"Mom, the head of the Yue family must be a big bad guy. Look, he has so many people happy with his braids." Yue Xiaoxuan sat in her arms. In order to describe how big the big one was, her hands spread out her pink face and her eyes were bright. Yue couldn't help but chewing on his face. Our baby is so cute.

The people from the Yue family were angry. Miss Liu of the Yue family took the opportunity to jump out and shouted angrily: "Yue Qingqing, are you a waste blind? There are red ribbons floating all over the garden. How could it be a funeral?"

"Yes, this should be a happy event!" Yue agreed gently, but it made people even more angry. Is she saying that the death of the Yue family is a happy event?

Miss Yue's fifth wife also jumped out: "Yue Qingqing, today is the day when His Highness the Second Prince hired Sister Ying. Are you here to make trouble on purpose, right?"

"It must be. Who doesn't know that this trash is obsessed with the second prince, and doesn't look at her stupidity. It's not enough to lick His Highness the Second Prince's toes!"

"Haha, do this trash thinks she can destroy Sister Ying's happy event if she comes today? She dreams in her day without knowing how to be good!"

...

The elders of the Yue family are here, but because Yue Qingqing is a junior, if they say something, they will leave the talk and let those of the same generation as Yue Qingqing insult to insult.

Yue Qingqing didn't answer, and looked at the group of young people who were indignant and spitting out saliva, and she felt funny.

Didn’t the Seventh Elder and Yue Wanying pass on what she said that day?

Finally, the insulting voice became weaker, and Yue Xiaoxuan handed it to Yue Qingqing: "Mom, I have already remembered it!"

"Ask ten slaps in one sentence!" As soon as Yue Qingqing finished speaking, the person disappeared from her seat.

"Papapapapapapapapapapa" slap one after another.

"Ah... Yue Qingqing, you trash dare to hit me..."

"Yue Qingqing, I'm going to kill you, you bitch..."

...

The banquet living room was lively, and everyone understood what Yue Xiaoxuan was remembering. A name with lines underneath. Yue Qingqing slapped the lines above.

"Kill, unite and kill her!" I don't know who shouted, and the juniors of the Yue family all released their mysterious energy, gritted their teeth and stared at Yue gently.

"I want to die? I'll help you!" A bloodthirsty light flashed in Yue Qingqing's eyes. She never held back for those who bullied her.

She clenched her fists, and the crisp sound of air blew up in the banquet living room.

A group of Xuanzhe who had not reached the fifth level of the mysterious person dared to yell and kill her. If she did not show her power at this time, would anyone regard her as a sick cat in the past and step on her if she wanted to?

"The Ninth Level of Xuanzhe!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone present was shocked.

Yue Qingqing is the ninth level of Xuanzhe? She is not a waste of the Yue family’s legitimate daughter, or a ninth level of strong man? Is it going to rain red?

Yue stood there gently and straight, her chin slightly raised, looking at the people around her with mocking, holding Miss Yue's sixth in her hand...

"Um... let go... let me go..." Yue Wanjing's feet gradually left the ground, and her face turned red because of difficulty in breathing. Her hands kept tapping on the back of Yue Qing's hand. The more she hit, the tighter Yue's five fingers shrank.
Chapter completed!