Along the way, Su Ping'an was in a state of trepidation.

He rubbed his hands together, and some sweat broke out from his palms.

The face was both worried and joyful.

All kinds of moods are intertwined.

Qin Muran looked at Su Ping'an who was nervous in the passenger seat and smiled slightly: "Master Su, there is no need to be so nervous."

"I...I don't!"

Su Ping'an stammered back.

"Haha, it's okay, Su Moyan will understand you."

Qin Muran knew what Su Ping'an was worried about and comforted him.

"I hope!"

Su Ping'an sighed and showed a sad face.

He does have an indescribable secret.

But for the sake of Sichuan Province and even for the entire Xia Kingdom, he had to give up his small family.

Even if his wife dies, he can't take her to the last trip!

I wonder if Su Moyan would hate herself because of this.

After all, the death of his wife has a lot to do with him.

The journey to Zhuge's house is not long, only half an hour, but this half hour seems to have spent half a century for Su Ping'an.

This half-century mental journey made him not know how to face Su Moyan.

The car stopped and roared, and stopped in front of the Zhuge family's house.

Qin Muran looked at Su Ping'an who was stunned and in a daze, reminded him: "Master Su, we are here."

"ah?"

Su Ping'an came to his senses, then took off his seat belt and got out of the car.

Qin Muran opened the trunk, and Chen Hui was still in a coma.

He picked up Chen Hui with one hand and threw it on the ground.

"Ouch!"

Chen Hui was so disgusted that he was slowly awakened.

Ancient martial artists from the Zhuge family, who were the "crazy" generation, heard the sound and rushed over, but happened to see Qin Muran.

"Mr. Qin!"

They looked at Qin Muran respectfully.

Now, Qin Muran's status in the Zhuge family is transcendent.

Even Zhuge Qian had already said that seeing Qin Muran was like seeing her. The ancient martial artists of the Zhuge family naturally did not dare to underestimate Qin Muran.

"Where is the head of the Zhuge family?"

Qin Muran asked.

"The head of the family has not yet rested and is accompanying Miss Su in the living room."

Ancient martial artists of the Kuang generation said truthfully.

"Okay, now take us here, and this person will be carried over!"

Qin Muran glanced at Chen Hui on the ground and said lightly.

Ancient martial artists from the Kuang generation looked at Chen Hui, but found that Chen Hui had been killed with one arm and his hand had been destroyed. He was shocked.

I think that another person who is not afraid of death offended Qin Muran and ended up like this.

Qin Muran is a legendary powerful Qi Chong Realm, and he dares to attack him. Isn’t this the King of Hell hanging himself for a long time?

Since they are Qin Muran's enemies, they are naturally not polite.

It's just the time when they can show off.

Thinking of this, it’s not polite to take action among the Kuang generation.

They rudely picked up Chen Hui, and they didn't even want to carry him. They put his foot on Chen Hui's butt and shouted rudely: "Be honest, walk in by yourself!"

Chen Hui was in pain and wanted to attack, but he instantly became timid again when he met the ancient martial artist of the Kuang generation.

That look can eat people!

I could only walk inside honestly.

Qin Muran wanted to laugh when he saw this scene.

However, Su Ping'an was present. No matter what, Chen Hui was a disciple he taught step by step. If he was gloating like this, he seemed a little unkind.

"Master Su, let's go!"

Qin Muran looked at Su Ping'an and said.

Su Ping'an nodded.

Now he was relieved. Chen Hui's fate was his own fault. No matter what, Chu Yuntian's death was unrelated to him.

Qin Muran took Su Ping'an toward the living room.

At this time, the living room was brightly lit, and Su Moyan and Zhuge Qian were both here.

What happened today was a big blow to Su Moyan.

Zhuge Qian didn't know what to say, so she could only accompany Su Moyan.

Every year on Su Ping'an's birthday, Su Moyan only has endless grief.

This year is no exception.

Zhuge Qian sat aside and watched quietly.

Qin Muran and Su Ping'an came outside the door. He asked Su Ping'an to wait outside the door now, and he went in alone.

"Xiaoqian, Moyan."

Qin Muran looked at the two of them and said.

Hearing Qin Muran's voice, Su Moyan and Zhuge Qian turned around and looked.

"Brother Qin, are you back?"

"Well, there's something wrong with going out."

Qin Muran nodded.

"Moyan, why are you crying?"

Qin Muran asked when he noticed the tears left at the corners of Su Moyan's eyes and red eyes.

"No...it's okay!"

Su Moyan wiped her tears and said.

"Sister Su misses Uncle Su. It's like this every year."

Zhuge Qian explained.

"Xiaoqian!"

Su Moyan glared at Zhuge Qian.

"Sister Su, you can't do this every year. No one of us thinks about such a thing happening to Uncle Su. It's been more than ten years, and Uncle Su always has hope!"

Zhuge Qian said comfortingly.

Qin Muran looked at Su Moyan like this and couldn't help asking: "Moyan, if Master Su was still alive and would you hate him now when he appeared in front of you?"

Su Moyan didn't expect Qin Muran to ask this question, and suddenly he was stunned when asked: "I...I don't know."

"Why?"

"If he is alive, why don't he come back? My mother died because of his disappearance. I have been alone for so many years, why don't I come back to find me?"

Su Moyan said cryingly.

"If you have any difficulties, huh? What if you can't help yourself?"

Qin Muran continued to ask.

"Then I want to hear him explain it to me!"

Su Moyan said firmly.

"Brother Qin, do you have news about my dad?"

Su Moyan looked at Qin Muran, and the woman's intuition told herself that Qin Muran would not ask such a question for no reason.
To be continued...