The Yun Family’s Ninth Child is an Imp!

Yun chujiu couldn’t help but laugh when she saw Lan Luofang’s gossipy look.

However, she didn’t believe that Lan Luochen had an affair with Mu Ziyan. After all, if someone like Lan Luochen really had an affair with Mu Ziyan, he probably wouldn’t pester her anymore.

Although Lan Luochen was terrible in some aspects, he shouldn’t be able to do something like two-timing.

The thought of Lan Luochen coming out of the forbidden area gave Yun chujiu a huge headache. She was really unlucky to have provoked such a crazy person!

Mu Ziyan, that Little B * Tch, was also trash. Why Don’t you get rid of Lan Luochen! This way, she would be at peace.

How about she create conditions for them? Give them drugs for fun? Let them harm each other?

Lan Luofang saw the sinister smile on Yun Chujiu’s face and could not help but shiver. “Little Jiu, what are you thinking about?”

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“Little Jiu, don’t do anything rash. The Mu family is not to be trifled with. If anything happens, grandfather will definitely push you out.”Lan Luofang had finally seen through Lan Demao’s nature. In his place, there was only profit, there was no kinship at all.

“Don’t worry, I promise that I can help you vent your anger and not let them find any evidence. Tomorrow, I’ll first deal with Lan Luoyan, then find an opportunity to help you deal with Mu Ziyan.

I see that your injuries are almost healed, so don’t pretend to be a quail on the bed. Come to class with me tomorrow.”Yun Chujiu said with a faint smile.

Lan Luofang laughed dryly with a guilty conscience. Although her injuries were not light, the Jia Shi had high-quality elixirs, so she had long recovered. She just didn’t want to go to the ancestral residence to be bullied.

“Little Jiu, the people of the eldest and second branches now hate you. Be careful.”

Yun chujiu curled her lips. “I even dared to kill the disciple of that old bald donkey from the Zen sect. Why should I be afraid of those scums? !”

Lan Luofang couldn’t believe her ears. “Little, little jiu, what, what did you say?”

“Nothing. I just killed the disciple of the Zen sect’s Master Liaowu,”Yun Chujiu said lightly.

Lan Luofang:”…”

Oh My God!

Did she hear wrong? This little trash, No, the little devil killed the disciple of the Zen sect’s Master Liaowu? And nothing happened?

No wonder she didn’t put Mu Ziyan in her eyes. She wasn’t even afraid of the Zen sect, why would she be afraid of a mere mu family? !

Lan Luofang’s waist was no longer sore, and her legs no longer hurt. She jumped down from the bed and said, “Little Jiu, why don’t we go to the ancestral home and take Revenge Now!”

Yun chujiu rolled her eyes at her. “What’s the rush? ! It’s not too late to deal with them tomorrow! Zihua, hurry up and bring the lunch over. Let your miss take some supplements. She’s so skinny!”

Lan Luofang pursed her lips. I’m afraid you’re the one who’s hungry!

The next morning, Yun chujiu and Lan Luofang strolled to the ancestral residence.

As soon as they entered the cultivation hall, Lan Luoyan said sourly,

“TSK TSK, Lan Luofang, you’re finally willing to crawl out of your nest? I thought you’d be stuck in the third bedroom for the rest of your life!”!

“You’re really good. You could actually injure Sister Ziyan while sparring with me. Fortunately, Sister Ziyan is magnanimous. Otherwise, I’ll teach you a lesson!”

The others burst into laughter and looked at Lan Luofang with disdain.

Lan Luoyan glanced at Yun chujiu and continued, “And you, don’t think that you are great just because you went to the Zen sect with the ancestor. You are a waste! I will let you show your true form in the next competition!”