Although we are very strong, we just keep trying to trick people.

Mu Qianning didn't hear what the old man said. When Mrs. Xue asked Ye Xu to take her as his concubine, her heart felt as painful as if there were ten thousand ants biting her. The pain was so painful that it was hard for her to breathe.

She was sure that she had never seen Mrs. Xue and the Ye Xu she talked about before, but why did she feel uncomfortable because of other people's words?

Seeing that Mu Qianning didn't respond, the old man couldn't help but said, "Girl Ling, what are you doing standing still? Why don't you thank Madam Xue quickly."

"Oh! Okay, thank you, Mrs. Xue." Mu Qianning said instinctively, and then she was stunned. Isn't her name Mu Qianning? Who is Miss Ling calling and why did she agree?

Mu Qianning was puzzled. She looked at the old man who was familiar yet strange to her, and at the noble Lady Xue. She felt that everything should not be like this.

"Get dressed up tonight and we'll pick you up early tomorrow morning."

As if she was dissatisfied with Mu Qianning's reaction, Mrs. Xue frowned and said coldly, leading the servants to leave the yard. After Mrs. Xue left, the old man arranged for Mu Qianning to continue working, and lamented that after she gets married tomorrow, she will... There is no one left to work for.

After a night of confusion, a carriage stopped in front of Mu Qianning's house early the next morning. Several women came in and put Mu Qianning into a red dress, and then led her into the carriage.

Mu Qianning didn't see Ye Xu until she arrived in front of the Ye family's mansion. She was a concubine and had no status. Ye Xu would naturally not come to pick her up.

For some reason, she was filled with disgust for the husband she met for the first time, and even had the urge to kill her at all costs.

Mu Qianning made a finger secret with her hand hidden in her sleeve, but unfortunately nothing happened. She instinctively froze on the spot, not understanding what was wrong with her and how a mortal could use the immortal secret.

But the way she froze on the spot was looked at by the people around her. One of the purple-haired women couldn't help but said: "Brother, your wife who is planning to marry you is not a fool, is she?"

The people around heard it and burst into laughter.

Mu Qianning heard the sound and looked around. When she saw the purple-haired woman, she was completely stunned. At the same time, a sense of grievance came to her heart for no reason. She didn't know who the purple-haired woman was.

But she instinctively feels that even if the whole world isolates her, this woman will be by her side. Now, why is she mocking herself?

Mu Qianning looked around, trying to find something that made her feel familiar and normal, until her eyes stopped on Ye Xu's face. That cold, arrogant and indifferent look made her seem to remember something.

Mu Qianning broke away from the support of her mother-in-law and quickly came to Ye Xu. Under the disbelief eyes of the audience, she slapped Ye Xu on the face.

In an instant, the surrounding scene began to change, the wedding scene turned into a funeral scene, and Mu Qianning was seen wearing a white mourning dress, kneeling in front of Xue Qingrou's grave, and voices of condemnation kept coming from around her.

"It's all you. If you hadn't insisted on leaning against Ye Xu, your mother would not have died."

"You are a scourge. You post stuff that no one wants."

"Now that the clan elder and your mother have been killed by you, why are you still alive? Why don't you die?"

Mu Qianning listened to the condemnation of the people around her, her face neither sad nor happy. She had woken up. None of this had happened yet. She could still change. Naturally, she did not need to cry for things that had not happened.

In Mu Qianning's deep memory, her mother Xue Qingrou was always gentle and gentle to her, and she never showed impatience or displeasure in her eyes. Likewise, Xue Qingrou would never force her to do something she didn't want to do.

The old man who sold the liquor was extremely caring for her. He would hold the young Mu Qianning in his arms in the cold winter, wrap her in his coat, and teach her how to read and digit. The hard-earned money from selling alcohol bought her a new schoolbag and put it on her back with a smile on her face.

Ling Xuewei dotes on her to the extreme. Although this sister is sometimes not serious, in the end she cares about her. Ling Xuewei will never let her be bullied. Likewise, she will not humiliate her in front of everyone.

When the three people appeared one after another, Mu Qianning's doubts continued to amplify, and they seemed to be different.

Until she saw that Ye Xu had no ability and had a broken face. It was a face that she wanted to slap twice in her dreams.

Mu Qianning followed her thoughts. After the two slaps, a sense of clarity and comfort suddenly emerged. Her gradually hidden memories came back to life. When she woke up, she looked indifferently at the Mu family disciples who had condemned her.

"Tsk, tsk, you are not pretending at all. We Mu family disciples will not be as harsh and mean as you." As she said that, a long knife appeared in Mu Qianning's hand and she chopped off the head of the Mu family disciple in front of her.

With one strike, the disciple's head fell off, but there was no blood in the broken neck. Instead, there were purple-pink flames spurting out. These were all disguises for Yinghuo Xinyan.

The two consecutive layers of illusions were ineffective, and Yinghuo Xinyan no longer pretended. It pounced directly on Mu Qianning's spiritual sea, wanting to strike first and wipe out Mu Qianning's soul.

In Ling Luoyan's gaze, the Yinghuo Heart Flame turned into a sharp sword and pierced Mu Qianning's eyebrows. The purple-pink flames on Mu Qianning's body swelled up, and her body began to instinctively release the power of the lunar calendar, trying to extinguish these flames. .

But these flames seemed to be imaginary. The power of the moon and the flames were connected and passed through each other without affecting each other. The ground touched by the breath of the power of the moon began to freeze.

In the space of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, Mu Qianning did not feel any burning sensation, but she felt that her soul was dissipating little by little. The Yinghuo Heart Flame filled her entire sea of ​​​​consciousness, as if it was going to turn her entire sea of ​​​​consciousness into nothingness.

Her sea of ​​consciousness is constantly infused with the power of Taiyin, trying to expel the flames emitted by the Yingzhuo Heart Flame, but this flame is invisible and qualityless. It is clearly right in front of you, but you cannot touch it.

Mu Qianning saw such a rogue thing again, and felt anxious and angry. If the blood in her body didn't contain the blessings of heaven, her soul would probably have died.

The last time she encountered something that made her so helpless was when she was fighting against the Danxiong disciple in the Xuanhuang Trial Tower. She didn't expect that this time she would be manipulated by a heart fire.

At the critical moment, Mu Qianning could not care so much anymore. The power of heaven's blessing would only become less and less used. Her soul opened her mouth in the sea of ​​consciousness and sucked in the wisp of heart inflammation next to her.

As this wisp of heart inflammation was swallowed up by Mu Qianning's soul, her soul began to dissipate faster, and the power of heaven's blessing also decreased rapidly, but there was a trace of purple-pink light in the slightly illusory soul.

Seeing that it was effective, Mu Qianning began to speed up the devouring of Yinghuo Xinyan. She opened her small mouth and inhaled hard. The surrounding Xinyan was sucked into her mouth like air, and the purple-pink color in her soul began to become richer.

Yinghuo Xinyan was intelligent after all. After feeling that his power was constantly weakening, and just about to leave, he felt a force of the same level wrapping around him, and it was trapped in Mu Qianning's body.