I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch

Murong Juhui could only open and close her mouth.

It felt like boiling water of rage and shame had filled up to her throat, so she couldn’t make a sound for fear that hot liquid might spurt out instead of words.

All she could do was struggle not to make choked sounds from the heat filling her lungs.

“You, hic, dare…, huk…”

Not only was the Murong kid small, but his sister was also petite and thin, so her body was small and her face only as big as a palm, with unusually large eyes now filled with dangling teardrops.

Seeing that sight, Qing felt a pang of sympathy and wondered if she had gone too far.

But insulting the Divine Maiden Sect robes clearly crossed a line.

Although they were robes personally made by her master for a disciple with long limbs and a thicker body than other women, above all, all Divine Maiden Sect disciples wore the same style of clothing.

What poor clothing, what appearance, she had started to say, but even without hearing the rest, one could guess what would follow.