The second elder wanted to say something more, but Mo Sheng suddenly straightened up, his face darkened, and his tone was cold, "Since I am the clan leader, do I still need to report my affairs to you?"
"You..." The second elder was stunned. He didn't expect his face to change so quickly.
Mo Sheng stood up, glanced at them one by one with his sinister eyes, and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Elders, it's time for you to take care of yourself. If you want to enter the coffin safely, you'd better do what I say in the future.
Do it!"
"You, you, you..." Everyone's expressions changed drastically. How could they bear such arrogant words? But as long as they thought of the unsolved curse, no matter how much indignation they felt, they could only grit their teeth and swallow it.
Mo Sheng turned his face lazily and put his hands in his pockets, "Second Elder, is the genealogy of the Mo family in your old man's house?"
The second elder held back his anger and said "Yeah".
"I want to take a look."
The second elder looked at each other and asked tentatively, "Why do you want to read the genealogy?"
Mo Sheng looked back, and the arc of the sneer on his lips continued to grow, "Are you old and deaf? I just said that I don't need to report anything to you!"
The second elder turned livid with anger. Under the persuasion of others, he suppressed his anger, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.
After a short time, he took out the Mo family tree wrapped in yellow cloth and held it out respectfully. The elders on both sides also lowered their heads and showed their respect. The second elder put the thing in front of Mo Sheng with displeasure in his words.
, "This is the genealogy that the patriarch wants to see."
Mo Sheng nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad."
He took it with one hand, and then tore open the yellow cloth. Inside was an ancient family album nailed with gold thread. The paper was slightly yellowish. Mo Sheng flipped through it casually, flipping through the pages, feeling distressed.
The second elder and others frowned.
When he turned to the page he was looking for, he immediately looked at it attentively and followed each line. It seemed that he didn't find what he wanted. He frowned in confusion and looked over again, but still didn't find it.
. He closed the family tree, stared at the second elder, and pointed at it, "Why is there no Mojia's name on it?"
The second elder was startled, his expression was unexpected for a moment, and then he immediately replied, "This genealogy will only be revised in sixty years, which means that the unfilial son has not yet been recorded."
"The sixty-year major revision?" Mo Sheng sneered, opened one of the pages, and pointed at it, "Then why is there my name? Even your incompetent grandson who only knows how to molest female subordinates has it, but he actually knows it.
Without him?!"
The second elder's face froze, and his eyes subconsciously avoided, "This..."
At this time, someone answered on his behalf, "That's because Mojia has had a different meaning since he was born. He is called the savior of the entire clan, and he can no longer be completely regarded as one of our clansmen. That's why... he doesn't have his name.
.”
When the second elder heard this, he quickly nodded, "Yes, that's it."
"The savior of the whole clan?" Mo Sheng raised his eyebrows and snorted disdainfully, "It seems that you all regard him as a god!"
Everyone was silent, and the second elder quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Mo Sheng threw the family tree to him again, "It's better not to have him, so I don't have to take out his name again."
Seeing him going upstairs, the second elder breathed a sigh of relief and then rewrapped the family tree.
Someone from behind asked in a low voice, "Mo Sheng...did you find something?"
He shook his head, "Probably not." Then, he glanced back as a warning, "No one should mention this matter again!"
"Yes." Everyone nodded, and the interests and interests were tacitly understood.
Mo Sheng walked slowly upstairs, and when he passed by Yan Xihua's room, he stopped again.
He lowered his eyes, paused for a few seconds, then turned around and left.
In the room, Yan Xihua was trembling all over and her face was very pale. She raised her hands tremblingly and saw that something seemed to be flowing through her blood vessels. She was so frightened that she quickly put her hands down and closed her eyes, not daring to look anymore.
The coldness in her stomach was already torturing her as if she was about to die. Apart from drinking the poison, there was no other way to warm her body.
Gritting her teeth, she stared at her belly.
Damn it, it clearly said that it would not put itself in danger. But why is it so painful?
Supporting herself on the edge of the bed, she struggled to get up. Her belly was as heavy as an iron ball. She looked at the door tangledly, hesitated, and finally walked towards the door. When she came to Mo Sheng's room, she raised her hand and just
About to knock, there was another slight pause. But at this moment, the door was opened. Seeing the person inside, Yan Xihua narrowed her beautiful eyes and passively opened her mouth, "I..."
Mo Sheng didn't say anything, but turned sideways to let her in.
Yan Xihua lowered her head and walked in slowly.
After pouring her a glass of hot water, he sat across from her and said, "I don't want to talk about anything except this child."
Yan Xihua was not as hostile as before, but she was a little confused, "Why do you care about him so much?"
Mo Sheng's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly, "Do you want me to give up?"
She clenched the cup in her hand, her eyes slightly lowered, and there was an imperceptible throbbing. After a long time, she said, "Give up."
"The reason." He did not relax and pressed forward step by step.
Yan Xihua bit her lip and shook her head, "I can't say."
"Then there's nothing to talk about." He stood up to leave, but Yan Xihua raised her head suddenly, "Don't leave!"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, even she was stunned and lowered her head in embarrassment.
Evil beasts have been stationed in her body, and she is tortured by physical and mental fears all the time. She cannot be alone, she will be wandering and at a loss. At this time, she especially wants to be comforted by others.
Even if it's just one sentence.
Mo Sheng lowered his head, stared at her with narrowed eyes, taking in all the complicated emotions on her face, and said in a slightly self-deprecating tone, "Even I can't believe that I care about this child.
"
Yan Xihua raised her head slowly, her eyes sparkling, "You... do you really care about... our children?"
Mo Sheng looked away, and after a while he responded, "Yeah."
Yan Xihua bit her lip so hard that it almost bled, "Why are you telling me now?"
He didn't answer, but said softly, "Perhaps, with him here, our relationship will improve." After glancing at her, he turned and walked out.
improve……
Yan Xihua murmured and repeated, without any warning, a feeling of regret came into her heart.