The pity that fell on her around her was the greatest humiliation she suffered in her life.

Xuan Wuxin's body was trembling because of anger. She raised her head and stared at Yue Qingqing fiercely, as if she was about to scatter her with her eyes.

"Disciple is reckless, please forgive me!" Xuan Wuxin crawled on the ground and kowtowed hard.

But before her forehead touched the ground, Elder Qiong had already flashed to the side, grabbed the teacup on the table and slapped it in front of Xuan Wuxin.

Hot water splashed on her face, the porcelain pieces cut her skin, and the burning pain scared her to scream.

The people present were shocked by this scene. Elder Qiong seemed to be a bit too much, right?

Yue gently looked at the little face with tears in her face, with a mockery in her eyes: "Miss Xuan, Mr. Qiong and you are strangers. Are you doing this a little bigger ritual?"

Many people had a sudden look in their eyes. If Xuan Wuxin held a teacup in his hand, he would be a naked apprenticeship. No wonder Elder Qiong would be angry.

Xuan Wuxin's eyes were panicked. It was with this move that she had to take her away and take her back to the weapon refining alliance. Now she wanted to use the same trick again, but was exposed in public.

She tried hard to calm her mind, bit her lower lip, lowered her head slightly, and she fell down like tears, "Elder Qiong, the disciple just wanted to compensate, and had no other thoughts. Why did Elder Qiong listen to others' words and misunderstand the disciple so deeply? The disciple is the person in the weapon refining alliance!"

"The first poem of 300 Tang Poems: The explanation is that concealment is the beginning of farting! The second poem: When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when the person is cheap, there will be invincible!" Yue Xiaoxuan shook his little head, "Uncle Xiao, do you feel that it is suitable for the situation?"

Xiao Bingming closed the fan with a "slap", patted the palm of his hand a few times and said, "What a good poem, what a good poem!"

A low laughter sounded in the crowd, and even if Xuan Wuxin was thick-skinned, he could not stay there at this time.

"Elder Qiong, you will see the hearts of others over time. I will say goodbye to you!" Xuan Wuxin wiped his tears and snatched out of the door. The whimpering sound was clearly penetrated into everyone's ears. Many people's faces still showed pity involuntarily.

Elder Qiong closed the door vigorously and isolated everyone from the door. It was not until the sun was falling that he took Yue and walked out of the room gently.

No one knew what he and Yue Qingqing had actually talked about, but they saw the four words "Heyan Yue Se" on his face, and for a moment what happened here was like a wind.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder what identity Yue Qingqing was? She could actually easily move Elder Qiong's recommendation.

At night, the full moon as big as a washbasin hanging high in the starry sky, and the bright moonlight sprinkles a layer of silver frost on the ground.

A thin but graceful figure rushed out of the weapon refining alliance and covered it into a luxurious manor through the darkness of the night.

The originally brightly lit manor unexpectedly extinguished most of the lights after she arrived, and countless obscure auras were added in the dark, as if to prevent anyone from following.

"Father!" When the gauze covering his face was untied, Xuan Wuxin's face, which was light and dark under the light, had long disappeared from the pitiful little white rabbit in the daytime, and was covered with a terrifying and sinister look.
Chapter completed!