Can you stop laughing?
The thought that the usually beautiful and proud snow tiger, who never looked down on anyone, was now wagging its tail and twisting its body, begging for... pleasure!
They were even slapped away with a single palm strike, which made them want to laugh.
Mo Bilian took a deep breath. Seeing them lower their heads and suppress their laughter, she felt even more resentful.
She was so angry she felt like her chest was about to explode.
It took her a while to calm herself down.
"My third sister is a bit willful and capricious, so please don't take it to heart, junior brothers and sisters. If you want to blame someone, blame me instead."
The disciples quickly replied with smiles, "No, no."
They didn't know how to blame her; they just found it novel to see Mo Bilian's joke today.
Mo Bilian took her junior brothers and sisters to the Mo residence.
Although it is the Mo family mansion, it is far inferior to the city lord's mansion.
"Get out of here, you beggars! Do you think you can just set foot in the Mo residence?"
Mo Bilian had just lifted her foot to go up the steps when the gatekeeper waved her away.
Fu Chun shouted angrily, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly who this is!"
"Just a beggar..."
"This is the second young lady! You're blind! You're asking for a beating!"
Fu Chun, who had been beaten up, was seething with anger and gave the gatekeeper a good beating.
"Help! A beggar is breaking in!" The gatekeeper, unable to defeat him, shouted loudly.
The gate opened, and a large number of guards and thugs rushed out.
Before Mo Bilian even had a chance to speak, everyone had already started fighting.
These guards were far too weak compared to Fu Liu, and were quickly defeated.
Fu Chun and the disciples of the Holy Extreme Sect fought their way in.
Absolutely imposing, that is...
If they didn't have so many scales, didn't smell fishy, and weren't so disheveled.
Hearing the sounds of fighting and killing, and that they had fought their way in, Qian was so frightened that she hid under the table, trembling with fear.
"Father, Mother?"
Mo Bilian burst in, looked around the room, and frowned as she called out.
"Lian'er?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Qian lifted the tablecloth, poked her head out, and looked up at the disheveled girl in front of her, who reeked of a foul odor.
Mo Bilian frowned, truly not wanting to call her mother anymore.
He embarrassed her.
But Madam Qian recognized her and immediately crawled out from under the table, grabbed her, and tearfully called her Lian'er, pouring out all her grievances.
"Where is my father?" Mo Bilian was extremely troubled.
Why is there such a commotion at the manor, yet Father hasn't shown up?
"Is Father out on business? There are many affairs in Moyang City. Although Father is not the city lord, he is in charge of the city lord. It is normal that he is not at home now."
The disciples became slightly more respectful; the one in charge of Moyang City was a figure of considerable importance.
Qian forced a dry smile. "Your father is in bed."
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment.
Mo Bilian's face darkened slightly. "Father was exhausted last night?"
Madam Qian: "Your father has been lying in bed for several days. We have been kicked out of the City Lord's Mansion by Mo Yunzhao, and we have also been removed from the family genealogy."
Mo Bilian felt a little dizzy.
The disciples looked at each other in bewilderment once again.
This character... doesn't seem quite right.
"I'll go see. Yun Zhao has really gone too far." Mo Bilian was furious. "Mother, please make arrangements for my junior brothers and sisters first."
As she spoke, she hurriedly went into the inner room.
These days, she was in a hurry to get back and didn't have time to contact her family.
How could such a big change have occurred in just a few days?
What exactly happened?
This has resulted in her being repeatedly humiliated and embarrassed, bringing her to the extreme.
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