Chapter 9

One, two, three Thirty seven.

Slightly frowned, she could only hear the footsteps of 37 people, while the man in purple said there were 45, and there were eight people, she could not hear them.

This only shows that these eight people are too much higher than her.

Slowly open your eyes and slide your two fingers over the soft body of the sword.

"Little beast, dare to kill elder sister..." There was a roar of exposure and a group of people rushed in.

There was a flash of shivering in the eyes and eyebrows, a flick of the hand that slipped over the body of the sword, and the soft sword immediately made a buzzing sound, which was extremely sharp.

Silver light, cold as the cold moon in the sun.

Murong Gang rushes in. Seeing this step, he stands still and looks at Zhai Ran's independence in the courtyard, holding a sword and waiting for their Ryukyu. The whole body is calm and fierce. It's almost impossible to see. This Ryukyu

"Wushu, who is the beast? My Murong Ryukyu is your third brother's own daughter. Is it possible that my third house is a kind of animal in the eyes of five uncles? " Gently slanting his head, Ryukyu asked softly. The gentle words drifted in the wind and fell into the ear of Murong Yi, her father.

Seemingly mild, but actually sharp.

Murong Yi frowned at the words.

Murong Gang frowned at the same time, and said in a sharp voice: "the third brother is the talent of the tiger, the etiquette everyone, can't do the thing of loving elder sister. If you do such a cruel thing to destroy your family, it's not our Murong family, it's not as good as animals."

"Yes, you are a cruel and vicious woman. My daughter has no grievance or hatred with you. You even hurt her when you beat her. You also wasted her wrist. You can't practice martial arts all your life. You will become a useless person. My Murong family can't tolerate such a vicious person. I can't spare you." Murongqiu's mother's blood was red in her eyes, and she wished to eat the meat of Ryukyu and drink her blood.

Ryukyu's indifferent eyes swept over the people who came here. Many of them didn't know each other, old or young, or grew up and met each other. However, it's no big deal.

Slowly raising the soft sword in his hand, Ryukyu looked up at the five uncles and five aunts who were angry, and said coldly: "OK, there is no injustice and no hatred. I have been here for eight years, and I have never gone out for a step. May I ask where did I rush to discard murongqiu's hand? Where am I beating her? "

A sound landed, and there was a brief silence on the scene.

Murong Liuyue has always lived here and never went out for a step. If nothing like this happened today, they can hardly remember that there is a Murong family here.