The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master

Bei Tinghuang called out "good girl", which made Mu Qingling feel ashamed and embarrassed, she stomped her feet and went to the side to pour tea for Bei Tinghuang.

Mu Wanyue, on the other hand, couldn't tell whether she was jealous or what, she scolded "shameless", and greeted the servant girl beside her, "Since the ninth young master still wants my life, then I'm sorry, give me superior!"

Most of these maids and servants are ordinary people, and there are also a few first-level and second-level spirits, who are Mu Wanyue's personal maids and rush to the front.

Young Master Ninth is nothing but a waste, and it was just a coincidence that she killed Shui'er, the servant girl in the house, with a single blow from a teacup just now. Now that they came prepared, it would be impossible for them to be captured by Master Ninth again.

A group of people were sharpening their knives, roaring aggressively, and surrounded Beitinghuang.

Mu Qingling didn't even bother to pour tea, she stood behind Bei Tinghuang, if they really dared to do something to Master Ninth, she would fight her second sister desperately.

Huo!

Bei Tinghuang's toes hooked on the broken table in front of him. The table was wobbly and about to fall apart, but at this moment, it gathered strength, and charged towards the group of women like a sharp and imposing weapon.

Ahhh!

Cries of pain sounded one after another.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of falling to the ground is also endless.

Bei Tinghuang followed and stood up, and she used her toes to lift the stool behind her again, and with one lift and one kick, the stool hit Mu Wanyue's face directly with the momentum of thunder.

"Bei Tinghuang, you devil!"

What a waste, is she, Mu Wanyue, also her Beitinghuang can move?

Mu Wanyue couldn't dodge in time, she stepped back abruptly, but the stool seemed to have eyes, only chasing after her, Mu Wanyue had no choice but to accumulate spiritual energy in her arm, and punched the stool.

Boom!

Mu Wanyue only felt a numbness in her arm. The impact of the stool was too great. She forced it, and her whole body was pushed back several steps, just barely sitting on the ground.

waste? Is Bei Tinghuang a waste? Is a person with such skill still a waste?

Mu Wanyue used the other hand to hold her own hand that was almost cracked by the stool. If she hadn't been promoted to the fourth level of spirit, her arm might be useless.

For a moment, she was terrified.

What shocked her even more was still behind, Bei Tinghuang, like a butterfly piercing flowers, broke out from the ten or twenty maids she brought, like the scythe of death, wherever she passed, there were screams and wailing , those servant girls were either missing arms or broken legs, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Mu Wanyue.

"You, what are you going to do?" Mu Wanyue stepped back in horror, "This is my home, my mother and father are here, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Bei Tinghuang smiled and shook her head. She looked at Mu Wanyue and then at Mu Qingling with her narrow eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, compared to my Qingling, you can even give her It's not enough to lift shoes, if you want to serve me, I'm afraid I'll be disgusted!"

"you!"

As shy as Mu Qingling was, as sweet as she was in her heart, Mu Wanyue was as humiliated as she was. At this moment, she wished she could eat Bei Tinghuang.

Bei Tinghuang raised her chin with a finger, showing contempt and disdain in her eyes, "Tsk tsk tsk, for a girl like this, being a bed warmer is a compliment to you!"

Mu Wanyue was so angry that she burst into tears. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the servant woman secretly reporting the news to the main courtyard, so she endured it and turned her head away, "Bei Tinghuang, today's humiliation, tomorrow, I am ten Get it back!"