323: C323 What's the Good of Being Merciful

C323 What's the Good of Being Merciful

Old Granny Fang had also become smarter, and no longer went straight to the point.

She was waiting downstairs, and when Jiang Zixuan came he immediately told him if he wasn't at home.

If Jiang Zixuan discovered this by the time they did, he would have long since left.

Old Granny Fang's gaze towards Ye Zichen also became more malicious.

Under such a strange atmosphere, it would soon be Friday and if they were to participate in the selection tomorrow, it would be Jie Qing's turn.

After breakfast early in the morning, if you want to go back to your room and see what you're going to wear to the selection tomorrow.

"How about this dress?" If Ye Zichen lifted up his skirt and compared it to his own body, Xiao Yue would slap him.

Xiao Yue nodded.

If he changed it to another one and asked again, he would have to nod his head no matter what after a few tries.

If: '...' Too worrisome.

There was a knock on the door.

Xiao Yue answered the door.

A servant, Ah Yi, who was standing outside the door whispered, "Miss Guo, there's a courier outside asking you to sign for it."

If he was slightly stunned.

She hadn't bought online recently, so how could she get a express delivery …

He put down his clothes and was about to go down.

Xiao Yue reached out her hand to stop him, "I'll go."

If he knew that she wanted to ensure the safety of the package, he didn't refuse.

Xiao Yue followed Ah Yi downstairs.

If she continued to choose clothes in the room, most of her clothes had been bought with Ru Yi.

It was very fashionable, but there were also very few fabrics, so it was not suitable for her to be a student.

She didn't like it either, so she wore less.

Some didn't even hang up.

Other than that, all that was left in the closet were the school uniform and the home uniform.

If she had a headache, she would have to go out and buy some new clothes.

There was another knock at the door.

If you think Xiao Yue is back, walk over naturally and open the door.

Before she could clearly see the situation outside the door, a long ruler was thrown straight at her face.

If he subconsciously dodged to the side as fast as he could.

But the doorway was too small, the incident too sudden, and the ruler still streaked across her face, creating a long, bloody wound!

"I'll kill you, you fox spirit!" Old Lady Fang raised her ruler and prepared to land a second hit!1

If her eyes shone with a ruthless killing intent, she would grab Old Lady Fang's wrist with force.

Old Granny Fang was in so much pain that the ruler in her hand had already fallen to the ground.

If she were to slowly raise her hand, old lady Fang would be lifted up into the air with her legs hanging in mid-air.

Old Lady Fang screamed out in fright, her legs kicking wildly as she reached out with her hands to grab at Ru Ru's hand, "What if!?" What are you doing! Are you crazy! "

Hearing this, if one wanted to go crazy with laughter!

She must be crazy to let her strike down with her ruler!

What's so good about being kind!

He should have let this old man roll down the stairs!

Old Lady Fang's cry for help brought over the servants who were working.

When everyone saw this scene, they were so frightened that they froze on the spot. For a moment, no one dared to go up and save old lady Fang.

When Fang Jin heard the noise, she also rushed over. She was stunned by the scene and subconsciously rushed over.

If he didn't even blink, he would use his empty hands to fan away the oncoming Fang Jin.

Fang Jin was knocked to the ground, covering her painful face, secretly shocked.

She had never seen anything like this before.

An ice-cold aura burst forth from his body, causing him to be frighteningly cold.

Old Lady Fang was so frightened that she rolled her eyes.

Fang Jin threw herself at Lu and hugged her leg, crying, "If! You... What are you doing! Let go! Let go! "

If she were to look coldly at Fang Jin who was on the ground, her cherry lips would form a cold arc.

"I just don't understand. What do you guys take me for?" If he said softly, "Can you call him a fool who doesn't fight back?"

The voice was as soft as music, but it was singing the song of hell!

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