The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

"What's the matter? How can you be so noisy?"

As soon as the old lady came, everyone consciously gave way.

She had a straight face, with a majestic aura lingering all over her body, so that no one dared to offend her.

When Rong Shichu saw the old lady, there was a strong light in his eyes, as if a drowning person had found a life-saving straw.

He stepped forward, put his hands on the old lady's shoulders, and said with an excited expression: "Grandma...you...please persuade daddy, he has already lost his head."

He had a lot of strength, and the shaking made the old lady dizzy, and her body was about to fall apart.

"Cough cough cough..."

She hadn't recovered yet, and her face suddenly turned pale.

"roll!"

Mu Changying let go of Rong Liyuan's hand, holding the hem of the skirt with one hand, and strode to the side of the two of them.

She grasped Rong Shichu's wrist with her right hand and squeezed it hard, and there was a crisp bone sound from his wrist.

Hand bone dislocation!

"Hiss... let go... bitch, let me go!"

Rong Shichu's face turned pale, he took a breath, and instantly let go of the other hand on the old lady's shoulder.

He was like a trapped animal, struggling hard, but he couldn't break free from the restraint.

The pain in the wrist intensified, and it seemed that this hand was not his.

"Nizi, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Mom is not in good health, how can she bear this violent shaking?

Mu Changying's brows were furrowed tightly, violence overflowed from her whole body, and a faint coldness swept across the audience.

Those clear eyes were full of hostility, like a demon walking out of a Shura field.

"You... you bitch, it's all your fault!"

If this little bitch hadn't seduced Dad, things would never have developed to this point.

Rong Shichu was burning with anger, and his sanity was completely destroyed.

He raised his other hand and slapped her porcelain-white face.

"The little bastard actually sneaked up on me, sister Ying, be careful!"

"Little fairy, get out of the way. I'll teach you a lesson for this bitch right away."

"Fuck, does he want to die?"

...

Si Xian and his party who walked into the hall together happened to see this wonderful scene.

Several people's pupils widened, their hearts rose to their throats, and they quickly accelerated their pace to rush over.

Mu Changying stood where he was, and squeezed Rong Shichu's wrist more tightly.

The sound of bone cracking made her feel extremely happy, and her pink tongue licked her bright red lips.

His slap was about to land on her white and tender face.

At the very moment, a big hand tightly clasped Rong Shichu's wrist.

"you wanna die!"

The darkness in Rong Liyuan's eyes gushed out, like a gust of wind sweeping everything.

The people standing around him kept backing away, for fear of being hurt by him in his rage.

Rong Liyuan clasped Rong Shichu's hand with one hand, pressed the other's shoulder with the other, and suddenly pushed back hard.

"Crack——"

Bones misaligned, shoulders dislocated.

This arm hangs down weakly, and at the same time, Rong Shichu opened his mouth wide and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

This method is very good.

Mu Changying's eyes lit up, she put her small hand on Rong Shichu's shoulder, and also pushed his hand back.

"Crack——"

The sound of bone cracking came again, and the crisp sound made everyone's hearts tremble.

They felt the cold swishing on their shoulders, and unconsciously stretched out their hands to cover their shoulders to keep warm.

"It hurts... it hurts... bitch, bitch!"

The husband and wife beat together, and both hands were dislocated, and the pain was beyond his tolerance.

Rong Shichu's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his body kept moving back, uttering a series of curses as he retreated.