Mu Qingge said nothing, but turned his attention to the man in white next to him, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I am jealous of Yingcai, there is nothing I can do!"
Indifferent words and decisive refusal!
In this world, no one is perfect, and everyone wants God to be fair to him.
So, who will give him justice?
Now, except for his piano blade, everyone else's affairs have nothing to do with him.
There was no emotional change in Dongfang Linqi's eyes. He was still as calm as water. He was not pretending on purpose, but coming from within. He had already taken it lightly and ignored life and death.
"City Lord, I came here this time to sincerely ask for help." Dongfang frowned indifferently and continued.
This is the last hope. He hasn't seen it yet and says he can't do anything about it. This is obviously a rejection. How can he accept it?
"It doesn't matter if you sincerely ask for help. If you can't do anything, you can't do anything." A handsome face was hidden under a black mask, and only the pair of deep, ink-like pupils were revealed, with indifference and a touch of coldness in them.
It's not that I'm arrogant or arrogant, but I really can't take away my time and energy.
Furthermore, there is no need for him to spend energy on a stranger.
"I know that this is a member of my Dongfang clan and has nothing to do with you, but I hope that City Lord you can experience the heart of a father. If your son were in this situation, would you be as indifferent as you are today?" Dongfang?
Indifferent sighed softly, but still refused to give up.
My own son...
Mu Qingge was slightly startled, and ripples appeared in his heart.
He has yet to see his son.
Mu Hanyue said that Mu Hanfeng came to Shenwu Continent a few years before her, but she had never heard any news about him, and she didn't know whether he was good or bad now.
He loves his daughter.
He also feels pain for his son.
But now his children and grandchildren have disappeared, and there is no news at all.
This makes him feel better and calmer.
Seeing Mu Qingge's silent expression, Dongfang continued to speak indifferently: "I don't want the city lord to definitely save and cure my son. He has been sick since he was born. I don't have much hope, but still
Want to give it a try.
Now I just want the city lord to take a look and check whether there is any chance of saving his body?"
Although he said this, he held a lot of hope in his heart.
Over the years, he has never given up.
Mu Qingge said nothing, narrowed his eyes dangerously, looked at the two of them several times, opened his thin lips slightly, and said coldly: "Patriarch Dongfang overestimates my strength, and I may not be able to cure him.
he."
Listening to his answer and knowing that he agreed, Dongfang Moran felt happy in his heart: "It doesn't matter, the city lord just needs to do his best."
After all, he was very uneasy in his heart, really afraid that he would hear an answer he didn't want to hear.
Dongfang Linqi was quiet from beginning to end, just quietly listening to the conversation between the two. His eyes were as calm as water, and his aura was very elegant and pure. His arrogance could merge with the breeze at any time and dissipate in the air.
"The head of the Dongfang family has given birth to a good son." The young man in white clothes in front of him, even though he has been plagued by illness all year round and cannot live like a normal person, his strength now is indeed much higher than that of ordinary people.