Chapitre 217: Clan Conference, Nightmare Begins!

At this point in time, Mo Qingwu's little body was curled up into a ball as she wailed nonstop in his room. Her little mouth pouted sullenly as she did not dare to make too much noise. She could only cry in her heart: "Brother Chu Yang, I am so pitiful, they are all picking on me. Please come quickly, please … Hoo hoo hoo…"

During the past few days, Mo Qingwu was sensitive enough to feel that even her own maid's attitude toward her had changed drastically.

Each time she saw her mother, her mother would hold her and grief together helplessly. Mo Qingwu had this foreboding feeling and could sense that something bad had happened to her. However, she could not do anything and she could only watch fearfully as these changes gradually begin to occur. It seemed that the only thing that could make her feel safe was the saber Brother Chu Yang had given her.