The elevator door slowly opened, and then Murong Qingzhen opened his eyes in surprise.
There was only silence in his ears, and in his eyes there was only the figure with flowing clothes surrounded by people.
Weird silver-white shoulder-length hair, a slightly decadent and coldly beautiful face, slightly purple thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line, long, dark-waved red phoenix eyes...
Although it was only the first time he saw her, his heart seemed to be hit hard by something suddenly, and without a clue, he lost his previous calmness and self-control.
He looked at his father with questions in his eyes, as if he wanted to get an answer from him. However, when he saw his father, he also had a look of shock on his face.
Murong Yuanhong's expression was even weirder than that of his own son. He looked straight at the man who appeared in front of him and was pointed at his head with an elite pistol by his men. For the first time, he was in his own world.
It has lost its former domineering and heroic spirit.
Behind the silver-haired man is Bai Yanbing.
He seemed to want to say something, but was stopped by the silver-haired man.
"We are here, where are the things?" The silver-haired man seemed to completely ignore the opponents who had been prepared in front of him. His attitude was arrogant and he didn't even look at anyone when he spoke.
Murong Yuanhong suddenly became angry, and he shouted: "If you want something from me, you have to see if you have the fate!"
As he spoke, without waiting for him to make a gesture, dozens of masters who had already prepared their defenses all fired bullets with their guns.
A pistol with a silencer still makes a muffled sound when fired at close range.
Murong Qingzhen watched helplessly as the bullets flew out in a straight line, but when the man in white stretched out his hand and flicked it, the magical powder fell to the ground.
The ground was covered with gold, and he was unscathed.
Everyone in the Murong family looked pale. In shock and fear, no one fired rashly.
The man in white walked towards the direction where Murong Qingzhen and Mrs. Murong were. Bai Yanbing behind him seemed to have a puzzled look. But he didn't say anything until he took a closer look at Murong Qingzhen's eyes, and then his color changed slightly.
"Murong Qingzhen! Is it you?!!!"
Seeing that his identity had been revealed, Murong Qingzhen simply tore off the human skin mask on his face and said with a proud smile: "Yes, it's me."
As expected, his arrogance chilled the white flames. Just as he moved, the silver-haired man easily reached out to stop him.
"Yan Bing, this shouldn't be like this. You have to know that he is your junior brother."
"What?" Bai Yanbing and Murong Qingzhen said these two words in unison with each other's eyes wide open.
"I said, you are my Qin Ge's son, that is, Yan Bing's junior brother. Otherwise, why do you think you didn't die of poisoning? Qingzhi, do you want to doubt my words?"
Murong Qingzhen stared blankly at the silver-haired man in front of him. Although he wanted to deny what he said at the first moment, but... However, even though he only glanced at it a few times, the chill in his heart became more and more serious.
The icy coolness had been drilling up from the soles of his feet, bit by bit, quietly seeping into every pore of his. It was a magical feeling, an indescribable thing - only blood connection
The feeling that can only exist between people who are connected.