No wonder the little girl knew so much about Murong Qian's death.

It turns out it's because of this thing.

The ultimate holy weapon refined by a super blacksmith.

It's normal to send a message or something at a critical moment.

They were extremely curious about the master she spoke of.

It must not be easy to take out two top-grade holy weapons at the same time.

Mu Qianqian's hand moved towards Murong Qianyue's second finger again.

Pulling hard, the bones in the hands crackle...

Mo Ling'er gritted her teeth when she saw it!

In her opinion, these punishments are too light!

This woman has no conscience, just cracking her fingers is not enough!

She should be punished ten times a hundred times!

Mu Zixiao and others were extremely silent...

There is no sympathy, no pity, and no intolerance...

After learning that Murong Qianyue was actually a puppet of the demon clan, the old friendship between teachers and sects was gone.

Just happy!

Fortunately, her hidden identity was discovered in time.

Otherwise, no one knows who the next victim will be?

She dared to harm her and her eldest sister.

Once your own interests are involved, you will definitely attack again without mercy!

One stick, two sticks, three sticks...

Mu Qianqian was serious and focused.

The twisted pain on Murong Qianyue's face fell into her eyes, which only slightly comforted her once painful and despairing self.

The more ruthlessly she attacks herself, the more decisive she becomes!

I once protected her and believed in her, but all the best in the clan was surrendered.

In the end, it just feeds a white-eyed wolf!

today.

Pay it back bit by bit!

Pull out the last finger.

Mu Qianqian's eyes fell on Murong Qianyue's face that was too ugly to look directly at.

Doesn’t she enjoy peeling off people’s skin?
Chapter completed!