It's just that other people can't see all her actions clearly!

The crowd was still grieving.

In the distance, anxious sounds came one after another.

"What's going on? What happened?"

"Father!!" Mu Ningran turned his head, looked at a tall figure walking from a distance, and lowered his head slightly. "Father, it was my daughter's lack of skills that prevented me from rescuing my brother."

The person who came was none other than Mu Ningran’s adoptive father: Mu Zhenjiang.

at the moment.

Mu Zhenjiang walked through the crowd and looked at the man who fell to the ground and seemed to have lost his breath.

The seven-foot-long body suddenly paused.

At this moment, Mu Zhenjiang's fingertips were getting cold.

He walked with legs that were like lead.

Come step by step.

Wait for Weiwei to squat on the ground.

He closed his eyes and his body trembled slightly.

Mu Zhenjiang asked: "What's going on? Isn't the young master recuperating in the yard? Why did he run out in good condition?"

"Yes... it's the young masters of the Nalan and Ming families. They invited the young master to fight with beasts. Then the young master brought out the lion that the eldest lady had just contracted for him. Unexpectedly, just after the fight, the lion turned out to be...

He went crazy and wanted to bite the young master. The young master was frightened, and then the old disease relapsed."

"Damn it—" Mu Zhenjiang clenched his fists, gritted his teeth secretly, and let out a low growl.

"The Nalan family, the Ming family, I and you are irreconcilable..."

Mu Zhenjiang's eyes were cold.

Beside him, Mu Ningran's eyes quickly flashed with a proud light!

"Ningran, go back to the Mu family. From now on, you will only have one child." Mu Zhenjiang sighed.

"Well! Father, don't worry, I will definitely honor you. Don't worry too much."

Mu Zhenjiang let out a long sigh.

Immediately.

His hand moved slightly.

From the space he carried, a golden nanmu coffin was immediately released.

This fine golden nanmu coffin was made by Master Mu San once when he was almost incapacitated.

As a result, no one died that time.

The coffin was left idle.

All this time, he was thrown into a corner of his own space by Mu Zhenjiang.

At this moment, he looked at his son who had completely lost his breath.

Mu Zhenjiang took action and opened the coffin lid.

I want to put him in.

Yue Xiaoye kept tilting her head, watching all this.

Others may not be able to see it.

However, under the guidance of Yue Qingchen in the past two years, Yue Xiaoye, whose level of medicine and poisoning has already become unmatched by ordinary people, has already seen clearly.

I heard they wanted to customize a coffin.

Yue Xiaoye couldn't help but frown tightly.

Why throw this little brother into a coffin?

This little brother is obviously not dead!

"My little brother is not dead yet. Do you want to lock this little brother in a coffin?"

Yue Xiaoye's voice was clear and soft.

In this somewhat silent crowd, it suddenly seemed very abrupt.

As soon as the sound came out.

The people on the side could not help but turn their heads and look over.

When I saw that the person speaking was actually a little boy who looked about five years old.

The crowd was all stunned.

Mu Zhenjiang lowered his head and looked at the child.

Just think that he is ignorant.

Not prepared to pay attention.

Just keep taking action.

"You can't nail him into the coffin! If you really nail him into the coffin, he will really be dead!" Yue Xiaoye's eyes suddenly widened, she suddenly raised her steps and rushed forward.

He walked over and threw himself on the coffin.

This time, Mu Zhenjiang couldn't bear it anymore.

"Whose bastard! Do you have a tutor?" Mu Zhenjiang, who was already angry, couldn't help it and let out an angry curse!

Crowds of people are also pointing and pointing——

The dead are the greatest.

This little kid is actually doing this to the deceased and the coffin!

There are really no rules!

Waves of accusations came from all around.

Yue Xiaoye lowered her head.

The little face was full of grievances.

but.

Even though he was aggrieved, he still didn't forget to lie down beside the coffin and kept telling him——

"You really can't nail him in the coffin!"

Mu Zhenjiang could no longer control himself.

It seemed that he wanted to pick up the child and teach him a lesson.

at this time.

From behind him, a white figure suddenly passed by.

A breath stopped Mu Zhenjiang from grabbing Yue Xiaoye's hand.

"Sir, you are already so old, but you are still so fussy with a child. Are you sorry?"

At this moment, Mu Zhenjiang's face turned red.

His eyes were almost filled with anger.

He stared at Yue Qingchen.

"Go away - he is disrespectful to my son! He needs to be taught a lesson!"

"Disrespectful? I think you are ungrateful!" Yue Qingchen's face showed a hint of ridicule.

Her voice was cold.

It crashed to the ground with a clang.

The aura emanating from his body was frightening.

Mu Zhenjiang has never seen this woman before.

I have never seen a woman with such a powerful aura.

His eyes narrowed.

That upright face with Chinese characters was full of anger.

"What do you mean?"

Yue Qingchen came slowly and pulled Yue Xiaoye away from the coffin.

"He is obviously saving your son, but you feel that he is disrespectful to you! Xiaoye, have you seen it? You have reminded me three times, but it only lasts three times. Since people don't accept your kindness, forget it."

When Mu Zhenjiang heard the sound, his eyes were about to split.
To be continued...