As soon as these three words came out, a cold wind seemed to fill the room, making people shiver with coldness.

Even though Mu Zhi was still wearing a quilt, her body couldn't help but tremble.

She looked up in surprise and found a slender body leaning at the door.

The owner of the body has a very aggressive and handsome face, with dull but sharp features.

His thin lips curled up in an arc, and the sunlight gradually falling on his face outside the window made the smile on his lips even colder.

Mu Zhi just looked at it from a distance and shuddered subconsciously.

Wen Ningrui also turned around, and when she saw the person coming, she frowned, obviously very unhappy.

But soon, she showed a decent and elegant smile: "It's Xiaoying, why are you free to come here today? Xiaozhi was still talking about you just now."

She doesn't like Mu Ying, but she still has to do her best to save face.

Otherwise, if word spreads, it will be known as someone who harshly criticizes the younger generation.

She is the future wife of the housekeeper, and she cannot let such a small thing put a stain on her for no reason.

"Chi." Mu Ying bent her left leg and relied on her right foot for support.

He chuckled noncommittally, ignored Wen Ningrui, and looked at the pretty and pale Mu Zhi, raised his chin, and repeated in a lazy tone: "Who is not to blame?"

Upon hearing these three words, Mu Zhi's face turned paler, her lips moved, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's fly: "Mu, Mu Yingge..."

Before the last word was uttered, there was a sound of "Qiang——".

A long sword came from nowhere, breaking through the wind, and then stood in the sky.

The sword was completely silver-white, with a cold light on the tip pointing at Mu Zhi's forehead, motionless.

This sudden scene shocked Wen Ningrui and Mu Zhi.

What does this mean?

How can you be so good and draw your sword at each other?

It was Wen Ningrui who reacted first. Her expression changed and her voice became urgent and sharp: "Xiaoying, what are you doing?"

Mu Ying still ignored her, her phoenix eyes locked firmly on Mu Zhi.

"What's your name?" He pulled the corners of his lips and smiled, his voice was more kind and gentle than ever before, "Say it again?"

Upon hearing these words, Mu Zhi's eyes quickly condensed with mist.

She turned pale and called out with a trembling voice: "Ying...Young Master Ying."

His fingers couldn't help but curl up, and the delicate skin in his palms was bleeding.

Mu Zhi finally couldn't hold it back, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, making her pale skin wet.

Sobbing and choking, it sounds very distressing.

"Don't cry, Xiaozhi, don't cry." Wen Ningrui hurriedly coaxed, and after wiping away Mu Zhi's tears, she looked at the young man leaning against the door.

"Mu Ying!" This was the case. How could she not know what Mu Ying was doing when he took out the sword? She was so angry that her heart and lungs ached. "Xiao Zhi is your sister. What's wrong with calling you brother?"

She smiled coldly: "Okay, even if you don't like this, why do you do it?"

"Xiao Zhi is not well yet. What if you do this and scare her into getting sick? Can you afford it?"

Wen Ningrui said these words right out of the mouth, with great simplicity and without any hesitation.

There is a faint sense of joy in it.

An orphan whose parents both died had to be embarrassed to show off in front of her.

genius?

So what if she is a genius? It's not like she has never destroyed a genius with her own hands.

Wen Ningrui's expression was cold and her eyes were like knives.

At this time, Mu Ying finally glanced at Wen Ningrui and laughed coldly: "I didn't ask you anything, so don't interrupt. My sword doesn't have eyes."

"You..." Wen Ningrui's face turned red and she slapped the bed board hard, "You simply don't distinguish between superiority and inferiority. I'm going to offend you!"

Mu Ying raised her eyes and said casually: "Oh, that's it."

Next second!

"Shua——"

"Ugh!"

Wen Ningrui suppressed the scream that was about to escape her lips. She looked at the sudden silver sword with a cold sweat, and her stomach felt sour.

She was not surprised. If Mu Ying had thought about it, the sword would have been inserted directly into her throat.

This Muying is so lawless!

He actually dares to take action here!

"You can complain to the old man and let him punish me." Mu Ying crossed her arms and looked down at the mother and daughter, "Of course, there is another way, and that is -"

His lip line raised: "Kill me when you can really surpass me in strength."

