Chapter 172 Wulin Misleading Stories 42

The question was thrown to Jiang Manman. At this moment, whether she agreed or not, this dream wedding of hers would become a joke among the guests.

Jiang Manman really wanted to have a knife in her hand so that she could kill the hypocrite in front of her who was pretending to be affectionate. This man was obviously aroused by his cousin just now, and now he was looking at her with an expression of deep love. Jiang Manman felt a dull pain in her chest and just wanted to stay away from this pair of dogs. She wished she had never met a scum named Mu Nanxing.

However, she couldn't escape now. She wanted to bravely slam the veil handed to her by Mu Nanxing on this man's thick face, but she had no confidence at all. A few months ago, the two of them crossed the bottom line between men and women and had an actual relationship. After that, they had no scruples and Jiang Manman completely let herself go. Now, she had to taste the consequences of the madness. Could she bear the consequences of being pregnant before marriage?

Jiang Manman, with trembling hands, asked for help from her master beside her, "Master, Master..." Save me, save Manman!

"Hehehe...hahahaha..." Wu Ma Shen suddenly laughed neurotically.

This voice fell into the ears of Jiang Manman who was nearby, making the frightened and angry Jiang Manman even more horrified. Jiang Manman's fingertips trembled as he wanted to call "Master" affectionately as usual, but what the master said next sent Jiang Manman straight to hell.

"Nephew Nanxing, are you enjoying the young prostitute fiancée that your uncle has carefully prepared for you?"

Mu Nanxing didn't understand who the young prostitute his uncle was talking about. His eyes suddenly turned to Feng Wu.

Feng Wu: “???” What an unexpected disaster!

The system's legs trembled as it watched, its blood boiling with excitement. It hummed, "If we talk about playing games, it's you, the cheap master, who knows how to play! From an illicit love between brother and sister to a forbidden love between a man and a prostitute, this kind of person is truly perverted!"

Then, thinking of some horrifying plot, the system speculated suspiciously: "Isn't this person a eunuch?"

Feng Wu: "...Uh, the Wuma God seems to have a beard?"

Everyone's gaze fell on the thick beard of the Wuma God.

The system refused to give up and retorted, "Maybe that beard is fake?"

Everyone remained silent in tacit agreement!

The Wu Ma statue had its laughter points tickled, and the more it laughed, the more maniacally it became. It pointed at the pale Jiang Manman and said, "Your wife-to-be, the future wife of the Young Master of the Huangji Sect, is a young prostitute I bought from a pleasure boat on the Qinhuai River. On the day I bought her, a patron happened to offer ten taels of silver as a defloration fee. Haha, I could have bought her earlier, but a virgin prostitute is thirty taels more expensive than a deflorated one, and I don't want to be taken advantage of. So, how about it? Are you satisfied with the wife I painstakingly prepared for you, my nephew? Hahaha..."

Mu Nanxing pointed at Jiang Manman in disbelief, retreated frantically, and muttered: "Impossible, impossible, clearly, clearly that day, that day..." There was blood on the bed that day!

The Wuma statue seemed to be able to read Mu Nanxing's mind and continued to stab his nephew in the heart. "It seems that you have already enjoyed this whore. The taste must have been wonderful! These girls have been taught the art of serving men by the madams on the pleasure boats since they were young. I'm sure you are very satisfied, nephew?"

Puff, Puff, the furious Mu Nanxing directly contributed two mouthfuls of fresh and hot blood to respond to Wu Ma Shen's heart-piercing question.

Feng Wu was held securely in someone's arms, preventing Wu Ma Shen's crazy words from infecting the person in his arms.

Seeing his son vomiting blood out of anger, Mu Ziweng ruthlessly swung his sword at the Wu Ma Shen who was still laughing.

The two men's martial arts skills are equally matched. The disciples of the two sects looked at each other, not knowing whether to join the battle?

