The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 7

She Has a Fiancée

Seeing this girl, Beiting Huang could not help but raise her hand to her forehead. It was none other than her fiancée, Mu Qingling.

This body of hers hid many secrets. Not only did it hide her gender, but she also had a fiancée who had been engaged to her since she was young.

However, this girl was really good to her. She was a famous beauty in Luobeng City. Her cheeks were smooth and her eyebrows were like a painting. On the other hand, Beiting Huang was famous for being a good-for-nothing. Everyone in Luobeng City had bullied her, but not only did her fiancée not bully her, but she also protected her in every way. ƒ𝘳𝗲𝑒𝒘𝐞𝚋𝚗𝐨v𝘦l.𝒄o𝐦

“Qingling, why did you come out so late at night?” Beiting Huang helped Mu Qingling up. However, the girl took a step back in panic and lowered her head with a red face.

Beiting Huang didn’t know what to say. She quickly retracted her hand and coughed lightly. She had to remember her identity in the future. She was the ninth young master of the Beiting family. She was a man, a man!

“I-I heard that the young master brought people out of the city to look for you, so I went out to take a look.” Mu Qingling’s face was as red as the clouds in the sky when Beiting Huang grabbed her wrist.

Beiting Huang smiled. She had already seen the people on the other side of the street. She had no choice but to reach out and pull Mu Qingling’s sleeve, gently pulling her behind her.

Beiting Ming had already arrived with five or six people. They were all guards of the Beiting Family. They came over aggressively. He was going out of the city to see if Beiting Huang was dead. When he looked up and saw Beiting Huang waiting in the middle of the road, he couldn’t help but be stunned.

Why wasn’t this trash dead yet?

Beiting Huang actually raised his head and puffed out his chest as he watched them come over. Who gave her such a strong backing? When he saw Mu Qingling hiding behind her and secretly looking over, Beiting Ming was furious. “Oh, I was wondering what was going on. It turns out that Miss Mu is protecting you. I say, Ninth Young Master, you’re completely useless. You’re a man’s shame. What’s the point of hiding behind a woman?”

Beiting Ming kept glancing at Mu Qingling. None of the youths in Luobei City disliked Mu Qingling. It was just that this girl was too beautiful.

Mu Qingling hated the way Beiting Ming’s eyes were glued to her. She clenched her fists. She was clearly the one hiding behind the ninth young master. These people always liked to bully the ninth young master. “Young Master Ming, what do you mean by that? You clearly know me. I-I’m not even a spiritual warrior.”

Since she was young, she knew that Beiting Huang could not gather Spiritual Qi, so he could not cultivate. She was afraid that others would mock Beiting Huang.

Beiting Huang sneered and took a step forward. With just one step, his ghostly figure flashed in front of Beiting Ming, who was about ten steps away from him. He grabbed Beiting Ming’s chest and said, “Trash? What’s wrong with being trash? What’s wrong with being trash that even you are jealous of? However, you want to covet my people? I think you’re tired of living!”

She gritted her teeth and slid her hand up his chest and onto his neck. With a cracking sound, Beiting Ming let out a miserable cry of pain. His dantian, which was about to gather strength, was empty. There was no spiritual energy inside. Beiting Huang had already grabbed him and thrown him backward, landing on the servant following behind.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were in public, he wouldn’t have crippled him. Instead, he would have taken his life.

The servants led by Beiting Ming wouldn’t dare to make a move against Beiting Huang on their own accord. Even Beiting Ming, who was a collateral relative of Beiting Han, was far from being a direct descendant of Beiting Huang.

“Beiting Huang, you, you…” Beiting Ming tried to gather strength again, but his dantian was still empty. He was so shocked that he broke out in cold sweat. “Beiting Huang, you…”