"Smelly old man, you are acting hypocritical again. Our sister-in-law wants you to die!"

Mo Ling'er couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at Murong Zhen!

Disgusting old thing.

"My sister-in-law has already said that she is not Murong Qian. If you want to recognize your granddaughter, go find someone else. Don't rely on my sister-in-law!"

"It's so disgusting. A grandfather like you must have been unlucky for eight lifetimes!"

…

Mo Ling'er squandered her giant ax and stopped in front of her sister-in-law.

She wished she could chop this old thing into pieces with an axe.

"This is the young lady of my Black Ink Clan, not Murong Qian!" The wet nurse couldn't help but stand up and stared at Murong Zhen with a frown.

This old guy doesn't know how to appreciate praise!

The young lady has already spoken to that extent, and he is still acting like a grandpa, talking about his granddaughter.

Pooh……

shameless!

"Whether you die or not has nothing to do with me. On the contrary, if you die now, with the generosity of the Imperial College, someone will definitely arrange for someone to come out and collect your body!"

"As for Murong Mansion, whether it is destroyed or not has nothing to do with me, but if you die, it will definitely be destroyed even more completely!"

Mu Qianqian stared at Murong Zhen and said expressionlessly.

If you want to die, then go ahead!

Murong Zhen's pupils shrank violently!

No, impossible!

Girl Qianqian can't be so heartless.

How could she?

However, he could not see any relaxation on Mu Qianqian's face.

Determined, indifferent, ruthless, without a trace of nostalgia.

Murong Zhen's face turned pale...

His expression was broken, like a lost dog...

"Murong Qian, who is fostering in your Murong Mansion?"

Mu Qianqian struck while the iron was hot and asked again.

Murong Zhen's lips curved into a wry smile.

"I don't know who it is, but it is true that Murong Mansion will receive a batch of mysterious resources every once in a while."

"It was one winter, and there was heavy snow falling in the sky..."

Murong Zhen's thoughts drifted to a long, long time ago.

The infant baby appeared inexplicably at the head of his bed, with a space ring hanging around the child's neck.

The ring is filled with various elixirs and spiritual stones...

That was the Murong Mansion, the first time it came into contact with so many cultivation resources.

It was also from that time that the Murong Mansion gradually entered the public eye from an unknown third-rate family...

Murong Qian has been proud of her talent since she was a child, and Murong Ao saw the future of Murong Mansion in her.

And he raised her as his legitimate daughter!

Later, Murong Mansion received more and more resources, and Murong Qian's performance became more and more amazing.

Murong Mansion gradually gained a place in the imperial capital.

The human heart is always dissatisfied.

The more you get, the greater your greed will be.

He kept squeezing Murong Qian.

In order to let Murong Mansion climb to a higher position.

He was extremely strict with Murong Qian...

He even trumpeted his talent potential.

Looking at the entire Imperial Academy, there are only a few people who are at the peak of the Heavenly Level at the age of eighteen.

Sure enough, Murong Mansion received great attention, and more and more olive branches were thrown to it...

Thinking of the past glory of Murong Mansion, Murong Zhen's face showed annoyance and regret...

How did it become like this?

Murong Mansion, dead and injured, leaving him with old bones, helpless and helpless...

The prosperity he imagined was gone!

Murong Mansion is completely cold!

After Murong Zhen finished narrating, his shoulders dropped.

His eyes were confused and helpless, and he was no longer as energetic as before.

Mu Qianqian looked at the old man in front of her, unable to make any waves in her heart.

"If there's nothing else, you can leave. I will keep my promise and will not spread the news about Murong Qianyue's evildoers!"

Murong Zhen raised his head, his eyes filled with despair.

Is she really not his granddaughter Qian Qian?

The eyes are so similar!

Obviously he had already begged her in such a low voice!

…

Without her as the heir, Murong Mansion would be nothing.

What's the use of leaving him alone as an old man?

It's better to just die!

Murong Zhen's eyes changed, revealing a hint of determination and desolation.

"Qianqian, if you don't want grandpa, grandpa won't be able to live anymore. I just hope you can show some favor to Murong Mansion because of your past kindness!"

After Murong Zhen finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and slammed into the big tree in the courtyard...

hiss!

"Stop him quickly!"

Elder Qingyun's face turned pale with anger and he couldn't help shouting.

Old General Mu Ling's expression darkened, and his aura surged...

He turned into an afterimage and kicked Murong Zhen in the abdomen.

Under the huge force, Murong Zhen was kicked out on the spot.

With a bang, he fell hard to the ground.

Murong Zhen held his stomach and felt the severe pain in his internal organs.

puff……

A mouthful of blood spurted out again.

Old General Mu Ling did not intend to let him go just like this.

He was filled with a fierce and bloodthirsty aura, staring intently at Murong Zhen.

Do you want to die?

He fulfills him!

Mu Ling walked over step by step.

The powerful and terrifying aura all over his body was directed towards Murong Zhen on the ground.

Murong Zhen's pupils shrank, showing fear on his face.

This person is very powerful!

It is an existence that he cannot defeat!

A young general from the Shenyue Dynasty could have such a terrifying aura of strength...

He felt that the footsteps of death were approaching him.
To be continued...