Hearing this loud shout, Murong Ling, who was already a little frowning, immediately became happy. She came out from behind Murong Yuan and rushed to the door. At this time, Yang Yang happened to appear at the door.

"Yang Yang, why are you here?" Murong Ling's face was full of curiosity. She believed that as long as he was there, she would not need to worry about anything and all problems could be solved.

Yang Yang smiled, ignored everyone in the hall, and shaved her Xiu Xiao’s nose intimately: “If I don’t come again, my future wife will be suppressed by bandits to be the wife of the village. And the most terrible thing is that the eleventh wife of the village is the wife of the village. On top of her, there are ten imperial ladies of the palace. In the future, she will wash clothes, bed sheets, quilts, etc., and she will be bullied to death!”

His teasing sound seemed very quiet, but it ran through the entire hall.

Everyone in the hall was not stupid, they all knew what he said. Almost everyone changed their faces after hearing this, especially Murong Yuan, Murong Haoping, Duan Zhi and others.

Murong Ling is usually their pearl in their hands. Now, Feng Wuling from the Feng family of the ancient martial arts world came to propose marriage and actually asked her to be his eleventh little wife! How could this be tolerated? How could Murong Yuan and others remain unchanged?

Even if the Liu family in the capital is powerful, and the ancient martial arts world is awesome, so what if it is?

However, there were still people in the hall with the faces of the unchanged expression and gloating. Of course, this person was Murong Haojun and his son.

Murong Wenming had a smile on his face and thought to himself: "No, you must not let Yang Yang ruin this marriage. If that bitch Murong Ling left, then my father could regain the power of the Murong family. By then, I, Murong Wenming, can live a good life. But Murong Ling deserves it. Wouldn't it be done if we marry Mr. Feng long ago? As for now, we will become someone's eleventh little wife!"

In the eyes of Murong Haojun and his son, this is completely what Murong Ling deserves to ask for.

Murong Wenming thought this way and knew that his father was inconvenient to take action, so he scolded: "Rareless, Yang Yang, you think this is your home. This is our Murong Villa. You are not from our Murong Villa. There is no place for you here. Get out of here."

Murong Wenming looked very much like a rich young man. But he didn't notice it, and he was completely unconfident when he said this.

Yang Yang and Murong Ling had not spoken yet, and Murong Yuan scolded, "Wen Ming, shut up. Stand honestly, don't talk when you don't let you speak. Is it your turn to speak here? Or do you think I'm dead, and the Murong family's turn to speak."

Murong Yuan's words were extremely heavy, and Murong Wenming and Murong Haojun were so scared that they knelt down and apologized.

"Hmph, stay there, if there is another time... Humph, Haojun, take care of your son." Even with two outsiders Liu Mo and Feng Wuling, Murong Yuan was not slandering at all.

"It makes both of you laugh."

"Haha... The Murong family leader is really good at managing the family. No wonder my grandfather always gives a thumbs up every time when talking about the Murong family leader, saying that the person he admires most in his life is the Murong family leader." Liu Mo was still the one who spoke, and as for Feng Wuling, he sat there and drank tea quietly.

Even when Yang Yang was talking just now, he looked at Yang Yang.

Yang Yang snorted coldly, but did not answer, but watched Liu Mo walk out of the hall of Murong's family coldly.

Although he wants to take action, he will not take action at Murong Villa!
Chapter completed!