When the young director of the Yun Clan mediated and saw that his father was injured by an old man wearing linen clothes, he immediately became furious. He did not listen to his father's advice and flew straight to fight.
"boom!"
Before he could get close, he saw the old man in linen clothes waving his hand. Ren Xuan was transformed into a kite that was out of line. It flew straight out. When the beautiful arc of the house was drawn, it landed impartially in front of him.
The place where his daddy fell.
Both father and son vomited blood.
Murong Feixue was very surprised and turned to look at this old man in horse cloth clothes who appeared out of thin air. She didn't know why he wanted to help her. She didn't know who he was from the Murong family.
"Who are you? Why do you want to help me?"
"Feixue, don't you remember grandpa? You wet the bed when you laughed, or grandpa hid it for you!"
"..."
Hearing this, the corners of Murong Feixue's mouth twitched.
This was the first time she had seen such an outspoken old man. But from the way the old man looked at her, it was not difficult to see that he really loved her sincerely. Even when he spoke, his eyes were burning and his expression was moving.
appearance.
"It's really mine. Why haven't I seen you before?"
Murong Feixue tilted his head slightly, with a trace of doubt on his face. What was more, he was grateful. If this old man hadn't suddenly appeared, the consequences would have been disastrous for him.
"Alas...your grandfather and I have traveled around the world for many years! I didn't expect that as soon as I came back, I would hear a series of bad news! Several of your sisters were all dead, and your mother was also dead! That unfulfilled son of mine
, also..." The old man said this, with tears streaming down his face.
The Murong family, which he had single-handedly run, never expected that the talent would wither like this. Even his last bloodline was almost killed by a traitor!
"Grandpa, don't be sad, Feixue is still with you!" Murong Feixue walked over and raised his hand to gently stroke the old man's back.
When Mr. Murong was feeling sad, he heard Murong Feixue's comfort, and his heart suddenly felt warm. A smile finally appeared on his ravaged face.
The four seriously injured girls Huahua, Yan Niang, Xin Yue, and Li Daiyuan were helped up by Mo Ziluo, Li Muge, and Yao Caibai. Several people walked to the side of Murong Feixue and the old man.
This affection is touching.
"It's really rare that you have such thoughts. From now on, our grandfather and grandson will depend on each other..." Mr. Murong said with an moved expression.
"Oops, it's bad! The head and young master of the Yun Clan ran away!" Huahua glanced over there and saw that the two seriously injured people were gone, and she immediately shouted.
The old man Murong came back to his senses and immediately frowned!
"Damn it, these two mice! It's so unethical to just run away if you can't beat them!"
"..."
Murong Feixue almost couldn't help but laugh at Old Murong's moral theory. She thought about it, and the old Murong family looked cuter like this. However, this Ren Yun clan dared to make his family look like this.
, I will never bypass these people!
"Grandpa, at home, is daddy really... dead?" Murong Feixue asked in a somewhat disbelieving voice.
"Hey... that coffin contains the body of my son. You should also go and see your father!" The old man looked so sad that he was about to cry.
