"You brat. If that's the case, then I'll teach you how to respect your elders!"

The middle-aged man was obviously drunk. He left Liu Sirui beside him after saying something inappropriate, raised his fist and punched Mo Qingfeng. He was obviously irritated by him.

"ah--"

Mo Qingfeng's starry eyes were slightly focused, looking at the middle-aged man who rushed forward. She moved lightly with her feet, raised her hands and bent down, and with a beautiful shoulder-throwing meteor throw, she easily knocked the middle-aged man to the ground.

It hurt so much that he opened his mouth and screamed.

"I said, uncle, you look so drunk that you can't even walk steadily?"

"Puchchi——"

Mo Qingfeng's ridicule came out, and Liu Sirui, who was still arranging her clothes that had been tangled up, couldn't help but also covered her face and smiled. Looking at the middle-aged man's embarrassed appearance, her resentment dissipated a bit.

.

"You little bastard!"

The middle-aged man endured the pain, gritted his teeth and slowly climbed up. When he saw Mo Qingfeng standing in front of him, he lowered his head and rushed towards his waist and abdomen. Mo Qingfeng had been on guard for a long time and immediately lowered his hands.

He lifted up the opponent's chin, then used his wrists to violently throw the middle-aged man out again.

"Uh, uh——"

The middle-aged man who was directly hit on the chin this time had trouble even opening his mouth to scream. He lay on the ground and struggled back and forth for a while before standing up holding the injury. After suffering twice, he finally saw clearly.

Knowing that he was no match for Mo Qingfeng, he stopped stepping forward.

"No, no, no! I'm not coming, I'm not coming. I'm leaving, leaving..."

Seeing Mo Qingfeng rub his wrist and come forward again, the middle-aged man took a few steps back, waved his hands to beg for mercy, turned around and ran away in embarrassment without looking back. But after turning his back to Mo Qingfeng,

He originally had a miserable face, but his eyes were filled with a trace of blood red filled with resentment.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man walked away and he was no longer around that Mo Qingfeng turned around, looked at Liu Sirui in front of him, and asked casually, "Are you okay? Who is he?"

"fine."

Liu Sirui simply squeezed out two words from her lips, but she seemed not to have heard the question behind Mo Qingfeng, and had no intention of answering. She just came to the edge of the pond again, stretched out her hand to splash water, and tried hard to

I want to pick up the clothes that were thrown into the pond.

"Plop——"

The sound of falling water suddenly sounded in Liu Sirui's ears, causing her expression to change slightly. Turning around, she saw Mo Qingfeng taking off his coat, jumping straight into the pond, towards the clothes floating in the middle of the pond.

, swim away quickly.

A hint of surprise quietly flashed across Liu Sirui's delicate face, and then gradually turned into a complex and tangled look.

St. Fe's Eton College, in front of the garden building of the girls' apartment.

Nalan Yunxiao and Tang Yating walked side by side until they came to the large iron gate of the garden building fence. They stopped walking, raised their heads and looked at each other. They were silent for a moment.

"Then I'm going in? Bye."

Tang Yating pursed her red lips slightly, raised her hand to gently brush the scattered bangs that fell in front of her forehead, tilted her head slightly, and waved slightly to Nalan Yunxiao.

"Wait a minute, Yating. That-"

But just when Tang Yating was about to turn around, Yun Xiao, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke in a hurry. After a pause, he asked tentatively: "What about what I said to you in the car just now?"

"I know, just let me think about it."

Tang Yating looked back at Yun Xiao with a raised eyebrow. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded in reply. She naturally knew that what Nalan Yunxiao said was the same as Liu Qingyi's previous suggestion, that she hoped that her father would find a job in Feisi Enterprise.

However, what is different from Liu Qingyi's attitude is that Nalan Yunxiao only suggested and simply hoped that Tang Yating's father would rely on his own abilities. What's more, Tang Yating also knew that she had offended Nalan Yanfeng more than once, even if she let her

When my father returns to the top, he may still be targeted by him again.

In an ordinary small company like Santa Fe, it would be difficult for him to accept Tang Hao under Nalan Yanfeng's advice. So after thinking about it, it seems that the only way for him to go to Fez Enterprise is to let his father go to Fez Enterprise.

"By the way, I heard that you seem to have gone to Qingyi's mother's company for an internship recently?"

"Hmm. Why, do you care about me?" Nalan Yunxiao's bright eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but stare at Tang Yating with a slight smile.

Tang Yating asked this. She originally wanted to ask more about Nalan Yunxiao to see if he was used to it or if he needed any help. But seeing how he was trying to push his limits, her thoughts changed and she wanted to speak out.

His words of concern were withdrawn again.

"Just ask, let's go."

Pouting her small mouth slightly in anger, Tang Yating tossed her long hair behind her shoulders, turned around and quickly walked into the girls' apartment building.

"What? Duplicity..."

Yun Xiao had sharp eyes, and just now he clearly saw a hint of concern in Tang Yating's beautiful eyes. He immediately curled his lips and muttered, but then seemed to think of something again, and a smile spread on his handsome face.

"Du-du--"

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated and rang. Yun Xiao quickly took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and after answering the call, he still smiled and asked: "Hey, Sister Niu, what's wrong?"

