Dark Beast Summoner

The bitter and mean voices of the two women sounded behind Mu Wushuang.

She turned her head slowly, and her eyes fell on the faces of the two old women with pointed faces and monkey cheeks. Her eyes were like looking at dead people, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Xiao Baibai, let them enjoy it for a while."

Her lips parted lightly, her tone flat.

Before the people around could understand what she meant by these words, they saw a slender silver snake the size of a pinky finger drilled out of her wrist, with a cold tongue sticking out a letter, making people feel suffocated. smell.

The next person didn't know what this was for a while, but thought that Mu Wushuang kept a small pet. After all, this snake was too small, and it didn't seem to be lethal at all, and people had mocking smiles on their faces.

But in the next second, everyone was shocked!

Because the little silver snake was as fast as lightning, it suddenly got into the bodies of the two women and pierced them directly. The blood hole is bleeding out.

They were in excruciating pain, screaming again and again, and the pain was unbearable. This kind of torture was better than giving them a knife.

All the servants saw their hearts tremble, the two were fighting, and their eyes were full of fear, worried that it would be their turn next. After all, one of the two women is the steward of the outer court and the other is in charge of purchasing, and their identities are higher than theirs.

After a full quarter of an hour, the two old women covered in blood stopped screaming, cut off their vitality, and lay dead on the ground.

Others didn't dare to let out the air, they were sweating like rain, and what's more, they were scared to lose control of their bowels.

When Mu Wushuang looked at everyone's face one by one, they all shuddered and dared not look directly at this death-like girl.

"Sang Lan, if you are disrespectful to you, pick them out and train them well, so as not to bark like a dog all day long." She faced Sang Lan in a low voice, remembering that Sang Lan said that she was often bullied in the outer courtyard. Punish them well.

Sang Lan showed her gratitude. Because of her short height and dark appearance, she was often bullied by others. Some people took pleasure in teasing her. She used to dream of getting justice one day, but she never expected this day to come so quickly!

"You, you, you, and you, come out!"

Sang Lan pointed one by one.

These people have the fate of the two old women, and they dare not come out.

"Snapped!"

Sang Lan used all her strength and slapped a young maid on the face.

This maid is the most hateful. She stole the master's things, planted the blame on her, and deliberately forced others to bully her, causing her to suffer.

With this slap in the face, Sang Lan felt that the whole person was in a good mood. Looking at the usually arrogant maid, she didn't even dare to resist, and she felt proud.

After playing in a circle, Sang Lan's hand hurt, but she felt very relieved, and she was even more grateful to Mu Wushuang from the bottom of her heart.

After beating people, these people still knelt on the ground and saluted respectfully, no matter how resentful they were in their hearts, they didn't dare to show the slightest bit on their faces.

Mu Wushuang sneered, this kind of person who upholds the high and treads the low, the inferiority is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, so they don't know how powerful they are.

"Someone help me call Fu Bo."

she said.

"Yes, Miss Mu, the servant will go now!"

When Uncle Fu came over, she pointed at five or six servants who looked honest and said coldly, "You follow Uncle Fu to serve the young master. If you don't serve him well, it's the fate of these two old ladies!"

Uncle Fu was old, and Mu Wushuang couldn't bear to make him work too much, but Mu Yuheng was not in good health. If Uncle Fu was not there to take care of her, she would not be relieved, so she could only call a few more servants.

The servant nodded again and again, saying that he would definitely take good care of Master Mu.

Mu Wushuang finally swept through the crowd coldly before stepping into the yard of the beauty's younger brother.

The room arranged by the palace for Mu Yuheng was very good, but looking at the thick fallen leaves and dry grass on the ground, she knew that the servant was deliberately lazy. After walking in a few steps, she saw the beautiful younger brother standing under the eaves, thin and thin. A lot of snow fell on his shoulders, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.