Then, Mu Qinghuang took out the gifts for Xiaobao and Ye Mohan.
It is the same style of longevity lock, but the details have been changed according to personal temperament.
Ye Mohan was stunned when he received the gift. He didn't expect that he could have it too.
In ninety thousand years, he had received almost no gifts.
Most of them are vulgar things just for fun, and their final destination is garbage.
But Ye Mohan, who had obtained the longevity lock, realized something belatedly and woke up instantly.
He was used to walking alone, and his divine veins traveled sideways across the nine continents. Wherever he went, no one else would be respectful or condescending.
He actually forgot that as his son-in-law, he might also give a gift or something when he comes to visit...
Protector Bai must be an old fool. He didn't remind him of such an important matter.
Ye Mohan scolded Protector Bai in his heart, and Protector Bai, who was having a drink secretly with the Blood Protector, suddenly sneezed.
When Mu Qinghuang saw the longevity locks pinned to the waists of Chu Yue and Ye Mohan, her eyebrows raised and her smile grew stronger.
As early as when she was in Dongli, she saw the red butterfly wings of Chu Yue and Ye Mohan, and she thought about Changshou Suo becoming a family of three.
"Thank you, grandma." Xiaobao was so happy when he received the gift.
"Old uncle!"
A guard wearing the clothes of the Fire Army descended from the sky, knelt on one knee, and clasped his fists: "There is news from the Vientiane Realm."
"Has the Vientiane Realm determined the candidate to crown Xiao Chu with glory?" the old uncle asked.
The Fire Army guard nodded: "Exactly."
"I wonder which one it is?"
"There are two of them, one is Emperor Ye Tian and the other is Martial God Luo Ziyan!" the guard said.
"The God of War and the Emperor of Heaven have both crowned Xiao Chu with glory. This is a great honor. We, the Mu Mansion, will definitely celebrate it at the Dragon Slaying Banquet." Mu Jingyun said.
"The dragon-slaying banquet also includes welcoming Feng'er back home, opening an ancestral hall, collecting genealogy, and recognizing ancestors and returning to the clan." Master Huaiqing said.
Mu Linfeng asked: "But the Song family is very annoying. Do we need to get rid of them first?"
"Let them make a fuss. The bigger the fuss, the better, so that they can all be caught in one fell swoop."
The old uncle smashed the cup on the table: "The people of the Song family must be eliminated. They have harmed me Feng'er for many years and sucked Feng'er's blood to make a living. These vicious things must be exposed to the world. If they dare to make trouble, they will suffer the consequences."
Now the old uncle wants the Song family to make trouble, and he doesn't feel comfortable if he doesn't make trouble.
The more noisy it is, the more people will pay attention, and ghosts and monsters will surface.
His daughter, Mushanhe, has been wronged for so many years and she wants to take her back in a glorious way!
Moreover, he also began to investigate the conduct behind the two sisters Mu Qinghuang and Mu Fengming. No matter how deeply they were hidden, there would still be clues.
At that time, Mu Linfeng will be able to find all the things to prove his marriage and convince the people of the world who is the daughter of his Mu family!
Mu Fengming looked at the resolute old uncle, smiled with his lips curled up, took the wine and went outside to enjoy the breeze.
She looked at the bright moonlight and the lights behind her.
In this vast world, she actually has her own home.
Mu Fengming suddenly thought of Wen Renyan's mother, how she found her and humiliated her family background, which made her suffer so much that she broke off the relationship.
There was a cool breeze, but Mu Fengming's heart was very warm.
Chu Yue came from behind, put a cloak on Mu Fengming, and held a bottle of wine in her hand.
The two bottles of wine touched each other lightly, and they drank separately.
Mu Fengming asked: "Little guy, tell me, if I wake up from my dream tomorrow, will the lights be there tonight?"
"The general is my aunt today, and she will still be my aunt tomorrow. In this life, I only know the general as my aunt." Chu Yue shook the wine bottle, looked at Mingyue, and said softly: "Aunt, this is not a dream."
Mu Fengming pulled her lips and smiled bitterly. She buried all her past pain and life in the wine and took a swig of the wine.
Above the eaves in the distance.
Mu Ruoting, the grandson of the second grandfather, the elder of the Tian Clan, looked at the lights and bustle of Mu Mansion from a distance and narrowed his eyes.