"Shuang'er, don't be angry." Gongsun Hongyuan gently comforted Murong Yushuang, " Such a waste is not worthy of your anger."

He walked to Murong Yushuang and said softly, "Isn't it easy to take revenge? I'll play with you later when I finish practicing this sword. At that time, you will be fine with whatever you want to take revenge. I will teach you a lesson by myself."

"Yeah, thank you cousin, I knew it was your cousin who loved me." Murong Yushuang said in a coquettish way, and Murong Ningyue had goose bumps all over the floor.

"Hahaha, are you kidding me? What's your name? I think this is a play-off house, and it's almost the same." Murong Ningyue looked at the sword that Gongsun Hongyuan had just refined with contempt and said.

"You..." Gongsun Hongyuan felt angry when he heard this. He was a top-grade weapon refiner and was despised by a peerless waste today. He was so embarrassed that he was thrown into his grandma's house.

"You are just a top-grade spiritual weapon. In this lady, I am just a pile of broken copper and iron. You are called refining weapons, refining your uncle's weapon." Gongsun Hongyuan was about to speak, but was blocked by Murong Ningyue's crackling words.

After hearing this, Gongsun Hongyuan's face, which was originally pretty, was so angry that Murong Ningyue was so angry that the blue veins on his forehead were agitated, which showed that he was very angry.

"What did you say, a dead trash?"

"You bitch are looking for death, right? You dare to insult Gongsun Gongsun."

"I have no knowledge of the waste, come out and embarrass the Murong family..."

"I don't know how rich the world is, why don't you make one to make one look..."

Sure enough, the power of idols is very great. Murong Ningyue said a few words and was bombarded by the surrounding Gongsun fans.

Murong Ningyue looked at everyone in front of her proudly and said disdainfully: "If you ask me to practice, I will practice? What are you?"

"You waste, you must be impossible to refine weapons. Why are you still installing big heads of garlic..."

"That's right, you think that the sacred thing about refining weapons is something you can refine as long as you want. Even idiots know that refining weapons requires special fire of creatures. How could you, a waste, have that kind of thing..."

"Oh, don't say anything..."

"That's right, what's the use of saying these? You don't know that she is a waste. She can't cultivate spiritual power since she was a child. This is the most useless person in the capital. She will never be able to touch these in her life..."

"Yes, I'll explain why this trash is doing, but looking at her, she won't have any prospects..."

"What a bunch of idiots!" Murong Ningyue snorted coldly.

"Yo! Why is it so lively?"

In the tense atmosphere, a gentle man's voice suddenly sounded, and everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of the people.

The young man was dressed in white, with fair face, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, tall nose, and beautiful lips outlined a perfect curve because of his faint smile. He was wearing a snow-white robe and elegant temperament. He seemed to be an immortal walking out of the painting.

"Wow, it's Marquis Helian!"

"Ahhhh, so handsome!"

"I didn't expect to see Marquis Helian here today. I'm so lucky!"

"It is said that Marquis Helian is fifteen years old now, and he is already a spiritual scholar..."

Looking at the handsome man walking over, Murong Ningyue raised her eyebrows. What kind of marquis looks pretty good? No wonder she can make these people confused.
Chapter completed!