Chapter 1345
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"What? Does the Lord Left Emissary not trust me? " Wen Ya curled the corners of her lips. "Once we've dealt with the Murong family matter, I will give you an unscathed Wen Yue. If she's even the slightest bit injured, you can do whatever you want with my life."
The Left Emissary did not say much. After a long pause, he slowly replied, "I'm relieved to hear that. I'll send my men to deal with the Murong family matter now. If there's nothing else, you may leave this place."
Wen Ya's face lit up with a smile. She took one last look at the Left Emissary before she turned around and walked out of the room.
The moment she turned around, her peerlessly beautiful face turned cold in an instant.
Of course, she would give him an unscathed Wen Yue because the torture she had inflicted on Wen Yue was not on the surface. What could this silly boy possibly see?
However, the Secret Order's Left Emissary's intelligence was only so-so.
He would always be the one who had been used by others yet he would still help them earn money...
...
At the Murong family home.
An old man sat on a wooden chair in a simple yet elegant study that was filled with the faint scent of books. He was engrossed in the book in his hand. Just at this moment, a heart-wrenching wail rang out from outside the door. It was getting closer and closer, causing him to frown involuntarily.
However, he soon relaxed his brows and raised his head to look at the woman who was rushing towards him from outside the door.
The woman was dressed in light green robes with disheveled hair and a dirty face. She looked like she had just crawled out from a pile of beggars as she charged towards Murong Yang. A group of Murong family disciples followed closely behind her. All of them had their heads lowered and were silent. They did not even dare to raise their heads.
Murong Yang's heart thumped at the sight of this. Before Murong Qian could reach him, he gently comforted her.
"Xiao Qian, did you fail the assessment? It's alright, it doesn't matter even if you can't enter the Secret Order. Grandfather was worried about you anyway. "
"Grandfather!"
Murong Qian threw herself into Murong Yang's arms and cried miserably. As she had cried all the way back, her voice had turned hoarse and was even more unpleasant to the ears than a crow's caw.
"Xiao Qian..."
Murong Yang was just about to stroke Murong Qian's head when the wailing woman suddenly raised her head...
When Murong Yang saw the obvious scar on her face, he was so shocked that he almost fell off his chair.
At this moment, Murong Qian's face was stained with dried blood. Her large, red, bell-like eyes were filled with hatred and she looked like a living lunatic. She no longer looked as pretty and alluring as she used to be.
"Who?"
Murong Yang came back to his senses and stood up angrily. He slammed his palm on the table, "Who hurt you like this? Who is it? "
"Grandpa, it's 温雅!" Murong Qian gritted her teeth hatefully. "It was the Wen family who had stolen my Spirit Gathering Pill. However, before I could settle the score with the Wen family, Wen Ya had hurt me in order to protect the Wen family disciples. Grandfather, you must uphold justice for me!"
Murong Qian sobbed miserably but the venomous hatred in her eyes did not diminish at all. Instead, it increased in intensity.
She did not mention that she was the one who had attacked the Wen family disciples first. Instead, she pushed all the blame onto Wen Ya.
"Wen family? Hahaha! "
Murong Yang laughed in spite of his extreme anger, "How dare the Wen family hurt my precious granddaughter! Guards, prepare the troops. I'm going to flatten the damned Wen family now! "
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