Chapter 12 (2/2)

For a moment, all the Murong family standing on the edge were shocked and could not close their mouths.

One move, just one move. Murong Chunshui, the third youngest generation of Murong family, was defeated by her.

God, it's unbelievable.

The sun is shining in the yard, but it can't cover the murderous atmosphere in the middle of the yard.

”Pa, PA, Pa.” A burst of drums and applause sounded, and two people stepped into the gate of the courtyard again. One of them, a gentle young man, was clapping his hands with a smile on his face.

The other is the old man of Murong mansion. Today's birthday, Murong is invincible.

Sixty year old people, but a trace of drooping old momentum are not, as capable as the prime of life.

”Ryukyu, put down your sword and point at your elder brother like this. What do you look like?” Murong Wudi looked at Ryukyu with shining eyes. His words seemed to blame, but all people could hear the joy and maintenance inside.

The military generals of Murong family were born, and force was the decisive factor of all positions.

”Yes, don't call him a joke, Ryukyu. Come here. See you, Prince.” Murong Yi's face was slightly red with excitement at this time, and he said to Ryukyu with a smile.