The Demon Emperor of Lingfei Qingtian Has Been Captured

  Chapter 283 Slap on the face? Mu Chenbai’s fiancee? [Add more]

  Blood to recognize relatives?

  Which one is this?

   Could it be that Fusan Gongzi would still cheat? Besides, how could it not be true that this looks so alike?

  All the guests only felt that one big show followed one another, things were reversing one after another, and they were a little tired for a while.

Wen Ningrui squeezed her fingers and tried to calm her mood. After taking a deep breath, she said: “You guys have also seen it. Just now this person posing as my daughter has a very high level of cultivation, and she does not rule out her disguise. Magic.”

  She sneered again: “My own daughter, can’t I recognize it?”

  Jun Muqian listened, curled her lips slightly, and did not answer.

  She also stopped Mu Ying, who wanted to come forward, and passed the message secretly: “Brother, don’t worry, see what else she wants to do, and…I still keep her useful.”

  Without Wen Ningrui, it is really more difficult to find out her life experience.

   Mu Ying stopped moving, he squinted his eyes slightly: “It’s fine if you decide. Anyway, if something happens, there will be a brother.”

  It’s all about this time, but still dying to be struggling?

  Wen Ningrui saw that Jun Muqian had never spoken, and became more determined. She raised her voice: “I now ask for blood to recognize my relatives. After all, the bloodline cannot be changed.”

   Hearing this, Mu Qingcang frowned and scolded displeasedly: “Ning Rui, what are you doing nonsense?”

  He can be sure that this is definitely the blood of his Mu family.

  The kind of affinity that comes from the bloodline can’t deceive people.

“Father, why am I messing around?” Wen Ningrui didn’t care. “Do you want outsiders to confuse the blood of our Mu family? Xiaozhi grew up together when we watched. Even if there is something wrong with her, is she still inferior to an outsider? “

   “Rui’er!” Mu Chenyu whispered, “Stop it, everyone is watching.”

  Although the matter was exposed, he did not regret it. He was willing to do whatever Wen Ningrui asked him to do, even if he hurt his daughter.

“Also, if I remember correctly, she claimed to be surnamed Jun just now.” Wen Ningrui ignored her, and a smile that was sure to be raised on her lips, “Miss Jun, if you really are my daughter, you must be Aren’t you afraid of confession of blood?”

  Jun Muqian looked at her and smiled suddenly: “You are right, of course I am not your daughter.”

  Hearing this sentence, the smile in Wen Ningrui’s eyes almost overflowed: “You are really scared, when I say a drop of blood to recognize my relatives, you just…”

  Until she finished speaking, Jun Muqian interrupted. She smiled and said, “Where is there a mother who dug up her daughter’s spiritual roots, and she wants her daughter to die?”

  As soon as the voice fell, the smile on Wen Ningrui’s face instantly stiffened.

  The guests in the audience suddenly realized at this moment.

   “Yes, people don’t treat Girl Muqian as a biological daughter at all, and now they want to confuse right from wrong by dripping blood to recognize their relatives. It’s simply shameless!”

   “Why is there such a disgusting woman? Mu Chenyu’s eyes are blind, this kind of woman should not rest soon, waiting for the New Year!”

“Tsk tusk, ask me to say that girl Mu Qian’s stall is such a **** bad for her eight lifetimes, and this woman is also ill. She knows that her daughter has better talents, but she has to get one to **** her sister’s spiritual roots. My daughter is really blind and blind!”

   “Isn’t it, it’s not a family, don’t enter a family.”

  ”Don’t reverse right and wrong!” Wen Ningrui was angrily, “If you are my daughter, what about confession with blood? If you are afraid, just say it, even if I treat my daughter, it has nothing to do with you!”

  She knew clearly in her heart that if she could not reverse the situation, her life would be over.

   “Yes.” Jun Muqian’s eyes floated lightly, and he smiled slightly: “It’s true that it’s okay to confess with a blood drop, but why should I trust you? If you do something, I really can’t tell.”

  Wen Ningrui almost vomited blood with these words, she was already unbearable: “Just say it, drip or not?”

   “Oh—” Jun Muqian said with a calm expression, “Are you trying to force me?”

  Under the stage, the already hot-tempered guests can’t hold back.

  ”Miss Mu Qian, don’t talk nonsense with this kind of woman! Why listen to her!”

   “The mind is really vicious. It has dug up people’s spiritual roots and prevented them from going home.”

  Several words of sarcasm, all poured into Wen Ningrui’s ears, her face suddenly pale, and her body faltered.

“Ruier!” Mu Chenyu’s expression became tense. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Wen Ningrui, and looked at the purple-clothed woman with cold eyes, “Xiao Qian, she is your mother anyway, her body is hair and skin, and her parents, you do It’s a bit too much.”

  Jun Muqian was the first to look at her “father”, she chuckled, “Why, didn’t you just say that I am not your biological daughter?”

  A good body and skin, be the parents!

  So she must use her spiritual roots and life to repay it?

   “Care is chaos.” Mu Chenyu frowned, “Rui Er is also for the Mu family and hello. After all, we did receive the news that Xiao Qian was dead. If you come out now, we couldn’t accept it at the first time.”

