Murong Wan is the eldest lady in the clan. Regardless of her talent, strength, appearance, and intelligence, she does not think twice about others. She is also a proud and arrogant person at heart. Normally, let alone letting a man help her, I am afraid that it is difficult to get close to her within three feet.
What the scene in front of me illustrates is probably something even a fool can understand.
In the hearts of the powerful people, Murong Wan is the next head of the family who can lead the family to glory. She has a very high prestige within the family. If the person who pursues her cannot satisfy everyone, everyone will definitely stop her.
Zhong Zihao's performance today has completely conquered everyone. This son's incredible fighting ability is not inferior to that of the eldest lady, and he has come all the way to help the Murong family. There is absolutely no problem with his character and character.
"The eldest lady is impatient!" All the strong men of the Murong family thought in unison.
"This junior has met the head of the family and all the seniors."
When the two parties met, Zhong Zihao almost had to endure it.
Murong Wan frowned slightly: Shouldn't he be called grandpa like me?
Murong Fanchen was also unsure: Could it be that he knew about me not letting Wan'er wait for him?
When he thought of this, he looked at Zi Ling with a somewhat unkind look. It must have been said by this girl. She has never respected the head of the family.
Zi Ling felt confused, blinked his big black eyes, and thought to himself: Why is this bad old man looking at me like that? I will definitely tell my elder brother about you when I turn around.
"Okay, let's go back to our clans first, and we can talk about everything after the healing is completed!" Murong Fanchen felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and hurriedly asked everyone to leave.
On the way back, Murong Wan told everyone about the escape of Mo Wudi's soul.
Murong Fanchen didn't take it seriously: "We have survived today's genocide, but we are still worried that we will not be able to form a soul body!"
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Affected by this storm, many buildings in the city were also affected, and many powerful people and people were injured.
But when everyone saw Murong Fanchen and others returning, they all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as happy as after a disaster. Everyone continued walking into the city when they suddenly heard a burst of cheers.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of whips came from all over the city.
"The damage to Fengxi City this time is not small, let the Murong family be responsible for repairing it." Murong Wan felt something in her heart as she walked along.
"Just leave this matter to me!" A clan elder stepped forward to take the order.
Not long after, everyone arrived in front of the mansion. Half of the once majestic mansion collapsed, several attics near the door were also crumbling, and the bodies of several tribesmen were lying in a pool of blood.
Murong Fanchen's eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't bear to look any longer.
"For hundreds of thousands of years, countless members of the family have shed blood and sacrificed their lives. It is for this reason that the Murong family continues to this day." Murong Wan looked at the powerful members of the clan, "If we cannot become stronger as soon as possible, today's encounter will not be the last.
once!"
"Wan'er is right!"
Murong Fanchen's body trembled, and he immediately gave a few instructions to a clan elder beside him, and then led Zhong Zihao inside.
After everyone returned home, they only exchanged a few words and then dispersed.
We had just suffered a disaster, and all the senior officials had a lot of things to deal with. The most important thing was that almost everyone was injured, so seizing the time to heal their injuries became the top priority.
Zi Ling had a lot of things to say to Zhong Zihao, but the latter stopped her and said that her injury was not serious and he would listen to her nagging after she recovered.
That's not all, he took out another soul-nourishing grass and asked Zi Ling to send it to Murong Fanchen.
"Huh, big brother has completely changed. He doesn't care about me at all. I don't know where my soul went after seeing Sister Murong." Zi Ling kept complaining along the way.
In the same simple bamboo pavilion in the courtyard, there was only a young man and woman sitting down at the moment.
All the strong men of the Murong family healed their injuries as soon as possible after returning home, but they alone did not.
A gentle breeze came and blew away a few strands of hair from the beauty's forehead. A big hand stretched out to gently catch it and smooth it out. Neither of them spoke, quietly enjoying this rare peace.
This is her private courtyard, where she has spent countless days and nights for decades.
This bamboo pavilion in particular has carried her ups and downs over the years. She comes here when she is happy, sad, misses, and anxious.
Most of the time, she was alone, but fortunately she was accompanied by Zi Ling occasionally.
However, she had never felt as comfortable as she did now. She didn't think about anything, she just hoped that this time could last forever.
After many years, I finally understand one thing: when you are here, you are everything; when you are not around, everything is you.
She was thinking this in her heart, with a smile on her lips, and she just looked at that resolute face quietly.
"Wan'er, I'm late!" A deeply apologetic voice sounded.
"As long as you can come, it's never too late." The voice of nature responded.
"I have always been worried whether you will forget me and everything about Yuntian Continent."
"I did think of many ways to forget..."
"ah?"
"..."
After a long time, the voice said again: "How have you been spending these years since you returned to Qiyunxing?"
A slender, bright finger stuck to his lips: "I also want to know what you went through after you came to the Taixu Realm, but if you don't talk about it now, the moonlight tonight must be beautiful. You can watch it with me.
"
"Um!"
Before long, countless stars were embedded in the sky. After the crescent moon rose, the starlight gradually faded.
I don't know how much time passed, but a flash of fish belly white appeared in the east, and the two stood up.
"Wan'er, your injury cannot be delayed any longer."
"Okay, I'll go into seclusion right away to heal my wounds, and so will you. However, the seclusion time this time should be quite long, and I want to take the opportunity to break through to the True God Realm!"
"Don't worry, I will wait for you as long as possible!"
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Five days later, Zhong Zihao came out of confinement and recovered from his injuries.
Murong Wan is still in seclusion, and even Murong Fanchen is nowhere to be seen. She must be using the effect of soul-nourishing grass to repair her soul.
Most of the Murong clan were recovering from their injuries. Two clan elders were in charge of the overall situation. Naturally, they treated Zhong Zihao very politely, but the latter was a little uncomfortable with it.
"Big brother!"
A clear voice came from not far away, and Zi Ling approached like a ray of purple light: "Your injury is not light, can you heal so quickly?"
Zi Ling discovered that after many years of not seeing each other, her big brother was still so perverted. Her injuries were no lighter than Zhong Zihao's, but the healing ability of special creatures was definitely incomparable to ordinary people.
"Zi Ling, I'm going to leave for a while." Zhong Zihao hesitated and said suddenly.
"What do you want to do? If you weren't here when Sister Murong came out of confinement, my life would be difficult." Zi Ling was puzzled.
"I have a few friends in Xumi Continent. They wanted to come to Qiyunxing with me... I'm afraid they are impatient." Zhong Zihao briefly talked to Gongsun Bo and others.
"Then I'll go with big brother!" Zi Ling's eyes lit up, she hadn't left Fengxi City for a long time.
"No, most of the Murong family are currently recovering from their injuries, and their combat power has plummeted. You have to stay here." Zhong Zihao said solemnly.
"I..." Zi Ling felt aggrieved.
"Zi Ling has grown up. When I come back, I will take you to visit the ancient underworld. Mu Ling and the others should still be on Dragon Island." Zhong Zihao could only say some nice words to coax her.
"Okay, this is what you said!"
Zi Ling burst into tears and smiled: "Go back quickly. After Sister Murong comes out of seclusion, the old man should pass on the position of clan leader to her. Big brother must not miss it."
"Okay, I've written it down!"
Zhong Zihao's figure jumped into the air as he chuckled, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Zi Ling stared blankly at the sky for a long time. Just as he was about to look away, he discovered that the golden sun had turned blood red, which was shocking.
"It's noon at this time!" Zi Ling shook his head, feeling suddenly uneasy in his heart.