69: Throw A Tantrum

Throw A Tantrum

This time, Elderly Lady Qiao had come prepared. Not only did she bring four or five old stocky women, but she also brought two grandnephews from her parent's family who knew some middling kungfu. 1

The two grandnephews were around 14 to 15 years old. As soon as they heard the elderly lady's order, they impulsively charged forward. One of them reached for Qiao Mu with his arms while the other swept his legs toward Qiao Mu's legs.

However, in the eyes of Qiao Mu, such a slow speed was akin to a snail crawling. Yet, they wanted to hit her? How absurd!

Qiao Mu instantly escaped their encirclement with a dodge and retaliated with two giant slaps to their faces.

This little "vermin" was hitting them to show her!

Witnessing this scene, Elderly Lady Qiao nearly vomited blood. She felt like those giant slaps were hitting her own face, causing her pride to be flushed down the drain.

"You still won't stop?" Qiao Mu frostily looked at Elderly Lady Qiao's grandnephews. The coldness in her gaze sent the youths involuntarily shivering from the chill.

"You two aren't my match," Qiao Mu calmly stated the truth. She was truly uninterested in bullying two normal martial artists without any mystic energy. These people might have an advantage over weak and feeble commoners, but they were nothing in the face of mystic cultivators.

Elderly Lady Qiao's two grandnephews were not too dumb and did not dare to rebut Qiao Mu's words. They dejectedly returned to Elderly Lady Qiao's side.

Seeing that no one could seize Qiao Mu, Elderly Lady Qiao angrily sat down on the ground and started throwing a tantrum while wailing about how her offsprings were sinners and degenerates and so on and how she could not live on any longer…

Xu Jiao raised her handkerchief to wipe her mouth and looked away, secretly expressing her disdain for the elderly lady in her eyes.

Qiao Mu coldly glanced at the old woman putting on a wondrous show and directly circumvented her to walk to her room's door. As she pushed open the door, she turned to look at Elderly Lady Qiao derisively and frostily said, "If you can't live, then go die. An old b*tch like you would be a mere waste of food if left alive. If you truly want to die, then please find a sturdier pillar and slam your head into it. This show of yours is a waste of energy and a waste of time AND you won't die in the end, who are you putting it on for? Your acting skills are so awful despite the fact that you have a crowd cooperating with you, it's truly a feat."

Everyone looked at her, flabbergasted! Even Elderly Lady Qiao stopped her screaming and kicking to foolishly look at this cold-faced child.

Were these venomous and acerbic words really spoken by a child?

"Qiao Mu, how can you speak to Grandmother like that!" Her father, Qiao Zhongbang's, furious shout came from the courtyard's entrance.

Qiao Mu coolly glanced toward him before stepping into the room and slamming the door shut with a bang in front of everyone's faces.

"Son, Mother really can't live on anymore." After being broken for about three seconds, Elderly Lady Qiao resumed her tantrum after seeing Qiao Zhongbang and continued slapping her thigh and howling at the top of her lungs, tears streaking down her face and looking like she had some great bitterness.

"Qiaoqiao! Qiaoqiao has returned." Having heard that her child had come home, Wei Ziqin had rushed back. She did not even look at her mother-in-law before bounding toward her daughter's room.

Qiao Mu had just wiped her face when she heard her mother's call. She quickly opened the door and was enveloped in her mother's warm arms.

Wei Ziqin picked Qiao Mu up on the spot and both anxiously and angrily asked, "Where did you run off to for one whole day, child? You made your father and I run all over and search for you!"

"Mother, aren't I back now?" As an adult, how could Qiao Mu be used to her mother embracing her? She swiftly wiggled a few times and slid to the ground before tugging on a corner of her mother's clothes. "Mother, let's go inside and talk."

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