"Sure enough, if the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, the son is an animal, so I must be inferior to an animal?"
The entire living room fell into a deathly silence.
Even the crying of the eldest lady stopped.
Ning Hai and other servants of the Ning family looked at Muyan and Ning Zongxiang in shock, not daring to show their anger.
Ning Zongxiang's face changed from gentle and pampering, to a little distorted, to ferocious embarrassment and anger, "You, have the guts to say it again!"
"Say it again? Which sentence did you say? That you are a shameless fat pig like your son? Or that you are not as good as an animal?" Muyan smiled half-smile, "I can say whatever sentence you want to hear. Listen to it."
"Bitch, you are courting death!!"
Ning Zongxiang finally couldn't help it, the spiritual power in his hand suddenly condensed into a fireball, and attacked Muyan viciously.
This move is the Ning family's Raging Flame Fist, and Ning Yuqing has also used it before.
However, compared to the embroidered pillow of Ning Yuqing's Raging Flame Fist, Ning Zongxiang's Raging Flame Fist is a real burning flame, unstoppable.
The speed of Muyan's retreat is already very fast.
Immediately, he also used water spirit power to block the fire attack.
But the water spirit power she condensed was instantly evaporated by the flames.
And her clothes and hair were also burned to some extent by the flames.
"Miss!!" Wei Zi screamed and wanted to rush over, but Ning Hai ordered someone to grab her.
Wei Zi cried, "Miss, are you alright?"
At the same time, dozens of elites from the Ning family rushed in from outside and surrounded Muyan.
Each of these people's cultivation base is above the eighth level of body forging, and even a few leaders have reached the third level of Bigu.
Muyan glanced at the burnt holes in her clothes, then stroked her hair, and looked at Ning Zongxiang expressionlessly.
But Ning Zongxiang had already calmed down at this time.
The ferocious anger on his face faded away, and he put on his superior calm again.
"Jun Muyan, your cultivation talent is indeed top-notch, but if you want to fight against me, it's just like a fly shaking a tree, and you don't even have the slightest chance of winning."
"What's more, this is my Ning family, and there are my people inside and out. Do you think you can escape if you disobey me?"
Muyan slowly tore off the burnt bits from her hair, then looked at Ning Zongxiang and said, "You want to keep me, not just marry me as the Seventh Lady?"
Ning Zongxiang's pupils shrank for a while.
Muyan laughed lightly, flipped her hand, and an inconspicuous old guqin appeared in her hand.
"Want my violin?"
Seeing this piano appear out of thin air, Ning Zongxiang's eyes were filled with flames.
Yes, after learning that his son-in-law had been killed, Ning Zongxiang was extremely angry and wanted to tear the murderer into pieces.
In Ning Zongxiang's eyes, Ning Yuqing was just a stupid pig, but after all he was his own son with good talent.
Ning Zongxiang spent a lot of resources to train Ning Yuqing and planned to send him to participate in the selection of the sect.
If he could enter a great sect like Li Huo Sect, the Ning family might be able to rise to another level.
Unexpectedly, the son he had finally cultivated was killed by a woman.
How could Ning Zongxiang not hate this
However, soon, he heard the narration of the surviving guards in Tianxiang Tower.
That woman's cultivation was only at the ninth level of body forging, but she was able to beat them guards and Mr. Ning, who was at the seventh level of Bigu, to the point where she was powerless to fight back.
The reason is that she has a mysterious guqin in her hand.