Those people rushed over to search and turned the room that had just been tidied up into a mess.
"Patriarch, I didn't find it."
Yun Xiyao's face was extremely gloomy, she had already searched most of the Yun family's area, and so far she didn't have any important clues.
She looked at Yun Wu viciously, and suddenly said, "Are you happy?"
"What did you say?" Yun Wu looked up at her in confusion.
"My father is dead, are you happy?" Yun Xiyao walked up to Yun Wu, and swept the teacup on his table to the ground.
The teacup shattered to the ground.
Yun Wu's face was livid, he suppressed his anger, and said calmly, "I'm very sad that my uncle passed away."
"Then why don't you cry?" Yun Xiyao's eyes were moist, and two drops of clear tears rolled down quickly, "Why don't you cry? Are you stealing joy in your heart? Thinking that he finally died, you will have a chance to compete for the Patriarch position."
"Crying is just a way of expression, not everyone cries." Yun Wu replied.
"It wasn't your father who died, you really can't cry." Yun Xiyao wiped away tears and sneered.
Yun Wu frowned, hesitated to speak, and finally did not say a word.
The breeze blows, bringing a sweet smell.
"Why does your body smell like blood?" Yun Xiyao asked suddenly, twitching her nose.
"What do you think? Don't you know about our Yun family's training?" Yun Wu didn't change his face.
"Stand up!" Yun Xiyao drew out her dagger and pressed it against Yun Wu's chest. This time, she would rather kill a thousand mistakes than let one go.
Yun Wu stood up indifferently, looked at her with a calm face, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "What? Are you going to vent your young lady's temper on me now?"
"Take off your clothes." Yun Xiyao pointed at his jacket with a dagger.
Yun Wu's expression became colder and colder, and the coldness in his eyes swept across, "Yun Xiyao, don't go too far."
"I'll let you take it off, or I'll kill you!" Yun Xiyao stretched out the dagger and cut Yun Wu's jaw.
The blood overflowed from the wound, fell on the front of the front, and was hidden in the moon-white clothes, turning into a blood plum.
Feng Ming's eyes flickered in the dark, showing worry and panic.
Yun Wu looked at Yun Xiyao stubbornly, "Take it off if you let me, what do you think I am? I am also the young master of the Yun family, why should I be insulted by you!"
"Okay! If you don't want to take it off, I'll kill you!" Yun Xiyao raised her hand high and stabbed towards Yun Wu.
Yun Wu reluctantly got out of the way, and Yun Xiyao attacked again without hesitation.
A shadow came, kicked Yun Xiyao's dagger, and stood between the two of them.
"Fengming?" Yun Wu's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Back off."
He obviously didn't call him, why did he come over? Yun Wu's eyes flustered, and he reached out to grab him.
However, Yun Xiyao was furious, "Qingtong! Kill them!"
Zhao Miaomiao arrived at the sound, and stabbing Fengming with the silver sword from his waist.
Two black shadows were fighting in the room, Yun Xiyao scolded the servant, "Take Yun Wu down for me."
The house slaves hesitated, with a look of embarrassment on their faces.
Yun Xiyao was so angry that her eyes darkened, "If you don't take him down today, I want you all to die!"
Only then did those people swarm forward and rushed towards Yun Wu.
Seeing that Yun Wu was besieged, Fengming looked at Zhao Miaomiao pleadingly. Zhao Miaomiao nodded slightly, and a sway of the long sword left a gap for him to get out.
Feng Ming flew over and protected Yun Wu behind her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com