The Frozen Girl: The Beast-Controlling Concubine

Chapter 21 The Cruel Beast (5)

"Sister, are you leaving?" Murong Qingyuan asked softly with a hint of disappointment in her clear eyes.

"Well, sister still has something to do!" Murong Shishan replied obediently with a flash of light in her eyes.

"Then sister, let's watch my sister dance the whip again!" Murong Qingyuan smiled sweetly.

"Okay!" Murong Shishan showed a look of excitement, with a smile in her eyes, but the smile was a little cold, and the curvature of her lips was a little stiff.

Murong Qingyuan!

"Then sister has started!" A smile appeared in Murong Qingyuan's bright eyes, she raised her plain hand slightly, and the leather whip in her hand seemed to be very spiritual, and she lifted it up gently like that, dancing in the air, this time The target was still the big tree, Murong Qingyuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, her mediocre face was as cold as ice, and she ruthlessly whipped towards that big tree.

With a sound of "Boom--", the big tree collapsed, and the root of the tree was uprooted and fell together. In an instant, the place was filled with ashes and smoke.

Murong Shishan was dumbfounded.

There was a smile on the corner of Murong Qingyuan's mouth, when she retracted the whip, the hand holding the whip slightly bent, and the whip was thrown straight at Murong Shishan who was standing not far away.

Murong Shishan opened her pupils wide and shrank in fear, she hurriedly called out, "Sister, the whip—"

Before she finished speaking, the leather whip lashed her left arm fiercely.

"Ah—" There was another miserable cry of pain.

The maid standing behind Murong Shishan was shaking like chaff.

　And Yulan and Qing'er, who had been standing at the door and couldn't come out, looked at the scene with smiles in their eyes, and felt happy in their hearts.

Murong Shishan suddenly covered the wound, her eyes flashed with a cold and murderous intent, she said fiercely in her heart, "Murong Qingyuan! I will definitely let you die."

The flash of a smile in Murong Qingyuan's eyes was replaced by worry, and a look of guilt appeared on her mediocre face. She immediately threw off the whip in her hand and hurried to Murong Shishan, "Sister, It's all right! It's my sister's fault, I confiscated the whip when I collected it, so I accidentally hit my sister, let my sister see how it hurts."

Murong Qingyuan stretched out her hand to remove Murong Shishan's hand covering her arm, but Murong Shishan moved away calmly, with a hint of hatred in her lowered eyes, and said softly, "No need, sister!" .”

"Sister, take a look—" Murong Qingyuan smiled, and tried to touch Murong Shishan's arm with her right hand again, this time Murong Qingyuan's movements were faster than Murong Shishan imagined.

When Murong Shishan wanted to dodge, she was caught by Murong Qingyuan's hand, how could she let Murong Qingyuan's dirty hand touch her incomparably noble body, she quickly moved back.And Murong Qingyuan knew she would do this, so she yanked her hard, and then Murong Shishan moved back, the horrible wound was pulled just like this, Murong Shishan was so painful that her forehead was sweating, But clenched tightly without making a sound.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Sister." There was a smile in Murong Qingyuan's eyes, but her tone was very apologetic.

"It's nothing, sister has a little injury, don't worry, sister, I'll go back to the room to get bandaged now." The corners of Murong Shishan's mouth twitched, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and her eyes were full of hatred, but she had to hide it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and walked towards the broken gate of the small courtyard.

(End of this chapter)