"Yes, I'm worried about you!"

"These people are not worthy of your action, they are not worthy!"

Mu Qianqian nodded, holding someone's big hand tightly with her soft little hands.

If the price of punishing everyone in the Ning Mansion is to hurt himself, then don't do this!

"Okay, just listen to Qian Qian!"

Mo Yan held the girl's little hand with his backhand, and the soft touch made him feel good, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl.

This smile, with a resplendent appearance, captivates the heart and soul!

One second he was a devil, and the next second he seemed to have lost his danger and fierceness and became gentle and harmless.

The difference between before and after is like two different people!

"However, some people can be let go, and some people must die!"

Mo Yan raised his head suddenly, his tone suddenly changed, and his phoenix eyes stared at Old Prime Minister Ning who was lying on the ground and did not dare to move.

"I said, whoever bullies you will end up dead!"

After Mo Yan finished speaking, his mental power suddenly stabbed Old Prime Minister Ning.

The old prime minister, who was trembling on the ground, screamed, his body violently convulsed and convulsed uncontrollably, and then he was bleeding from all his orifices, and his eyes were blurred. Within a few seconds, he would die without resting in peace!

The dignified prime minister was killed in front of everyone!

However, no one present dared to say a word.

Everyone who before was still sighing that Old Prime Minister Ning was pitiful and angry and admiring his methods, now all turned into cowering turtles.

One by one, they retreated into their turtle shells, not daring to let any of their emotions out.

If you say kill, kill!

The man in front of me is simply a murderer!

However, the power behind this person is so powerful that even His Majesty today is afraid of wooing him.

If they offend him, wouldn't they be as cool as the Prime Minister?

Everyone in the Ning Mansion was lying on the ground, not daring to express their anger.

fear!

Trembling fear from the soul!

So much so that when Old Prime Minister Ning died, no one from the clan came forward to show off their relationship with him.

Mu Qianqian watched all this indifferently.

When disaster strikes, everyone flees.

She can understand their thoughts, but that doesn't mean she agrees with their actions.

In her eyes, these tribesmen are selfish, indifferent, and have no blood or family ties.

Although Ning is an old man, there is some truth in it.

These people were protected by the old prime minister Yu Yin, and they were not grateful at all.

Now Prime Minister Ning is dead.

Without the support of his big tree, Ning Mansion would almost collapse.

How you live your life in the future depends on your ability.

Mu Qianqian turned back to look at Old General Mu, only to see Mu Zhantian and Mu Jingyu closely guarding him on the left and right.

If General Mu encounters something unexpected one day, she believes that these two people will risk their lives to stand up for him.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

Mo Yan narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the people on the ground.

Just like Qian Qian said, they are not worthy of him taking action!

As if they had received an amnesty, everyone in the Ning Mansion hurriedly got up from the ground and tried to escape.

"Wait a minute, take away the body of Old Prime Minister Ning!"

General Mu frowned and shouted coldly.

Old Man Ning was indifferent and selfish, so the people he raised were disgraced.

He probably never dreamed that after so many years of glory in the court, when he died, there would be no one to collect his body!

"Okay, it's all gone, go and do what you have to do!" General Mu waved his hand and said expressionlessly.

Everyone turned around and went back to their homes, closing the door to block the outside view.

Mo Yan, who was in the wheelchair, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, which was shocking against his pale face.

Mo Ling'er and Mr. Wen both panicked and immediately gathered around.

Wen Lao felt Mo Yan's pulse with one hand, and his face was frighteningly gloomy.

"Mr. Wen, how's it going? Brother, is he okay?" Mo Ling'er's charming little face was full of eager worry.

Mu Qianqian stood aside and frowned when she saw that Mo Yan was visibly weakened.

"It's not good. Young Master, this time it seems to be more serious than last time." Mr. Wen shook his head and frowned into the Chinese character "Chuan".

When Mo Ling'er heard this, her face fell instantly.

Worse than last time!

Last time, Brother Mo Yan stayed in bed for more than a month.

It's still serious, isn't that...

The more Mo Ling'er thought about it, the scarier it became, and she felt extremely guilty.

It's all my fault for not being able to stop the young master's brother.

"What's going on with Mr. Mo's body?" General Mu on the side couldn't help but ask.

In his eyes, Mo Yan was so powerful.

Even if the soul was injured and became more fragile than before, it was still not as fragile as the two of them said.

"Old General Mu, you don't know something. My young master has a problem that was brought up from his mother's womb."

"Although he is powerful, as long as he is injured, his body will become extremely weak..."

"Shut up!"

Before Mr. Wen finished speaking, he was stopped by Mo Yan in the wheelchair with a cold voice.

Mu Qianqian looked at the tired but gloomy man and couldn't help but worry: "Are you okay? How about I push you back to your room to have a rest?"

Mo Yan's face turned dark.

He wanted to say that he was fine, but he couldn't help but feel sleepy, forcing him to nod.

This body is really...

Mo Yan secretly hated this body for being useless.

hold on……

As long as the time comes, he can get rid of this broken body...

Before Mu Qianqian could push Mo Yan back to the room, he had already fallen asleep in the wheelchair.

Mu Zhantian helped the person to lie down on the bed.

The violent Mo Ling'er was already beside him, feeling extremely distressed, with a pair of big eyes full of water.

Mu Qianqian put her plain white hand on Mo Yan's pulse, frowning from time to time.

Seeing her like this, Mu Jingyu couldn't help but curl his lips and complained secretly in his heart.

He acted so impressively that he thought he was a doctor!

"What did Qian Qian find out?"

He was feeling quite heavy at first, but when he saw his granddaughter checking for her pulse, General Mu couldn't help but joke.

The little man stood by the bed, frowning and checking for his pulse. It was really funny.

"The pulse is very weak, it seems to be there but not there!" Mu Qianqian replied seriously.

puff……

Mu Jingyu burst into laughter.

Is this still necessary?

Even a fool can see that Young Master Mo is very weak.

Isn't it just that I'm weak? My face is so weak that I'm pale, and I feel like I'm out of breath when I'm lying on the bed.

"Is there any way to deal with his situation? Is there any medicine for him?"

Mu Qianqian ignored someone's laughter and looked at Mr. Wen seriously.

Mr. Wen shook his head: "Except for the Soul Condensing Pill, nothing else is of any use. I basically rely on it to heal myself."

"It's a pity that the Soul Condensing Pill I brought with me when I went out this time has already been fed to the young master."

The high-grade soul-condensing pill family has been exhausted, and the low-grade ones are as useless to the young master.

"What about the soul-condensing pill? Are there any herbs?"

"Ah? Young Madam, what do you want?" Mr. Wen was confused by the question and looked at Mu Qianqian blankly.

Do you want to play with herbs?

"I still have two pairs of herbs in my hand. How about giving them to Madam for you to play with?" Mr. Wen hesitated.
Chapter completed!