Bai Yuyue suddenly stepped back and walked into the hall.
"I, Su Yongxu, have always been upright. I said that I look down on Cang Xiyao, and I have no personal relationship with him at all! Whether you believe it or not, I am worthy of God and worthy of the earth, and everything can be revealed.
Yue, you have a clear conscience!"
"Hahaha, what a 'clear conscience'!" Mu Yuntian said sternly.
"I really underestimated you! It seems like you won't bow your head if I don't show you something!" He said, snatching the whip from Mei Siyu's hand, and was about to take action.
Bai Yuyue calmly looked at the whip in his hand and said with a smile: "Mu Yuntian, I read that right, you are indeed a coward!"
"You!—" Mu Yuntian whipped the whip violently and threw it at her right arm.
"Crack!——"
Bai Yuyue's eyebrows furrowed fiercely, her clothes were torn, and there was another shocking whip mark on her right hand.
However, she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
"Do you know it hurts? Huh! I'm going to torture you to death!" Mu Yuntian's eyebrows twitched, and his face was full of bloodthirsty happiness.
"Do you want to know the situation of Bai Yuyue?"
Suddenly, she said this quietly.
Mu Yuntian's smile suddenly stopped, and his expression became slightly serious.
"I tell you, she is still alive, but she can be considered dead. Her life is very miserable, very miserable!"
Bai Yuyue raised her head and faced Mu Yuntian face to face, with a strange smile on her face.
"She was tortured to death by the one who loved her!"
"You want to pretend to be a ghost again? To deceive this king's sympathy?" Mu Yuntian's face turned cold.
Compassion, hum!...
"I know her, so I can recognize her face the first time I see the mural. Do you believe it?"
Here we go again, laughing again!
But this smile revealed a touch of certainty in the weirdness.