"Xiao Ying, what are you talking about?" Wen Ningrui looked a little unnatural, "It doesn't matter whether we kill or not, we are all a family and should live in harmony."

Mu Ying smiled coldly: "With disgusting people like you, we can't live in harmony."

Wen Ningrui gritted her teeth in anger and could only swallow her words.

Because she was afraid of the suspended sword. If she moved forward a few inches, blood might be splattered on the spot.

"Ying, Master Ying." Mu Zhi suddenly spoke, as if she mustered up the courage, "I know it's all my fault. I have a humble status, so I shouldn't treat Master Ying as brother and sister."

She looked gloomy and bit her lip: "Don't worry, Master Ying, I will never call you that again in the future. Please don't blame mother."

Mu Ying glanced at her and smiled: "No -"

When Mu Zhi heard this, she seemed a little happy: "Master Ying?"

Mu Ying raised her eyebrows: "You are not of low status, you are despicable."

Hearing these words, Mu Zhi was a little in disbelief, and the blood on her lips completely faded: "Me?"

How could he use such words to describe her?

Is she just this kind of person in his eyes?

"Put away your tricks." Mu Ying suppressed a smile, with a cold expression on her face, "Such tricks are like nothing in front of me."

"Master Ying." Mu Zhi took a deep breath, and her soft voice became unusually tough, "Is it too much for you to slander me like this?"

"Slander?" Mu Ying curled her lips, with a smile on her lips, "I always do things directly, do you not know, or are you..."

"Xiaoying!" Seeing that the long sword was about to change direction, Wen Ningrui interrupted at the right time, "If you're fine, just leave. Xiaozhi is going to sleep."

Now that Mu Chenyu is not here, she must not confront this Mu Ying head-on.

Hearing this, Mu Ying raised her eyebrows and raised her hand.

Seeing his action, Wen Ningrui immediately became nervous.

"If the old man hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have come." Mu Ying put down a cloth bag and said, "Get it, but don't say I didn't deliver it."

The cloth bag fell and the contents were scattered all over the bed. It contained the elixirs and spiritual stones prepared by the Mu family for Mu Zhi.

Wen Ningrui looked a little embarrassed. She was neither advancing nor retreating. She could only smile and said, "Thank you, Xiaoying, for taking the trip."

Mu Zhi leaned on the bed, her head slightly lowered, and said nothing. No one knew what she was thinking.

Mu Ying ignored it, turned around and walked out.

Wen Ningrui's face instantly darkened, but within a few seconds, she put on a smile again: "Xiao Ying, is there anything else?"

Because Mu Ying turned around again before she took a few steps.

In the whirling light and shadow, the handsome face was not very clear, and cast a shadow.

The words that came out of his mouth were extremely cold and filled with murderous intent.

"It's not yours, and there's no point in taking it away. One day, you'll spit it out with interest!"

One sentence made both Wen Ningrui and Mu Zhi feel slightly horrified.

And from a distance, the young man's eyes were like the coldest blade on the snow-capped mountains, so... frightening.

**

"alright?"

Feng Chi, who was drowsy outside the door, woke up immediately when he saw Mu Ying walking out.

"Yeah." Mu Ying responded lightly, "Let's go."

"You've been acting cold all day. I don't know why I thought you were no good." Feng Chi rolled his eyes, "Where are you going? Why not go to my house for a drink?"

"No." Mu Ying refused decisively, "I'm tired of your wine."

"Can you give me some face?" Feng Chi glared at him, "Besides, don't all the wines taste the same? What's the point of being greasy?"

He couldn't understand why Mu Ying liked such spicy things.

Moreover, he could never tell the difference between Qiulu Bai, Purple Huaying, and Lotus Stamen wines.

When it came to his mouth, it became three words - it doesn't taste good.

"Tsk." Mu Ying wiped the corners of her lips with her fingertips, narrowed her eyes, and said lightly, "I'm in a bad mood today and want to kill someone."

Hearing this, Feng Chi was startled: "Why are you in a bad mood again?"

"It's nothing." Mu Ying lazily raised her eyes, "Have sex occasionally, just get used to it."
To be continued...