Helian Wuyou hugged Feng Wu's waist and retreated directly into the crowd, fearing that the person in his arms would be implicated. "Little Phoenix, your master might have gone crazy. If he asks you to deal with the Royal Sword Sect later, you must not listen to him. He has no good intentions at all."

"Don't worry, I..." Feng Wu was just about to assure others that he would never resort to words, not violence.

Wu Ma Shen was already exhausted and frantically shouted to the crowd, "Feng'er, come and help me!"

Helian Wuyou immediately hugged the person tightly and said to Wu Ma Shen, "Miss Yu is not a villain who takes advantage of others in distress. Senior Wu Ma, please be careful and deal with it yourself!"

Wu Ma Shen remained unmoved, still maneuvering and waving his men, "Feng'er, Master is no match for that old scoundrel Mu. Feng'er, come and lend a hand. Don't you want to know who wiped out your entire family? It was that sanctimonious hypocrite Mu Ziweng. To obtain your family's peerless sword manual, he colluded with the Xuanyin Sect and, more than twenty years ago, took advantage of your family's wedding banquet to massacre all 106 of your family members..."

"Shut up, you slander me! How can we allow the reputation of our Imperial Sword Sect to be tarnished by your lies? Disciple, listen to my order. All the disciples of the Kuanglang Sword Sect must be killed today without a single one left alive!"

"Hahaha... Old thief Mu, you have a guilty conscience. You want to destroy my Kuanglang Sword Sect? Dream on! Have you forgotten that more than thirty years ago, your father, Mu Tiantong, brought fourteen-year-old you to Jingzhou to kill my entire family, all for a legendary sword manual? Hahaha, your Huangji Sword Sect is a shameless sword sect that has deceived the world and stolen its reputation."

The fear of having all his secrets revealed made Mu Ziweng extremely angry. When Wu Ma Shen was not paying attention, Mu Ziweng's sword pierced through his chest.

Mu Ziweng's eyes were filled with endless murderous intent. He drew out his sword, and streams of bright red instantly gushed out of Wu Ma Shen's chest.

Seeing that their leader was seriously injured, the fellow disciples of the Kuanglang Sword Sect were all filled with shock and anger. They drew their swords and stabbed their former friends fiercely.

The originally festive lobby was suddenly filled with blood flying from arms and legs. Two factions emerged, and everyone else stood and watched from afar. This was a personal grudge between the two factions, and it would be unreasonable for them to help either side.

Feng Wu raised her eyes to glance at the full moon and thought: Why hasn't this person come yet? For the sake of her reputation, should she pretend to go up and help the Kuanglang Sword Sect?

Fortunately, Feng Wu and the others finally came out after much anticipation.

"Zi Weng, Zi Weng, why are you injured? Isn't today a good day for Nanxing? How did it turn out like this?"

Mu Ziweng pulled away the woman's fair and tender fingers. "The wedding is cancelled. This isn't a place for a woman like you to come. Just stay quietly in the backyard. Let's go!"

"But you're injured, and I'm worried. Ziweng, let me stay with you! Your back is injured, let me apply medicine to you!"

Mu Ziweng listened to the woman's worried and concerned words, handed the medicine to her, and said in a rare soft tone: "After applying the medicine, you can go back to the backyard. The swords here are blind, don't hurt yourself by mistake."

The woman's eyes were blurred with tears, and she looked at the more than an inch long wound on Mu Ziweng's back with heartache. As soon as the medicine powder was sprinkled on it, Mu Ziweng's brows were deeply furrowed.

The wound was burning with pain. While Mu Ziweng was still wondering why the wound hurt so much, a dagger pierced his heart.

The woman behind Mu Ziweng let go of the dagger in her hand and slowly stood up. The nervous and sad expression on her face was gone.

Mu Ziweng turned around and asked in astonishment, "Why?"

The woman twisted her fingers around a strand of hair in front of her chest and said with a smile, "Why? Of course it's for fame and fortune. From now on, this Royal Sword Sect will belong to me, Wen Wushuang!"