The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Mu Changying entered the hall.

The room was pitch black, and the dim lights shone on the ground, making the surrounding atmosphere gloomy and cold.

A man in a windbreaker sits on a chair headed by him. He wears a mask so that people can't see his real face clearly.

He held a goblet in his hand, shaking it carelessly.

Mu Changying walked slowly to a chair beside him and sat down, remaining silent.

The enemy does not move, I do not move, it is not wise to speak rashly without knowing the details of the other party.

The door owner took a sip of the red wine and gently put the goblet on the table, "Fu Yue, how are things going?"

Judging by the sound alone, this man is about forty years old.

"Boom—"

Mu Changying got up from his seat and knelt on the ground without hesitation.

She lowered her head, straightened her back, and said in a resounding and forceful voice, "Master, this subordinate has neglected his duties and is ashamed of his trust in the master."

"oh?"

The door master narrowed his eyes, and there was a dangerous coldness in his eyes.

Mu Changying's heart shuddered at the ice-cold gaze, and her fear towards the head of the Tianyin Sect rose sharply, and she dared not underestimate him.

"Although my subordinates didn't get the vaccine information, they severely injured Mu Changying, the genius doctor of Changning. She has been injured and hospitalized, and she is in critical condition."

When the head of the Tianyin Sect heard this, the chill surrounding him subsided a little.

Mu Changying?

Rong Mansion?

Oh, it's the little wife of the famous Second Master Rong.

The dark light in his eyes kept flickering, he rubbed his fingers lightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Such a weak woman is also worthy of being the mistress of the Rong family?

He looked at the woman kneeling on the ground, "Fu Yue, get up, since the task has failed, then go to the execution hall to receive the punishment."

Mu Changying stood up, adjusted her mood, and said respectfully, "Thank you, Master."

After speaking, he turned and prepared to leave. A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind, "You have to remember, Tianyin Gate does not raise waste."

One failure is nothing, but if it happens again and again, there is no need for it to exist.

Mu Changying's footsteps paused, "Yes, this subordinate understands that next time I will definitely live up to the sect master's expectations."

After speaking, walk out of the hall.

The person guarding the door seemed to have received instructions from the door master, and led her towards the execution hall.

When he came to a remote place, he bowed, "Master Fu Yue, please go in."

He won't go in this damn place.

Standing outside, Mu Changying clearly smelled a strong smell of blood.

Frowning quietly, he raised his foot and walked inside.

As soon as he walked in, a strange voice sounded in his ears.

"Hey, isn't this Master Fu Yue who has never been defeated? Why did you come to the punishment hall? Did you go to the wrong place?"

Looking up, he saw a tall and thin man holding a whip in his hand, with his hands folded around his chest, staring at Mu Changying with a half-smile.

Frowning impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and execute the punishment."

Seeing that she was showing signs of anger, Kui Qing did not dare to continue provoking.

Fu Yue, a woman with a bad temper, would beat him to death if she got angry.

"Move, how could he not be punished? Being able to serve Master Fu Yue is a blessing that many people can't wish for."

Holding the whip, he walked behind Mu Changying step by step.

He glanced at the whip in his hand inadvertently, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

Heh, this whip has a strong bloody smell, and it smells like medicine.

It must be soaked in special medicinal materials, and the pain will be magnified countless times when it is smoked.

Mu Changying frowned, "Hawk."