Meng Fei got used to it

Chapter 72 Bai Qingyao, You Are So Prestige
Because of the fire in Wutong Garden, most of the Bai family members in Yuefu couldn't sleep well that night.

Yue Qingmo slept pretty well, and slept beautifully after driving away old man Hua.

I got up at noon to clean myself up, took out a set of light blue skirt from the storage ring and changed into it, and wandered slowly to the kitchen to find something to eat.

It was lunchtime and the kitchen was buzzing.

As soon as Yue Qingmo stepped in, she heard Bai Qingyan's yin and yang ridicule, "Oh, Second Miss, you're picking and choosing in our Bai's house?"

Bai Qingyao also continued to sneer, "Second Miss, the reason why you can continue to live here is because of my mother's kindness. But now my mother is locked up in the ancestral hall, and there is nothing I can do to take care of your mother and daughter. If you give you some leftovers, you will be thankful Bar."

Bai Qingle stood there awkwardly with the rotten food in her hand, "You...then how can you do this?"

She wasn't picky, but today's food was really inedible, who knew that Bai Qingyao would chase Bai Qingyan to the kitchen to taunt her.

"No, right? Then feed the dog." Bai Qingyao winked at Bai Qingyan, who immediately stepped forward, overturned the tray in her hand, and poured all the sour and smelly soup on Bai Qingle's body.

Bai Qingle was splashed with leftovers, emitting an unpleasant smell, except for her personal servant girl, everyone covered their noses and retreated with disgust on their faces.

Bai Qingyao snorted triumphantly, raised her chin and bossed her around, "Since Second Miss doesn't eat the good meals, from now on, there is no need to deliver the meals from Begonia Yard, and I will feed all of them to the dogs."

The servants present all knew who was in charge of Yuefu, and immediately showed contempt for Bai Qingle.

That's right, a white-eyed wolf who doesn't know what's good or bad, who is still picky and picky under the fence.

Bai Qingle was suddenly isolated and helpless, standing there frail and at a loss.

Yue Qingmo couldn't bear to look at her by the side, and walked slowly in front of her, "Bai Qingyao, you are so majestic. It seems that you don't know whether the surname of this mansion is Bai or Yue."

Seeing her appearing suddenly, Bai Qingyao showed no sign of fear at all. Instead, she sneered disdainfully, "You don't think your surname is Yue, do you? Yue Qingmo, let me tell you, in this world, the strong are respected. You trash, doomed You will be trampled by our Bai family."

Although Yue Qingmo's performance last night was indeed very strong, Bai Qingyao didn't pay attention to her at the fourth level of the Yellow Realm.

So what if you become a mysterious spirit master?Waste is waste.

Huangjing?Hmph, not even her maid.

"Hehe..." Yue Qingmo didn't care, and slowly took out a sword from the storage ring, and flicked the blade with his fingers, "Do you know what it means to be cheap?"

Bai Qingle hurriedly pulled her to her side and said in a low voice, "Sister, you are only at the fourth level of the Yellow Realm, and Bai Qingyao is at the Profound Realm, you can't beat her." Not to mention a big difference in the Xuanling Realm, even a small one. It is also difficult to cross, the gap between the two of them is really too big.

"Hehe, it was you who made the challenge. It's too late to regret it now." A venomous look flashed in Bai Qingyao's eyes, and a spiritual force slowly gathered in his palm.

This waste dared to let her mother and sister kneel in the ancestral hall, she had no intention of letting her go easily.

Now she is the first to strike the sword, even if she is killed today, no one will dare to say anything wrong with her.

Yue Qingmo pushed Bai Qingle away to hold a sword flower, and casually looked sideways at him, "It seems that you have healed your scar and forgot the pain."

Back when she was an ordinary person, he used the fairy holy orb to trick her severely.

It's okay not to mention it, but Bai Qingyao's anger burned when he mentioned it, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger, "You go to die, bitch."

"Follow me, I'm courting death." Just as he raised his arm, before the spiritual power in his hand could burst out, a cold voice suddenly came in.

(End of this chapter)