The literary family in Kyoto is inside a huge house.

The old man from the Wen family sat on a sandalwood chair, next to him was a young woman of twenty-three or four. The young woman was very beautiful, and her eyes reflected an extremely powerful confidence and calmness, which could not make people equal her age.

Mr. Wen did not have much sadness on his face, and he did not look like someone who had suffered from the pain of losing his daughter.

"Ah Shu, will he come?" asked Mr. Wen.

"Yes!" The young woman only said one word, but her tone was very firm.

"Why?" asked Mr. Wen.

"Weakness." The young woman said two words.

"Ah Shu, are you talking about his weakness in character?" Wen Dao.

"Yes, this son is not worth worrying about. He was defeated by him before because I was careless. I didn't expect that there would be such a great man in the small place of Tsinghua and Peking University. This is because of his weakness. Today he is dead. Don't worry, father!" Mr. A Shu Chaowen smiled, and his smile was extremely confident, as if he was someone before.

"Ah Shu, this time it depends on you, and the Wen family will depend on you in the future. Apart from you, there is no one who has become a talent. Your brother Wen Bing is more powerful and has more courage than ordinary men. Your brother Wen Qing is cowardly and incompetent, timid and afraid of things. Although he is interesting, he is embarrassed by the great responsibility and cannot bear the dominance of the Wen family. He just feels wronged, Ah Shu..." Mr. Wen said, with a hint of relief on his face.

"The affairs of the Wen family are mine. Father, my body and skin, although it is not due to your two elders, my spirit is ultimately given by you. I know my responsibility to share honor and disgrace with the Wen family. I will assist my younger brother, hoping that he can truly grow up." The young woman was particularly respectful, with a hint of love in her eyes, and there was a hint of heartache for this 70-year-old man.

"Ah Father, have the blood slave been fed?" Ah Shu said.

"This time I was very full. I used to feed him five points. I had been feeding him seven points. I hope this time it will come in handy." Mr. Wen said.

"I think if there is a blood slave in charge, this young man has three heads and six arms, and he can't escape. Besides, there are 12 masters in the yard. I'm asking for a blood slave just in case, and it may not be useful." The young woman said.

"Where are the 12 masters? Are there not only eight masters in charge of the Wen family?" Old Master Wen said in a little puzzled manner.

"Ah Father only knows eight wastes, such as splitting mountains, breaking waves, covering the sky, and dying the earth. Do you know that Liao Wuhen, Shaqima, Ou Ruofeng, and Xue Wuhen are eight wastes? If it were just a few of them, it would not be enough to get stuck in the teeth. Except for the eight of them, each of me, the four masters, is at the level of a master, and can stand alone if you take it out. They were once famous in the world, tired of martial arts struggles, and lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests. Now that they are out, they just come in handy." Ah Shu said with a smile.

"The eight masters of the Wen family are not attracted to your eyes. Who are your four masters?" Mr. Sun became more and more confused. Ah Shu has been by her side these days. When have she done so many things? Why do she know nothing?

"Don't worry, my father, if it weren't for sure, I wouldn't dare to make a promise with you." A Shu smiled, as if nothing was about to be born, and it was impossible to see that it was the prelude to the storm.

"Hey, I pity you are just a daughter. You are the one who reassures Ah Father the most. OK, with your words, Ah Father will be relieved..." The old man wanted to say something, but Ah Shu stopped him.

"Ah Father, you are too tired and too upset recently. Don't worry about sleeping peacefully. Set the alarm at around 3:00 a.m. I guess there will be a good show at that time and I will never disappoint Ah Father. I still have some details to arrange, good night, father." Ah Shuyan stood up after standing up, and they walked outside.

When Mr. Wen saw Uncle's back, he nodded and praised, shook his head and sighed, half open his mouth, a pair of dead fish eyes, endless vicissitudes.

Murong family mansion.

Murong Huwei sat on a wide long bench and sighed in the yard to the stars in the sky.

"Sir, it's getting late, it's time for you to rest in peace. It's already past one o'clock in the morning." Murong Zuer sat on the small chair next to her to comfort her.

"How could I sleep? This is the last seedling of the Wu family." Murong Hu frowned.

"Don't worry, my father, that boy is a ghost. Every time he suffered a great disaster, he would have turned the risk into a barrage. Auspicious people have their own appearance. No matter how worried or not you are, he is fine. Sleep, father!" Murong Zuer persuaded again. In fact, she was even more worried than Murong Hu. In the days without Wu Fan, she always felt empty and didn't know what it felt. She really wanted to see that boy and beat him up.

"Silly kid, do you think I'm worried about his global wanted business? Don't you know what happened yesterday?" Murong Hu said.

"My father, you are talking about Wu Fan's adoptive father and adoptive mother in the countryside. We have tried our best to find it, but there is no trace. All the clues about them were cut off. Did that kid hide them?" Murong Zuer said.

"It's definitely not that boy hid them. That boy couldn't take care of himself. He had time to arrange these things, and he was so hidden that he must have been kidnapped." Murong Hu said.

"Oh, I understand. Based on my understanding of Wu Fan, this time it is indeed very dangerous. This kid is too concerned about love and friendship. If he falls into the opponent, the situation will not be optimistic." Joey Yung said.

"And her adoptive father and mother are likely to fall into the hands of the Wen family!" Murong Hu said.

"What? In the hands of the Wen family?"

"Crack!" Murong Zuer's hand suddenly shook, and the tea in her hand fell to the ground.

"Hey, damn girl, it seems that you care more about that brat than dad. You're here to comfort me."

"My father, what should I do? Wu Fan killed Miss Wen's eldest son. That was the hope of the revival of the Wen family. Now that he was caught by someone, how could he spare Wu Fan? He must be dead. Why didn't I think of this level? Just take his parents over earlier. Oh, Mr. Father, I was careless. You have been in seclusion for so long, and I have messed up the matter. I am really sorry to my father." Murong Zuer looked full of self-blame.

"Now it is a global wanted warrant. I cannot take action to protect him openly, otherwise the crime of deceiving the king will not be a joke," Murong Hu said.

"Sir, why don't I take action!" Murong Zuer said.

"You are just a burden. If you are, things will be even more complicated. It is already very messy. Remember, you must not leave the house within three days. No matter what happens outside, if someone comes to me in these three days, you will say that I will advance and leave the customs after the three days." After that, Murong Hu stood up, stepped on the ground with his feet, and a strange figure flew onto the beam of the room, and disappeared in an instant.

"Father, father..." Murong Zuer said as he looked at the afterimage of Murong Hu's departure. It seemed that his father was much better than before. If he really secretly fell in love with Wu Fan, he would have nothing to do. Joey Yung was relieved.
Chapter completed!