a pain in his neck, and then watched the blood gushing out from his throat, and finally fell down unwillingly.

Yunyu calmly wiped away the blood on his face, he tilted his head to look at the crowd, his eyes were filled with coldness and indifference,
"Remember, this young master only said once, that woman is your suzerain's wife."

Everyone hastily responded.

Only then did Yunyu slowly lay down on the chair again, tapping her fingers on the table,

"Mu Ye let him go today because you are absolutely no match for him. Forget about the handwriting. After all, even Qingqing has confirmed it, and they can't change it."

Someone else suddenly said,

"However, Wencheng is indeed a little abnormal today."

Another exclaimed,

"That's abnormal! It looks weird with a blank face."

Ah Rong looked up,

"Is there such a wicked way?"

Immediately someone came over to the side,

"That's not true! Master Arong, you didn't see it when you went there late. I've never seen such a person in my life. It looks like, uh, like—"

Yunyu stood up slowly,
"Is it a puppet?"

The man shuddered and exclaimed,

"Yes! It's a puppet!!"

When they met Yunyu's gaze, everyone knelt down.

Yunyu smiled lightly,

"I'm so scary?"

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