Under Luo Wanli's pleading, Wang Xinyi and Hu Zi got a big brother that night.
Mu Mu had no objection. On the contrary, he felt that it was completely feasible if he could repay the Wang family's life-saving grace in this way.
Not going against his true will, after his memory is restored, he doesn't mind giving a huge fortune to the originally poor and hard-working family.
As long as they are willing, as long as they want, he will satisfy them without hesitation.
Wang Xinyi is a well-behaved and obedient girl. Although she doesn't know what Wang Changhou and Luo Wanli are planning, she can only silently accept the elders' decision.
Accept it, even with a hint of secret joy.
Inexplicably, an older brother appeared, and it seemed that someone was helping her share the household chores.
He was not required to know how to do laundry and cooking, just sorting herbs. From now on, she seemed to be able to completely free her hands.
So she smiled happily and respectfully called "Brother Mu Mu".
On the other side, Huzi was unhappy.
Noisy Wood will not live for more than half a year. Today is a happy event and the funeral will be held later.
The little guy tells the truth and tries his best to express his thoughts.
Well, I got two slaps on the head, from Wang Changhou.
I got a kick on the butt from Luo Wanli.
In the middle of the night, Huzi cried so sadly.
Crying and fussing, not forgetting to send a wooden bucket to the wooden room to prevent him from vomiting blood at night.
...
Kunlun Mountain, main peak hall.
A huge pressure from the impending storm came from inside the temple and enveloped the disciples guarding the mountain who were standing guard outside.
This group of normally arrogant Kunlun elites felt suffocated and their faces turned pale.
They didn't dare to raise their heads, held their breath and concentrated, their spiritual power was running, trying hard to break this bondage.
It's a pity that the suppression is extremely terrifying. The more you struggle, the more violent the rebound becomes.
"Wow."
Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure, blood spurted out, and collapsed to the ground.
If there is one, there are two; if there are two, there are three.
In just half a minute, only six of the sixteen disciples guarding the mountain were still struggling to hold on.
He was sweating profusely, his eyes were about to burst, and he was on the verge of collapse, unable to escape.
"Everyone, go down."
Ji Xuanqing's voice suddenly sounded, and the next moment, a breeze swept through, causing everyone to leave uncontrollably.
In the main hall, there are three figures.
One is Headmaster Ji Da in Tsing Yi, holding a tea cup in his hand and looking calm.
One is Blind Tong in a gray robe, with his hands behind his back and a stern expression.
And the last one was Du Qirui, who was holding a cane. He was sitting cross-legged on the futon, filled with anger.
I only heard Ji Xuanqing say in a lukewarm voice: "Tong Shou Lao, you are one of the Chinese Taoists. You are worshiped by the Six Meridians. You have always been impartial, impartial and righteous."
"What you did to pour dirty water on Kunlun was not kind.
"The right way is to catch thieves, adulterers and doubles. Everything depends on evidence. You keep saying that I, Kunlun, colluded with demons. Where is the evidence?"
"Everyone can say empty talk. I think it has no practical meaning. What do you think?"
Blind Tong sneered: "How can the things you see with your own eyes be false?"
"That man helped Kunlun and Lingxi. This is an indisputable fact."
