Chapter 4302
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Gu San dared to frown at her, his current Master, in front of outsiders.
This was enough for her to have an excuse to kill Gu San.
Even when others mentioned this matter.
They would only say that she was helping the Gu residence to clean up the house.
After all, as a secret guard, going against one's superior was a capital offense.
By then, even if the Barbaric Blood Bone King asked, she would have an explanation.
Surely she couldn't just kill someone else's man for no reason.
On the other side, the crowd who had retracted their gazes, after they had done their subconscious actions, regained their senses and couldn't help but gave themselves a tight slap.
How could they possibly be afraid of a young lass?
How could they possibly meet a young lass's gaze and be scared to this state?
Ren family's Old Man's face sunk, as the hand which was hanging on the wooden chair, clenched into a fist shape, "Since Eldest Young Miss's private matter has been settled, now …. isn't it our turn, to settle our accounts?"
Ye Qing Luo found a comfortable position to lean against, as one hand propped up her chin, as she squinted at Ren family's Old Man with a smile which didn't look like a smile, "Accounts? I have no accounts to settle with your Ren family. "
Not waiting for those people to open their mouths, Ye Qing Luo had already lazily raised her hand.
Her jade-like finger, slowly raised up one finger, "Number one, Second Young Master Ren took the initiative to receive my poison. He is a cultivator, and I am just an ordinary person, my speed of withdrawing the poison, is not as fast as his, so …. him being poisoned, is his own fault, what has it got to do with me?"
Following that, her gaze directly swept past the stiff Ren family's Old Man, as she looked towards the other middle aged men.
The second finger was raised, "Number two, the battle pet battle, was suggested by Princess, the one who smashed your Young Master to death is also Princess's battle pet, what has it got to do with me, and what has it got to do with my little battle pet? Haven't you seen your Young Master's corpse? Do you think with my little battle pet's size, it can smash your Young Master into minced meat? "
The middle aged men were choked till they couldn't say a single word.
Ye Qing Luo rolled her eyes, with a look of disdain, "A bunch of retards, trying to find someone to take the blame, don't use your brains."
The middle aged men, "…." This young lady's mouth, really couldn't say anything good.
Someone wanted to open his mouth to refute Ye Qing Luo.
But the minute he recalled Ye Qing Luo's indifferent expression earlier, directly asking Miss Yun to drag that secret guard down and execute the punishment of dismemberment, the words that were about to come out from his mouth, were swallowed back unfathomably.
The atmosphere in the hall immediately fell into a strange silence.
A few breaths later.
Gong Xiazhu suddenly raised his head with a livid and hideous expression. His eyes were filled with intense disgust and hatred.
"Every single word of Eldest Miss is trying to clear her name of responsibility. But … Eldest Miss, have you forgotten that there were at least a hundred onlookers that day?
If there were only one or two people who believed that this matter had nothing to do with you, we wouldn't have come to you today.
But if over a hundred spectators all think that you should take responsibility for what happened that day, then … this proves that whether it is the Ren family or the Zhao and Li families, you have an undeniable responsibility. "
Gong Xiazhu said and stood up excitedly.
"It's a fact that Brother Ming was poisoned, and it's also a fact that he almost fainted from the poison!"
"Xiong Batian smashed the Zhao and Li families' Young Master because your battle pet used its beast power to flip Xiong Batian, causing Xiong Batian to lose his balance!"
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