The first goddess of pride

Mo Jinliang had never seen such a ferocious gaze from Mu Xianning, and it made him feel cold all over in an instant!

"Let's go!" Mu Xianning yelled at Li Xie who was still refining the soul-melting spirit beads on the table.

Li Xie brought everything into the Soul Blood Moluo in an instant, and Mu Xianning turned around and jumped out of the window!

Mo Jin was taken aback, there was no one in the whole room?Is she calling herself?Thinking of this, he also jumped out.Driving one of his extremely common flying beasts, the silver-thirsty lieluan was chasing forward, but after a while, even the silver-thirsty lieluan could not be seen well.

"Tell me to go with her, but didn't wait for me." Mo Jinliang muttered, but she could almost understand Mu Xianning's urgent mood.Anyway, he knew where she was going, so he went by himself.

Rainy night, as deep as ink, makes people almost breathless.

Mu Xianning braved the heavy rain, ignoring other things, and riding the silver-thirsty Lieluan, jumped down from the sky above the Shengyue family.Yinqi Lieluan quickly hid in the rainy night, and no one noticed.

The pouring rain drenched her glazed veil, which was blown away by the wind long ago, and her hair fell down in embarrassment at some point. Because of the rain, her silver hair stuck to her cheeks. Looking at her already pale face, it became even paler and colder. Mu Xianning's eyes fell on the quaint gate of the Shengyue family, which was made entirely of sandalwood. The place where the two guards should have stood was still left behind. With the blood of the servants.Under the washing of the rain, it is extraordinarily ferocious.

Mu Xianning's heart was indescribably heavy, and she saw some servants from the branch family inside, each with a white face, wearing coir raincoats, carrying corpses out of the house against the heavy rain.

On the carriage at the door, there were already more than a dozen corpses of maidservants and servants.

It's not that Mu Xianning has never seen dead people, but in modern times, it's almost impossible to see such a pile of corpses, so no matter how cruel she is, her face turns pale at the moment.

Mu Xianning raised her foot and stepped into the sandalwood threshold. In the classical courtyard, a bloody smell rushed towards her face, making people sick. She stared at the corpses in the courtyard and the servants who were busy carrying the corpses.

"Miss..." Suddenly, a timid voice sounded.

Mu Xianning looked sideways slightly, and looked at a maid beside her. The maid was trembling like a willow that was about to fall. Seeing Mu Xian, it was as if she saw the only person in the world. The spirit almost collapsed, the tears burst, and the face was full of tears.

Mu Xianning had seen her before, she was Yingyu, a first-grade girl who had been serving beside Qiu Taijun.

Yingyu's expression made Mu Xianning's heavy heart suddenly sink to the bottom, sending out a trace of cold pain.

"Grandma, is she dead?" Mu Xianning's expression was as cold as ever except for a little paleness, making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

Yingyu thought that Mu Xianning would shed tears and that the two women could find comfort in each other, but Mu Xianning was so calm and distant, and the words she asked were like knives piercing her heart.

She has served the old lady for so many years, and has deep feelings for the old lady, but she dare not say the words 'she is dead'.And Mu Xianning is her granddaughter!How can it be so peaceful?

Thinking of this, Yingyu couldn't help feeling sad and could only nod with tears.