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Chapter 5342: I Hate You!

Lady Qiao Qiao comforted her furious husband, then subtly sent a telepathic message to the two of them: "No need to pay attention to a fool. Let her continue to wander in her own mental world. Just keep watching the show."

Qiankun Reversal Talisman? Qiao Mu couldn't help but sneer. "She'll need to have the destiny and luck to even open the talisman."

Mu Qingya stared at her daughter, who was acting like a madwoman, utterly dumbfounded. She sighed repeatedly, sobbing and crying, "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, come to your senses, you can't defeat her. Please, just stop, okay?"

"Mother doesn't ask you for great wealth, doesn't ask you for success. Mother just wants you to live well. Xiaoxue, listen to your mother's advice, please stop."

"Shut up!" Mu Xiaoxue's sharp roar startled Qiao Mu and her group hiding outside the door. Her voice was terribly shrill. Her eyes were bloodshot, staring sharply at the dying Mu Qingya in front of her. She said, word by word, "Mother, do you know how much I hate you?"

Qiao Mu couldn't see Mu Xiaoxue's expression through the window, but she could clearly see Mu Qingya's eyes filled with immense bewilderment, staring blankly at her daughter. It was as if she had never truly understood this daughter in her entire life, and only now suddenly realized her true nature.

"I truly hate you to death!"

"Xiaoxue," Mu Qingya's voice trembled, her face filled with disbelief as she stared at this daughter in a daze.

"Xiaoxue..."

"Shut up, don't speak!" Mu Xiaoxue shrieked hysterically.

"My entire life has been ruined by your hands! It's all your fault, all your fault! It's one thing that you yourself are unlucky, a common person with no cultivation. But you, you still have the nerve to be my mother, you harmed me like this! You harmed me so that I couldn't open my Xuan Veins, couldn't cultivate the proper path!"

"You harmed your own daughter, so that she can only live a pathetic existence, relying on others for her breath! How can you be at peace with yourself? How can you face me?!" Mu Xiaoxue screamed sharply, pointing frantically at Mu Qingya who lay in the corner.

"It's your fault, all your fault. If my mother, like other madams, had cultivation and talent, if she were as strong as Long Chuyun, would I have become like this today? Would I need to be jealous of others? Would I need to humble myself, miserably begging and pleading for a Qiankun Reversal Talisman that could change my talent?"

"Mu Qingya, it's all your fault! If you weren't useless, would I have been harmed so terribly by you?!" Mu Xiaoxue shrieked furiously, her eyes filled with twisted hatred and anger.

"I hate you to death, I hate you to death!"

Mu Qingya was stunned, staring blankly at the daughter she had loved and doted on since childhood, unwilling to let her suffer even a hint of grievance. Her head spun in dizzy spells, and her empty eyes stared at her, at this daughter who seemed so unfamiliar. Mu Qingya's body was like a shriveled, withered piece of wood, completely devoid of moisture, unable to even shed tears. She only felt as if her heart had been heavily punched, leaving a gaping hole.

A biting cold wind was rushing in from outside, whistling through the empty space. Her daughter hated her, her daughter actually hated her so much, she hated her! What a cruel irony this was.