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Chapter 5189: 5.0941 Disgust

The kick caused Gu Yixuan to stumble slightly, making him half a step late in entering the room. Gu Yixuan was so angry that smoke almost came out of his head. He could only watch as Zhao Yi, that bastard, led his junior sister into the woodshed, a sliver of resentment surfacing in his heart. This seed of resentment buried deep within him, needing only a slight stimulus each day, would grow like a sprouting root.

Damn Zhao Yi! Gu Yixuan gritted his teeth and followed, kicking the doorframe with too wide a step, making a "clank" sound.

Mu Jinghong frowned and turned to glance at him, saying coldly to Gu Yixuan, "Be careful."

"Yes, Master." Gu Yixuan was startled and quickly bowed, no longer daring to show any anger on his face.

Mu Jinghong didn't bother with his disciples. This Gu Yixuan, if his daughter Mu Xiaoxue hadn't asked him to take him as a disciple, with his mediocre talent, he wouldn't have been qualified to join the City of Shadows. It was simply for the sake of the Gu family's influence behind Gu Yixuan. Although the Gu family wasn't a top-tier aristocratic family, it could at least be counted among the second-tier families. It still had some redeeming qualities.

Mu Jinghong's steps suddenly paused. From his vantage point, he could see a small, shriveled figure curled up in the corner, pressing against a pile of firewood like a thin sheet of paper. She looked withered and pitiful.

"Qingya," Mu Jinghong's voice held a hint of trembling fear. He hadn't expected that after such a short time apart, Qingya would be… tormented to such an unrecognizable state? These people were truly despicable!

Mu Jinghong's eyes widened as he quickly walked forward. Mu Qingya, who was curled by the firewood pile, couldn't help but twitch slightly, shrinking further back into the firewood.

This feeling of resistance and repulsion was very obvious.

"Qingya." Mu Jinghong no longer cared how dirty she was. He strode forward and immediately pulled the frail woman into his arms. Only then did he clearly see Mu Qingya's face, resembling dry bones.

Filled with grief and indignation, Mu Jinghong couldn't help but shed old tears. "Qingya, how, how have these people treated you during this time?" How could a dignified and elegant woman be tormented into such a ghostly state? She had fallen into Qiao Mu's hands. That wicked woman, Qiao Mu, actually sent people to turn his Qingya into this inhuman, ghastly appearance.

"Mother, Mother!" Mu Xiaoxue was also almost fainting from her mother's current appearance. She called out twice, then plopped down onto her knees in front of her mother.

Mu Qingya's originally dull eyes suddenly sparkled with a glimmer of light. She stretched out her bone-like hand, fumbling in front of her, as if to grasp Mu Xiaoxue's hand. However, when Mu Xiaoxue saw her mother's dark, bone-like hands, a hint of hesitation arose in her heart, and she instinctively recoiled. Although this movement was very quick, Mu Qingya knew exactly who she was. Even if her vision was blurry, she could still clearly see her daughter's action.

This gesture of shrinking back in disgust was like a heavy punch, solidly landing on Mu Qingya's heart. Mu Qingya's heart twitched, and the sound that came out of her mouth was as if it had been run over by a wheel. She called out two words in a deep voice, "Xiaoxue," and her trembling hand rose again.