Chapter 283 Slap in the Face? Mu Chenbai's Fiancée? [Add More]

A blood confession?

What's going on here?

Could it be that Mr. Fu San still cheated, besides, this appearance is so similar, how could it not be true?

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

Wen Ningrui squeezed her fingers tightly, trying to calm herself down, took a deep breath, and said: "Everyone has also seen that the person who pretended to be my daughter just now has a very high level of cultivation, and it is not ruled out that she has some disguise. technique."

She sneered again: "My own daughter, I still can't recognize it?"

Jun Muqian listened, slightly pursed her lips, but did not answer.

She also stopped Mu Ying, who was about to step forward, and sent a voice transmission: "Brother, don't worry, let's see what else she wants to do, and... I still have her for use."

Without Wen Ningrui, it would be much more difficult to find out her background.

Mu Ying stopped his movements, and squinted his eyes slightly: "You can decide, anyway, if something happens, my brother will be there."

It's this time, and you still have to die?

Seeing that Jun Muqian hadn't spoken, Wen Ningrui became more determined, and she raised her voice: "I now ask for blood to recognize my relatives, after all, blood cannot be changed."

Hearing this, Mu Qingcang frowned, and scolded displeasedly: "Ning Rui, what are you messing around with?"

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

The sense of affinity that comes from blood cannot be fooled.

"Father, why am I messing around?" Wen Ningrui didn't take it seriously, "Do you want outsiders to confuse the blood of our Mu family? Xiao Zhi was born with us, even if she has something wrong, can't she be compared to an outsider? "

"Rui'er!" Mu Chenyu whispered, "Stop making trouble, everyone is watching."

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

"Besides, if I remember correctly, she called herself Jun just now." Wen Ningrui ignored her, with a smile that was inevitable on her lips, "Miss Jun, if you are really my daughter, you must be my daughter." You won't be afraid of bloodshed, will you?"

Jun Muqian looked at her, and suddenly smiled: "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, once I say you will recognize your relatives with blood, you will..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Muqian interrupted, and she had a half-smile: "Where is there a mother who would dig out her daughter's spiritual root, and wish her daughter would die?"

As soon as the words fell, the smile on Wen Ningrui's face froze instantly.

And the guests in the audience suddenly realized at this moment.

"That's right, people don't regard Miss Mu Qian as their own daughter at all, and now they want to confuse right and wrong by bloody confession, it's simply despicable and shameless!"

"How can there be such a disgusting woman? Mu Chenyu must be blind, this kind of woman should get married soon and wait for the New Year!"

"Tsk tsk, if you want me to say, Miss Muqian has such a mother, it's a bad luck for eight lifetimes, and this woman is also sick. Obviously, this daughter of mine has better talent, but she has to ask for one to snatch her sister's spiritual root." Your daughter is indeed blind!"

"Isn't it? It's not a family, and you don't enter a family."

"Don't confuse right and wrong!" Wen Ningrui was furious, "If you are my daughter, so what if you confess your relationship 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.

"That's right." Jun Muqian's eyes fluttered, and he smiled slightly: "It's really not a big deal, but why should I trust you? If you do something wrong, I really can't tell the grievance."

Wen Ningrui almost vomited blood at these words, she could no longer bear it: "Just say it, drip or not?"

"Oh—" Jun Muqian looked calm, "Are you trying to force me?"

Under the stage, the guests who had already had a fiery temper couldn't hold back.

"Miss Mu Qian, don't talk nonsense with this kind of woman! Why should you listen to her!"

"The mind is really too vicious. It digs out the spiritual roots of others and prevents them from going home."

A line of sarcasm poured into Wen Ningrui's ears, her face turned pale suddenly, and her body was also crumbling.

"Rui'er!" Mu Chenyu's expression became tense. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Wen Ningrui, and looked at the woman in purple with cold eyes, "Xiaoqian, she is your mother after all. It's a little too much."

Jun Muqian was the first to look at her "father", she chuckled lightly: "Why, didn't you just say that I am not your biological daughter?"

What a body, hair and skin, by the parents!

So she has to use her spiritual roots and life to pay back?

"Concern leads to chaos." Mu Chenyu frowned, "Rui'er is also for the good of the Mu family and you. After all, we did receive the news that Xiaoqian had died at the time. We couldn't accept it immediately when you came out now."

Mu Qingcang finally recovered his breath. Hearing this, he felt that this sentence made sense, and sighed, "Just like what Ning Rui said, it's better to confess your relationship with a drop of blood."