"Yun Xiao, I don't care where you are and what you are doing now. You must rush back to the personnel building of the raw materials department before five o'clock in the afternoon."

On the other end of the phone, Sister Niu's tone was unnecessarily tough, and she had no intention of asking anything. The smile on Yun Xiao's face gradually froze, and she came back to her senses after a moment, her handsome eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Sister Niu, yes

Didn't something happen?"

"President Jiang will come to our department in the afternoon to inspect the production situation. All current employees must be present. You are on personal leave from me and have not been reported to the superiors, so you must be there when the time comes."

"President Jiang? Which President Jiang?"

Sister Niu's words seemed extremely serious, but Nalan Yunxiao's inexplicable rhetorical question made her almost have the urge to drink water and spit it out.

"Ji Yunxiao, do you think I'm kidding you? Are you telling me that you are here to work and you don't know the president of the company, Jiang Hongxia?"

"Oh - I'm sorry, Sister Niu, I'm sorry, I will be there before five o'clock in the afternoon, I will be there!"

It wasn't until Niu Fang named him that Nalan Yunxiao remembered this name, which he usually didn't take to heart at all. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he apologized to Niu Fang again and again, fearing that the latter would accidentally notice it.

Something strange is coming.

"That's good, that's it."

Niu Fang took a deep breath before hanging up the phone. She frowned slightly and shook her head helplessly at Ji Yunxiao's cynical and undisciplined personality.

Xiangxiu Valley, foothills of Fengjun Mountain, where Feng Yuan lives.

Deep in the mountains, clouds and mist flow, haze disperses, and sunlight pours down through the thin curtain. Through this dense Xiangfei bamboo forest, it reflects the mottled light and shadow of stars on the bluestone path.

Walking slowly in this quiet place with the chirping of birds and insects, Murong Lei relaxed her whole body and breathed deeply and lightly from time to time. She couldn't help but feel that her whole body was refreshed and relaxed.

As we meandered forward with rustling leaves under our feet, in the middle of the bamboo forest, there was a small courtyard of a wooden house, which was set against the mountain scenery and looked beautiful and harmonious. And this small wooden house courtyard is the tenth residence of the clan garden.

One of them, "Feng Luan Residence", is also where Murong Zhiyao's boudoir is located.

"Aunt Lei is visiting, and Zhi Yao should come to greet her in person. But unfortunately Zhi Yao is currently in seclusion cultivating Qianxuncao, so it cannot be interrupted. If Aunt Lei wants to ask Zhi Yao for anything, just tell her in front of me."

Just when Murong Lei was about to step forward and gently push the door open into the courtyard, a curtain of emerald light suddenly appeared in front of the door, blocking it in front of the door. Immediately, Feng Luan came inside, and the girl's ethereal voice sounded like the sound of nature.

Echoed.

"good."

Murong Lei raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, but when the three words "Qianxuncao" fell into her ears, a hint of surprise quietly passed through her eyes. But at the moment, there were important things at hand, so she could only put down the worries first.

Out of curiosity, he turned to look seriously at Feng Luan's house.

"At the end of the day, Nalan Yu, who had rebelled against the clan and left for more than thirty years, suddenly and mysteriously appeared in Wangyue Pavilion, and activated the 'Cold Jade Glazed Platform', activating the clan defense formation. The cauldron bells in the clan rang, and the clan leader was helpless.

, the two elders and the mirror master can do nothing to him. The Supreme Elder is now in seclusion and ignores family affairs, so my aunt has no choice but to come to find you."

Murong Lei briefly explained the matter, but after the words fell, there was a brief silence. After about a while, Murong Zhiyao's slightly curious inquiry was heard again.

"Nalan Yu? Who is he? Since his surname is Nalan, why does Aunt Lei say that he has betrayed our clan?"

"This matter is a long story, and I don't know the specific details. But now there will be great chaos in the clan, and 'Yan You' is lost, and the Treasure Pavilion is burned. Although there is protection from the heavenly veins, I am worried that if there is no

With your help, no one in the Terror Clan will be able to accept Nalan Yu's 'Three Swords Agreement'."

With his slender brows furrowed, Murong Leifu simply stated the seriousness of the situation to Murong Zhiyao. But as for Nalan Yu's matter, because it had been so many years, even members of their clan knew about it.

Very little.

"Aunt Lei doesn't need to tell me so much. You should just tell me what you want Zhiyao to do, right?"

Seeing Murong Lei's attitude that seemed to be trying to convince her, Feng Yuan was staying inside, Murong Zhiyao raised her hand gently, her fingertips lightly touched the flowers on the jade cup, her eyes were slightly lowered, and the arc passed by turned into a trace of

The light "winds softly around the fingers", the halo of light flows vaguely, and the star shadows are mottled.

"Auntie hopes that your new palm, 'Shuyu', will turn into a 'Seven Color Black Crystal' within a month and be able to fight Nalan Yu on behalf of my Murong clan."

Murong Lei's solemn words fell. When Murong Zhiyao heard the words, her fingertip magic suddenly stopped. After a moment, she suddenly laughed and sighed like a silver bell——

"Aunt Lei thinks too highly of Zhi Yao. The Charming Sword 'Shu Yu' is one of the magic weapons of the ancient town clan, ranking fourth on the list of foreign objects floating in the sky. With Zhi Yao's meager strength, how can she control it easily?
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