You act stupid and I act crazy, let's be ancestors together

"Your words are so foul, there must be a toilet in your kitchen!"

Jiang Si looked coldly at the person in front of her. It was rare that he was so kind as to let her go, but he still dared to come to her house. Did she look so easy to talk to?

Facing Jiang Si's ridicule, Murong Yue did not say anything. Did she not want to say anything?

No, she was just frightened.

"Princess, are you okay?" The little maidservant beside Murong Yue saw Prince Duan following behind her and quickly jumped out to care for her young lady.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this little maid was afraid of death. Although she said caring words, she hid behind Murong Yue. Even if Jiang Si threw another knife at her, she would not be able to hurt her at all.

"It's your young lady's blessing to have you." Zhang Xiaoxi looked at the little girl behind Murong Yue, his eyes full of sarcasm.

If she hadn't called the guards and said that her sister-in-law was an assassin, her sister-in-law might not have been so angry.

Murong Yue is so stupid and easily instigated that she must have done many things to offend others in her daily life.

Although the maid was a little confused by Zhang Xiaoxi's inexplicable compliments, she knew from the sarcastic expression on her face that it was not a nice thing to say.

"My princess is worth a lot of money. Even if you know King Zhenbei, you can't hurt her at will."

The little maid hid behind Murong Yue and threatened her in a timid manner, with her voice trembling when she spoke.

"You have a grudge against her, right? Saying this now, are you hoping she'll die soon?"

After drinking a cup of tea, Ye Zhiming looked up and down at the maid behind Murong Yue with suspicion.

Ye Zhiming's voice was like a switch, instantly bringing Murong Yue back to her senses.

Looking at Ye Zhiming's handsome face, Murong Yue's nose turned red and her eyes became sore, and she looked like she was about to cry.

"Brother Ming, you..." Murong Yue's voice softened and she looked at Ye Zhiming with tears in her eyes, as if she was looking at a heartless man.

The soft and sticky sound made Ye Zhiming's hair stand on end. He trembled all over, covered his head with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to the front, "Shut up, why are you looking at me? I'm not your father, I won't clean up your mess."

As soon as Ye Zhiming said this, Murong Yue, who was originally just sobbing, burst into tears.

Not knowing what was wrong with her, Murong Yue suddenly took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Si with resentment.

"Just wait, I won't let you go, you slutty vixen."

After pointing at Jiang Si and cursing him, Murong Yue ran out of the room crying, not daring to delay for a moment. After all, she remembered clearly how ferocious Jiang Si looked when he wanted to kill her.

"What kind of train of thought is this? What does it have to do with me? You can't throw dirty water on me just because I'm pretty, right?" Jiang Si looked at Murong Yue's back as she ran away and shouted at her.

Her distressed look made Fan Tong laugh. His wife was quite narcissistic.

After Murong Yue left, Murong Zhenggeng, who had been standing at the door watching the show for a long time, finally attracted the attention of several people in the room.

Seeing their eyes looking towards him, Murong Zhenggeng took Jiang Si's flying knife from the guard.

"I didn't expect that Madam Fan would know martial arts. This really surprised me."

"Oh, I know a lot, some of which are surprises you don't know about." Jiang Si responded casually. How come we just got rid of one plague god and here comes another one? It's endless and annoying.

"Really? Then I am really looking forward to it!"

Murong Zhenggeng said this and strode into the room. Just as he was about to sit down on the stool directly opposite Jiang Si, a long leg stretched out from the side.

"Ouch, my foot hurts so much, I don't know if the skin is burned." Ye Zhiming put his leg on the stool, supported his leg and called out nonchalantly.

Looking at the leg that was blocking him from sitting down, Murong Zhenggeng endured it, because he was the son of General Ye Zhanpeng.

Murong Zhenggeng's attention was completely focused on Ye Zhiming at the moment, and he didn't notice at all that a pair of fiery eyes were staring at him diagonally opposite him.

The person who wanted to kick Murong Zhenggeng out was Fan Tong, a jerk. It was obvious from his eyes that he was another person who coveted the beauty of his wife.

"Your Highness wants to see a surprise. I also have many surprises that Your Highness doesn't know about!" Fan Tong suddenly stood up, smiling naively.

Although Murong Zhenggeng didn't want to pay attention to this fool, he cared about his reputation and wanted to leave a good impression in front of Ye Zhiming and Tingfeng, so he smiled and replied, "Really? I didn't expect Master Fan to be so talented!"

"Why don't I perform for the prince now!" Fan Tong said, and without waiting for Murong Zhenggeng to answer, he ran towards him happily, and then lifted him above his head with both hands.

Murong Zhenggeng was so frightened that he screamed repeatedly, "Uh, what are you talking about? Someone, come quickly, save me."

When Prince Duan's guards standing outside the door heard this, they rushed in.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoxi and Ye Zhiming immediately stepped forward, blocking the two guards who were rushing up from the left and right.

"What do you think, Prince? Am I very powerful? Am I very strong?" Fan Tong spoke excitedly while holding Prince Duan.

When Prince Duan heard the silly voice, he finally realized that the person who lifted him up was a fool, so he suppressed his fear and tried to slow down his tone to coax him, "Great, great, put me down first."

"What? Not powerful?" Fan Tong exclaimed with grievance, and then secretly exerted his strength, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have something even more powerful, the Invincible Wind Fire Wheel."

After saying that, Fan Tong used both hands alternately to turn Murong Zhenggeng around like a tool.

The occasional feeling of weightlessness when rising into the air made Prince Duan feel like he was in the clouds, as if he saw his grandmother coming to pick him up.

"Stop, no, stop, stop now."

Murong Zhenggeng's voice came intermittently from above his head, and Fan Tong's hearing loss attacked again.

"What? Don't stop, okay."

After saying this, Fan Tong quickened his movements, spinning Murong Zhenggeng faster and faster like a stick.

In a trance, Murong Zhenggeng heard Fan Tong's words, and his already bad face became even paler with fright.

"No, it's too fast. I can't bear it any longer. Put me down now."

After just two rounds, Prince Duan couldn't help but scream. At this moment, a deep feeling of powerlessness spread in his heart.

It would have been fine if Murong Zhenggeng didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, Fan Tong's hearing loss started again, "Ah, why don't you hurry up?"

Then, Fan Tong speeded up his movements again.

At this moment, Murong Zhenggeng was unable to speak. He saw stars and saw the King of Hell waving at him.

Seeing Murong Zhenggeng's miserable condition, Jiang Si and the other three had undisguised smiles on their faces. After all, it was supposed to be a talent show, and it would be unreasonable not to laugh at such a wonderful trick.

Compared to their gloating, outside the house, Prince Duan's guards were terrified, but helpless. The two men who stopped them were so powerful that they could even watch the show while fighting with them. They couldn't save them even if they wanted to.

Seeing a stream of turbid liquid flowing out of the corner of Murong Zhenggeng's mouth, Jiang Si hurriedly coughed to remind Fan Tong.

Although Fan Tong didn't know why his wife reminded him, he obeyed and immediately turned over and threw Murong Zhenggeng out of the door.