"We Xun'er, recently practicing the martial arts given by the royal family of the Tianfu. If we can go to the competition place, we will definitely win glory for the Shenxuan."

Mu Sheng painted the bright red elixir hand, shook the glass cup slightly, and looked at everyone with a smile.

Lu Qiong took over the conversation, "The old man attaches great importance to Miss Xun'er and believes in the royal family's martial arts."

"Xun'er, why don't you thank all elders?" Mu Sheng raised his eyebrows and said.

Ye Xun'er was flattered and full of surprise. She sat in a wheelchair and gave a gift with her slender upper body.

"Xun'er will do her best to live up to what you expect!"

At this point, there was laughter and joy.

Old Wei Yuan's gray eyes were shining, his tone was quite flattering, and he said with a point of view: "Prince Mu had to say a few good words to us when he saw the powerful and powerful family of the Tianfu royal family."

"That's natural." Mu Sheng smiled.

Although everyone has different thoughts, they are harmonious.

Mu Sheng curled his lips and looked at the elders. He had already had a lot of energy in Chaoyang Hall.

"Prince Mu! Han Yuefeng has sent someone!" The guards of You Pavilion arrived in a hurry and said respectfully.

When Mu Sheng heard the three words Han Yuefeng, he frowned and felt a bad premonition.

Immediately, the guards came in with a plump and huge red spirit chicken, breaking the joyful atmosphere of Youge Pavilion.

"Didn't you see all the elders here? Why did you bring such bad things?" Mu Sheng gritted his teeth, his face turned black immediately, and he shouted suddenly.

Among the thousands of animals, the one she hates the most and fears the most is the spirit chicken. When she sees it, she feels chills and gets goose bumps all over her body.

The guard looked at Mu Sheng and reposted the words of the guard Han Yuefeng in embarrassment: "This was sent by Miss Ye, a disciple of the star-killing star. It is said that there were two, one placed in the Chaoyang Hall to remind the disciples of the courtyard to practice. This one was used to remind the priests to copy Buddhist scriptures. They also said that they were afraid that the people in the world would misunderstand that the priests would abuse the spirit beasts, so they asked the priests to use this spirit chicken to prove it to the world..."

Mu Sheng's face became increasingly ugly, and the guard's voice became less and less. Looking at Mu Sheng with a ferocious face, he swallowed in fear.

"Prince Mu, what should I do to deal with this? Do you want to throw it out?" the guard asked nervously.

"Bang!"

Mu Sheng's wine glass hit the table, and his mood was filled with endless haze.

"I'll throw it out now!" The guard was about to run out with the spirit chicken.

"return!"

Mu Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Stay in Youge."

Ye Chuyue's move was a deviant sword, and it was sinister and vicious, and she had no reason to refuse. She had to serve a chicken with delicious food and drink. She was so angry that she thought about it.

"mother……"

Ye Xun'er curled her lips and looked at the chicken in the guard's hand in disgust.

Mu Sheng's skin twitched a few times, endured his surging emotions, and forced himself to accept this damn chicken!

Around the table, the respected elders held wine glasses, neither drinking nor leaving. The expressions on their faces were unpredictable and wonderful, and they all looked at the chickens making sharp screams indescribable words.

I have to say that Ye Chuyue’s methods are really cruel to kill people!

After this incident, Mu Sheng was indifferent and was in the mood to talk and laugh with everyone.

But she lay back in the room, tossed and turned, and then closed her eyes and fell asleep for a while, the sound of the rooster crowing sounded.

Mu Sheng was reluctant and had to go to Chaoyang Hall to copy Buddhist scriptures in public, performing the ceremony of three kneelings and nine bowings.

What made Mu Sheng even more crazy was that in the huge Chaoyang Hall, Ye Chuyue, Leng Qingshuang and others appeared in a refreshing mood, especially Yan Nanji, who was holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

Chu Yue looked at Mu Sheng with a smile, "Prince Mu, I haven't seen you for a day, like three autumns later, my disciples miss you very much."
Chapter completed!