In an instant, Mu Ziyan and the others were controlled.
Yun chujiu held a large kitchen knife and gestured in front of Yuan Qing. “Do you still want to split the Ganoderma?”
Yuan Qing trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind. He shook his head repeatedly. “No, no, I don’t want to. Junior Sister Yun, I was obsessed just now and spouted nonsense. Don’t lower yourself to my level.”
Yuan Tong and Yuan fan were also begging for mercy. They almost knelt down and kowtowed.
Yun chujiu curled her lips and walked up to Mu Ziyan. She Cut Mu Ziyan’s hair into pieces with a few strokes and then said coldly,
“Mu Ziyan, if you provoke me again, I won’t cut off your hair!”
Mu Ziyan was both angry and afraid. She bit her lips and pinched her fingernails into her palm without realizing it.