Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

   Seeing this little bitch's face like this, Duanmu Rong felt particularly relieved. Anyway, today, this little **** can't show people with this face.

   Those princes and sons couldn't see Duanmu Rong's face, so naturally they wouldn't be fascinated by her appearance.

   From now on, if Duanmurong had scars on her face, Duanmurong might not be able to marry for the rest of her life.

  When Duanmuying turned around and complained to her father, she would kill her and not admit it, and no one had seen it anyway.

   "Sister, why are you treating me like this?" Duan Muying's eyes were filled with hatred.

   For so many years, she has been letting Duanmu Rong. Her mother's status was low, she was just a concubine. Her mother's family was an ordinary family with no backers, so the eldest lady often bullied her mother.

  The mother and daughter swallowed their anger in the mansion, just thinking about living a peaceful life. But no matter how low-key they are, there are still people who despise them as thorns in the flesh, just trying their best to get rid of them.

  It is not easy to survive in the house for more than ten years.

   "Why do you do this to you? Because I hate you, and I want to slap you hard when I look at your coquettish face!"

   "Eldest sister, I have never provoked you to provoke you, why are you so cruel?" Duan Muying covered half of her face.

   If this half of her face is ruined, she really can't marry a good family.

   The reason why she cherishes this performance so much is that she wants to find a good family so that she can take her mother out of the house and live a good life.

   "This will be cruel to you, okay, then I will be more cruel to you, you little bitch, you just need to clean up!"

   Duanmu Rong just wanted to raise her hand to teach Duan Muying a lesson, but her hand was suddenly hit by something, and it was painful. Duanmurong quickly retracted her hand.

   "Who! Who beat me?" Duanmurong asked.

  Huang Qianqian reminded, "Rong'er, no one beat you!"

   "Yes! Otherwise, why does my hand hurt so much! Someone smashed me with something." Duanmurong pouted.

   "Rong'er, you are scaring people! You don't see anyone, it's a ghost who smashed you with something!"

   After Huang Qianqian finished speaking, she and Duan Murong were both shaking with fright.

   Isn't there really a ghost?

   "Qianqian, stop scaring people, if you do this again, I'll be angry!"

  Huang Qianqian was also afraid of ghosts, so she nodded quickly, "Don't say it, I won't say it!"

   Duanmurong thought that it was either an accident or an illusion. He raised his hand and wanted to continue to teach Duan Muying a lesson, but he didn't expect his hand to be smashed again, and he gasped in pain.

   "Who, who is it!" Duanmurong asked in a loud voice.

   If it was an illusion before, it shouldn’t be an illusion now, right?

   "Who is playing tricks behind the scenes, come out with the ability!"

  Han Yingxue walked out of the darkness with a sneer. He clapped his palms, "Here, the two of you team up to bully others, you are really amazing."

  Huang Qianqian and Duanmu Rong frowned when they saw Han Yingxue.

   Duanmu Rong thought that no one knew about Duanmu Ying's face, but she was bumped into by Han Yingxue, and she was afraid that she would say it, and her father would definitely punish her.

  What Huang Qianqian was thinking was that the enemy's road was narrow, and he met Han Yingxue again, but he was not Han Yingxue's opponent.

   "Don't mind my business!" Duanmurong said to Han Yingxue.