"Master Mu, this seems to be against the rules." Someone couldn't help but said.
A trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed in his deep black eyes, and Duanmu Xiu's palm immediately pressed on the soft sword at his waist.
"What if I have this." Mu Yang slowly took out a golden token from his arms and held it majestically. Under the shining sun, he saw the words "I am here in person" engraved on the token.
, as soon as everyone saw the token, they immediately retreated, knelt down on one knee respectfully, and shouted: "Long live my king!"
After they finished shouting, they heard the sound of a carriage driving away.
11111
The Wu clan is mysterious and ancient. They have been passed down from generation to generation and are used by the royal family. They have gone through countless changes of dynasties, but they are still valued and reused by each royal family.
However, since the emergence of the National Preceptor, the Wu Clan has gradually been ignored by the royal family, but they still have a certain degree of decision-making power. Although the Wu Clan does not want to compete with the National Preceptor, the National Preceptor has always regarded the Wu Clan as a thorn in the side and wants to drive them away.
Why does the National Preceptor hate the Wu Clan so much and must want to eradicate him? Everyone thinks that the National Preceptor wants to monopolize power and the Wu Clan is a stumbling block for him. Of course, he must deal with it quickly, but is this really the case? Only in his heart can he
clear.
"Our elders are in retreat and don't see visitors." Duanmu Xiu and Mu Yang asked to see the elders, but were turned away by the guards.
"Senior Sister Yan Xue, please inform me that we really have something very important to ask the elder for." Mu Yang was so anxious that he was sweating.
"Senior sister, I can't bear it. Mu Yang, you should know that you are not qualified to see our elders. She will not see you. You should go back." Yan Xue glanced at him with disdain.
Those who are national teachers are their enemies.
"Senior sister, can we not talk about grudges today? We are here today because we really need help from your elders on something very important. They are not from the National Preceptor. They can see your elders." Mu Yang stepped aside and said,
Let her see clearly the person who came to see the elder.
Yan Xue glanced at Duanmu Xiu, then fixed her eyes on the person in his arms, and then said coldly: "Bring a dead person to see our elders? What do you mean?"
"She's not dead." Before Mu Yang could speak, low and firm words came out of Duanmu Xiu's thin lips.
"She doesn't even have a heart. What is she if she isn't a dead person?" Yan Xue was stunned by his firm tone and then sneered.
"I'll say it again, she's not dead, she's just asleep." His slender fingers caressed Xiahou Xiyue's elastic cheeks, his eyes looking down at her were full of pity, and his tone was as soft as if he was worried about what would happen.
It made people feel sad to startle the person in his arms, but the murderous intention emanating from his body made Mu Yang feel frightened.
"Sister, please stop talking. We are here just to find your elders to save her." Mu Yang hurriedly stopped Yan Xue before she could speak. She added that Xiahou Xiyue is a dead person and Duanmu Xiu will definitely take action.
I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome by then.
"You are kidding, she doesn't even have a heart, how can she be saved?" Yan Xue exclaimed in shock.
"We are serious." Mu Yang said patiently and seriously.
"Mu Yang, are you here to cause trouble? Don't bully others too much. We Wu Clan are not afraid of your national master." Yan Xue thought they were here to humiliate them, and she calmed down and said loudly. "Master Mu, this doesn't seem right.
It complies with the rules." Someone couldn't help but said.
A trace of bloodthirsty murderous intent flashed in his deep black eyes, and Duanmu Xiu's palm immediately pressed on the soft sword at his waist.
"What if I have this." Mu Yang slowly took out a golden token from his arms and held it majestically. Under the shining sun, he saw the words "I am here in person" engraved on the token.
, as soon as everyone saw the token, they immediately retreated, knelt down on one knee respectfully, and shouted: "Long live my king!"
After they finished shouting, they heard the sound of a carriage driving away.
11111
The Wu clan is mysterious and ancient. They have been passed down from generation to generation and are used by the royal family. They have gone through countless changes of dynasties, but they are still valued and reused by each royal family.
However, since the emergence of the National Preceptor, the Wu Clan has gradually been ignored by the royal family, but they still have a certain degree of decision-making power. Although the Wu Clan does not want to compete with the National Preceptor, the National Preceptor has always regarded the Wu Clan as a thorn in the side and wants to drive them away.
Why does the National Preceptor hate the Wu Clan so much and must want to eradicate him? Everyone thinks that the National Preceptor wants to monopolize power and the Wu Clan is a stumbling block for him. Of course, he must deal with it quickly, but is this really the case? Only in his heart can he
clear.
"Our elders are in retreat and don't see visitors." Duanmu Xiu and Mu Yang asked to see the elders, but were turned away by the guards.
"Senior Sister Yan Xue, please inform me that we really have something very important to ask the elder for." Mu Yang was so anxious that he was sweating.
"Senior sister, I can't bear it. Mu Yang, you should know that you are not qualified to see our elders. She will not see you. You should go back." Yan Xue glanced at him with disdain.
Those who are national teachers are their enemies.
"Senior sister, can we not talk about grudges today? We are here today because we really need help from your elders on something very important. They are not from the National Preceptor. They can see your elders." Mu Yang stepped aside and said,
Let her see clearly the person who came to see the elder.
Yan Xue glanced at Duanmu Xiu, then fixed her eyes on the person in his arms, and then said coldly: "Bring a dead person to see our elders? What do you mean?"
"She's not dead." Before Mu Yang could speak, low and firm words came out of Duanmu Xiu's thin lips.
"She doesn't even have a heart. What is she if she isn't a dead person?" Yan Xue was stunned by his firm tone and then sneered.
"I'll say it again, she's not dead, she's just asleep." His slender fingers caressed Xiahou Xiyue's elastic cheeks, his eyes looking down at her were full of pity, and his tone was as soft as if he was worried about what would happen.
It made people feel sad to startle the person in his arms, but the murderous intention emanating from his body made Mu Yang feel frightened.
"Sister, please stop talking. We are here just to find your elders to save her." Mu Yang hurriedly stopped Yan Xue before she could speak. She added that Xiahou Xiyue is a dead person and Duanmu Xiu will definitely take action.
I'm afraid it will be even more troublesome by then.
"You are kidding, she doesn't even have a heart, how can she be saved?" Yan Xue exclaimed in shock.
"We are serious." Mu Yang said patiently and seriously.
"Mu Yang, are you here to cause trouble? Don't bully others too much. We, the witch clan, are not afraid of your national master." Yan Xue thought they were here to humiliate them, so she calmed down and said loudly.