As expected, he was old, and he really didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the juniors.

If everything can be resolved with a drop of blood, then things will be fine.

Wen Ningrui's eyes finally lit up, and she struggled to get up: "If that's the case... Puff!"

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

Mu Chenyu was shocked: "Ruier!"

Fufeng raised his eyes, and his voice was extremely cold: "It seems that the Mu family really doesn't take me seriously."

"Fu San Gongzi." Mu Chenyu was also angry, "Isn't it too disrespectful for you, a big man, to attack a woman?"

"Is it disrespectful?" Fu Feng glanced at him lightly, "If you didn't have an almost identical face with Big Brother Chen Bai, you wouldn't be qualified to stand here and talk to me at all."

Fusu, who was still sitting in the VIP seat, also said leisurely: "Yes, if you didn't look the same as Big Brother Chen Bai, you might not have a beautiful wife now, and you wouldn't have a daughter, would you?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Mu Chenyu and Wen Ningrui changed.

Jun Muqian narrowed his eyes slightly, and wait...Could it be that Wen Ningrui was from the Wen family in the verbal engagement between the Mu family and the Wen family that was written in Feng Yimo's handbook?

This is really interesting, so when Mu Chen died in vain, Wen Ningrui immediately married Mu Chenyu?

Mu Chenyu didn't mind either, this could be his eldest brother's wife?

"Young Master Seventeen, there are some things you can't talk nonsense." Wen Ningrui gritted his teeth, "I had a marriage contract with Chenyu's eldest brother, but it was only verbal. Don't slander our relationship."

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

How could this Fusu know so clearly.

"Oh, that's it—" Fu Su propped his elbows and smiled lightly, "Then it seems that the fact that Mrs. Mu cried, made trouble, and hanged herself because of Brother Chen Bai was also fake."

Hearing these words, Mu Chenyu was struck by lightning: "Rui'er?"

"Nonsense." Wen Ningrui blushed with anger, "When did I do such a thing?"

Fu Su nodded his head in a good manner: "Well, that's my memory."

"Okay!" Mu Chenyu didn't want to listen any longer, he said with a cold face, "Bring a bowl of water, and let father test it himself!"

Soon, some servants of the Mu family brought up the water and handed it to Mu Qingcang respectfully.

Wen Ningrui sneered, broke free from Mu Chenyu, and stepped forward: "I'll come first."

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

After finishing, Wen Ningrui raised her chin with a haughty expression: "Miss Jun, it's your turn."

As long as this lowly girl dares, she will seek her own death!

Hearing this sentence, Mu Ying's eyes turned cold: "Why should my sister listen to you?"

This Wen Ningrui really deserves to die!

"Brother." Jun Muqian patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "I'm fine, look at me."

She stepped forward slowly, looked at the bowl in Mu Qingcang's hand, and raised her eyebrows: "If you succeed in confessing your relatives with blood, what should you do?"

"Impossible!" Wen Ningrui blurted out subconsciously, and then added, "If it succeeds, then you will naturally be my daughter."

"Okay." Jun Muqian nodded, "I have to add one more condition."

She raised her eyes and looked down: "I would like to ask you all to bear witness for me. If the bleeding is successful today, then Mrs. Mu will slander me, and the Mu family will hand her over to me and let me handle it."

"no!"

"Can."

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

"Since Patriarch Mu has spoken..." Jun Muqian curled his lips and raised his index finger, "Then I can rest assured."

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

Everyone on the stage stared nervously at the two drops of blood in the bowl, and Mu Qingcang couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of foam.

"Look, it's not rong, it's not rong!" 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, it's impossible!"

The Lord has his own plan, so be patient~

Well, this chapter has another foreshadowing.

Let me talk about one thing, I have been writing for a year, and I am already Buddhist, so I don’t hate people very much.

But today, some readers in the next-door group said that I bought tickets for the fantasy essay competition, and that I was too generous. I prepared peripherals for our readers and gave xxb as gifts, so I bought tickets.

I would like to tell a reader account in the building in the comment area, I am a fan, I am willing, I found a lot of painters to ask for drafts for the surroundings of "Xiaofei", I want to better show the Lord and the light beauty In front of my readers, what I send to my readers has nothing to do with you!

In addition, those who hope that some authors are optimistic about themselves, don't put them here.

Buddhism, but it does not mean no temper.

Sorry for the late update