Murong Postal sighed, waved his hand to Murong Shentong and Murong Zhongtong and said: "You two, second and third, please go down first."
"Dad!" they both shouted in unison, but they all knew Murong Postal's temper, so they looked at each other and left unwillingly.
Seeing that everyone had left, Murong Postal Service picked up the tea cup in his hand and knocked the tea cup repeatedly. He did not look at Murong Feixue, but looked at the two tea leaves floating in the cup seriously and said: "What do you want to ask?
Yes, just ask."
Murong Feixue and Fu Xi looked at each other, and Fu Xi quietly shook Murong Feixue's hand and whispered in her ear: "Feixue, I'll wait for you outside."
This move was not to prevent Fuxi from hearing the conversation inside. With Fuxi's skill, he could clearly hear the sound of ants digging holes within a hundred miles. Fuxi walked out, allowing Murong Postal Service to speak with confidence.
Murong Feixue put away the long sword in her hand, moved a stool and sat across from Murong Zhizi: "I want to know why my father was so guarded against you and was taught to be a useless person.
He was thrown far away to Banyue City and suffered so much."
"How do you know it was me who ordered these things? These things were all done by the second and third sons." Murong Zhibo's expression did not change at all, but the hand holding the tea cup was trembling slightly.
Murong Feixue sneered: "In the eyes of outsiders, Murong's family has Murong Yuantong, who is at the peak of the Xuan Realm, Murong Zhongtong, a martial arts champion, and Murong Shentong, who does not practice martial arts but is in charge of the Murong family's economy. It is true that
My father is actually the most useless.
And you, the old head of the Murong family, seem to have never done anything in your life. Who could have guessed that Murong Yuantong is just a reckless martial artist, and Murong Zhongtong and Murong Shentong are just fake.
You idiot, you are the one who is really in charge.
As long as you say a word, my father will be useless, how can the Murong family not be able to support a dandy?"
"Hahaha..." Murong Postal laughed, and put the cup in his hand on the table, covering his stomach with both hands as if he had heard a very funny joke.
Murong Feixue was made very uncomfortable by Murong Postal's smile: "Why are you laughing!"
Hearing this question, Murong Post Office sat up slightly and pointed at Murong Feixue with his finger: "Why am I laughing? I'm laughing at Murong Post Office who has worked hard all his life to continue the glory of the Murong family, and in the end, I was killed by you who never kept Murong.
People of this family's blood have turned the Murong family upside down!"
"Don't have Murong family blood?" Murong Feixue frowned and thought of a guess: "You mean my father...?"
Murong Zhishou threw the tea cup on the table to the ground with a flick of his hand! He pointed at Murong Feixue and said: "Your father? Your father's surname is not Murong! Do you want to know why I raised your father to be like that? Your father is so talented.
Gao, even using the lowest cultivation book, he can cultivate to the profound realm. If he were my child, what would my Murong family have to fear now?"
Many thoughts flashed through Murong Feixue's mind, but the first thing she said was: "The old Madam Murong in my impression is not..."
Murong Postal glanced at Murong Feixue: "What kind of person do you think she is?"
