Chapter 9: Who is afraid of who?

One, two, three... thirty-seven.
Slightly frowning, she only heard the footsteps of thirty-seven people, while the purple man said that there were forty-five and eight others, she could not hear.
This only shows that these eight people are much higher than her.
Slowly open your eyes, and the slipped through the soft blade.
"Small beasts, dare to marry sister..." The loud noise of the exposure came and a group of people rushed in.
In the eyebrows, the color of the cold chestnut flashed, and the hand that slid over the blade of the sword flicked, and the soft sword immediately made a squeaking sound, which was extremely sharp.
The silvery light is as cold as the cold moon in the sun.
Murong Gang, who rushed in, saw this step and stood still, watching the independence in the courtyard, holding the sword waiting for their moon, the calmness and excitement of the whole body, making people almost dare not look at it. This month...
"Five uncles, who is the beast? I am Murong Yuyue is your third brother, my daughter, is it, I am a three-room, a child in the eyes of Wu Shu?" gently licking his head, whispering a quiet voice The gentle words drifted through the wind, just falling into the step, her relatives, Murong Yi’s ears.
It seems to be mild, but it is extremely sharp.
Murong Yi could not help but frown.
Murong just frowned at the same time, and his mouth was so strong that he immediately sighed: "The third brother is the talent of the tiger, the etiquette, you can't do anything like a sister, if you make such a hot, intimate family. That is not the family of our Murong House, that is, the animals are not as good as they are."
"Yes, you are a hot poisonous woman. My daughter has no innocence with you. You actually beat her and hurt. I also abolished her wrist. I couldn’t practice martial arts for a lifetime. Since then, I have become a waste person. Can not be so vicious people, I Du Yuanru can not spare you." Murong Qiu's mother blood red eyes, can not wait to eat the moon's flesh, drank her blood.
The faint gaze of Haoyue sweeps over the people who come, there are old and young, many don’t know, or grow up, and they don’t know each other. However, this is no big deal.
Slowly raising the soft sword in his hand, looking up at the five uncles and five sorrows of the angry and sorrowful eyes, the cold little bit of a head: "Well, no envy and no enmity, my Murong Yuyue is unique here for eight years. I have never gone out one step. May I ask the five uncles and five sisters, where did I rush to Murong Qiu’s hand? Where did I beat her?

A sound fell, and there was a brief silence on the scene.
Murong has lived here for a long time. He never went out. If there is no such thing happening today, they almost can’t remember that there is a Murong family here.