  Mu Qingcang finally took a sigh of relief. When he heard this, he felt that this sentence made sense, and he sighed: “Just as Ning Rui said, let’s confess with blood.”

  He is really old, and the things between the juniors really don’t want to mix up.

  If you can solve everything with blood confession, things are also good.

  Wen Ningrui’s eyes finally lit up, and she struggled to get up: “In that case…puff——!”

  Before he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

  Mu Chenyu was shocked: “Ruier!”

  Fu Feng raised his eyes, and his voice was extremely cold: “It seems that the Mu family really didn’t put me in his eyes.”

  ”Help the third son.” Mu Chenyu was also angry, “Are you a big man, you are too out of status to shoot at a woman?”

   “Is there any identity?” Fufeng glanced at him faintly, “If it weren’t for you and Chenbai’s big brother to have almost the same faces, you wouldn’t have the right to stand here and talk to me.”

  Fusu, who was still sitting in the VIP seat, also said leisurely: “Yes, if you didn’t look the same as Big Brother Chenbai, you might not have a daughter if you don’t have your current wife, do you?”

  As soon as these words came out, Mu Chenyu and Wen Ningrui’s faces changed.

  Jun Mu lightly squinted his eyes, wait… Could it be said that the verbal marriage contract between the Mu family and the Wen family written in Feng Yimo’s handwriting at the time was Wen Ningrui from the Wen family?

  This is really interesting, so Mu Chenbai died, Wen Ningrui immediately married Mu Chenyu?

  Mu Chenyu doesn’t mind, this might be his elder brother’s wife?

   “Seventeenth son, there are some things that can’t be said nonsense.” Wen Ningrui gritted her teeth, “I had a marriage contract with Chenyu’s eldest brother, but it was only verbal. Don’t slander our relationship.”

  Damn, she was also a girl who was raised in a deep boudoir at the time. The Wen family only revealed to Patriarch Mu that she was going to marry Mu Chenbai, even Mu Chenyu knew the inside story.

  Why this Fusu knows so clearly.

   “Oh, this way–” Fusu held his elbows and smiled softly, “It seems that at that time, Mrs. Mu had to hang himself for the sake of Brother Chenbai.

  Hearing these words, Mu Chenyu was struck by lightning: “Ruier?”

   “Nonsense.” Wen Ningrui flushed with anger, “When did I do such a thing?”

  Fu Su Congshan nodded like Liu: “Well, that’s because I remembered it wrong.”

   “Okay!” Mu Chenyu didn’t want to listen anymore, he said with a cold face, “Bring a bowl of water and drip blood to confess, let his father try it himself!”

   Soon, some of the Mu’s retainers took the water up and handed it to Mu Qingcang respectfully.

  Wen Ningrui sneered, broke free of Mu Chenyu, and stepped forward: “I’ll come first.”

  Speaking, she bit her finger and dripped a drop of blood into it.

  After finishing, Wen Ningrui lifted her chin with an arrogant expression: “Miss Jun, it’s you.”

  As long as this cheap girl dares, she is seeking her own death!

  Hearing these words, Mu Ying’s eyes fell cold: “Why should my sister listen to you?”

  This Wen Ningrui is really damn!

   “Brother.” Jun Muqian patted him on the shoulder, and calmly said, “I’m fine, look at me.”

  She stepped forward slowly, looked at the bowl in Mu Qingcang’s hand, and raised her eyebrows: “What if the blood confession succeeds?”

   “Impossible!” Wen Ningrui blurted out subconsciously, and immediately added, “If it succeeds, then you are my daughter naturally.”

   “Okay.” Jun Mu lightly nodded, “I have to add another condition.”

  She lifted her eyes and looked down: “Please give me a testimony here. If the bleeding is successful today, then Madam Mu is slandering me. The Mu family will hand her over to me and let me deal with it.”

“no!”

“Can.”

  Two voices sounded at the same time, from Mu Chenyu and Mu Qingcang respectively.

   “Since Patriarch Mu has spoken…” Jun Mu lightly hooked her lips, raised her index finger, “Then I can rest assured.”

  In the next second, a drop of blood fell from the white fingertips into the bowl.

Everyone on the stage stared at the two drops of blood in the bowl very nervously, and Mu Qingcang couldn’t help swallowing and spitting.

   “Look, it doesn’t melt, it doesn’t melt!” Wen Ningrui suddenly burst into laughter, “I said it was fake, my daughter is dead…Huh?!”

   Suddenly, her pupils dilated and she lost her voice: “No, this is impossible!”

  The Lord has his own plan, please be patient~

  Well, this chapter has another foreshadowing.

  To talk about one thing, I have been writing for a year, and I have been in Buddhism.

  But today, some readers in the next-door group said that I was buying tickets for fantasy essays, saying that I was too generous, and prepared peripherals for our readers, and gave them xxb, so they were buying tickets.

I would like to tell the reader number of a certain building in the comment area. I love my fans and I am willing. I have found a lot of painters to submit drafts for the surroundings of “The Concubine”, and I want to show the Lord and the light beauty better. In front of my readers, what I send to my readers has nothing to do with you!

  In addition, I hope that some authors are optimistic about their own people and don’t let me come here.

  Buddha, but it doesn’t mean that you have no temper.

  Late update, sorry

  (End of this chapter)