Xuanhuan: Let you be the patriarch, will you mass-produce the emperor?

The Mu family living room.

Wang Yanran took a seat in the guest seat, and a white robe outlined her graceful figure to the fullest, and then set off the delicate and fair face, which had begun to take on a bit of a stunning color.

At this time, Yan Zhu, who was sitting next to her, had already a look of boredom on her face.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was helping the little junior sister withdraw from marriage, he wouldn’t have deigned to come to such a small place.

And the other party’s shelf is really big enough to dare to make them wait so long.

I don’t know how bad it is!

Thinking about it, Yan Zhu couldn’t help but have killing intent in his heart, and secretly vowed that he would let all the Mu family die without a place to be buried.

Until half a day later.

There was finally a burst of trivial footsteps outside the hall.

“Haha.”

“Yanran niece, why don’t you say hello in advance when you come to the Mu family.”

“I’ll let Mu Chen’s smelly boy pick you up.”

Great Elder Mu Qingyun smiled heartily and joined forces with Mu Lang and Mu Chen behind him.

Wang Yanran smiled slightly and got up to salute.

When her eyes swept over Mu Chen, she flickered slightly a few times, and quickly returned to calm.

In the past three years of Mu Chen’s silence, the two have long been strangers and cut off contact.

One is a genius disciple of the Spirit Market Cave Heaven.

One is the waste young master of the small family in Qingyun Town.

The disparity in identities is like a world of difference.

At this moment, Mu Chen’s face was as calm as water, as if he was an outsider.

It’s just that ordinary people don’t know what kind of killing intent is condensed in those dark eyes!

“The incident was rushed and came to visit rashly.”

“I also hope that the Great Elder will not blame him.”

Wang Yanran has known Mu Chen since childhood.

He will certainly not be unfamiliar with the high-ranking figures of the Mu family.

“Where is this?”

“It’s like being at home.”

“If there’s anything, let’s talk about it after lunch.”

Mu Qingyun clapped his hands, and then several maids walked into the hall with plates of delicacies and teacups, and placed them on the guest table in turn.

“This is a spirit tea picked from the Beihai Plateau, which has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the qi.”

“Yanran’s niece might as well try.”

“By the way, this is?” Mu Qingyun looked at Yan Zhu on the side.

As for the old man in black behind him, he naturally knew him.

It is the strongest of the Wang family besides the patriarch, the third elder Wang Xuanfeng, and the cultivation of the Eighth Heaven of the Yuandan Realm!

“Oh.”

“I haven’t introduced him yet, he is my senior brother in the Spirit Market Cave Heaven, Yan Zhu.”

“The eldest disciple of Ziyang Zhenren.”

Wang Yanran deliberately accentuated her tone.

Mu Qingyun naturally understood what she meant by this move.

He sneered in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest, and he praised: “It turned out to be a senior disciple of Ziyang Zhenren.” ”

“No wonder there is a cultivation in the Yuandan realm at such an age.”

“The future is limitless.”

And Yan Zhu seemed to have ignored his words, still with the attitude of empty-eyed and nostrils facing upward.

Here it is.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Mu Chen sat on the chair, watching the scene in front of him coldly, without saying a word.

On the side, Mu Lang on the side was like a nobody, taking the spirit tea and drinking it, which was extremely refreshing.

This Beihai Spirit Tea not only tastes excellent, but also increases some spiritual energy in the body.

It’s really good stuff.

This atmosphere was maintained for a while.

Wang Yanran finally couldn’t sit still and asked.

“Yanran came here this time because he asked to see Patriarch Mu.”

“I wonder if the Great Elder can invite him out to meet.”

Really!

Running into the topic?

Mu Qingyun’s eyes moved slightly, so he acted as a difficulty.

“This…”

“It’s really unfortunate, the patriarch is now dealing with important affairs within the clan, I’m afraid he has no time to separate.”

“If you have something, it doesn’t hurt to talk to the old man.”

Wang Yanran was obviously not surprised by his answer, and continued.

“I’m afraid the Great Elder can’t call the shots.”

“I came to Mu’s house this time precisely to withdraw from marriage with Mu Chen.”

“Back then, it was also personally decided by Patriarch Mu Shenchuan, and he should have talked with him!”

“Divorce?”

Mu Qingyun’s eyes narrowed slightly, “It seems that recently, the rumors in Qingyun Town are true…”

“Exactly.” Wang Yanran’s pretty face was calm and said lightly.

Mu Qingyun snorted coldly, and his attitude changed instantly.

“In that case, let’s wait a little longer.”

“When our patriarch finishes his affairs, he will naturally receive you.”

The voice fell.

Yan Zhu on the side suddenly became furious, and slammed the teacup in his hand.

“Hmph, a family patriarch who is not in the flow, what a big shelf.”

“Dare to make the people of the Spirit Market Cave Heaven wait hard, there is no enlightenment tea, and I also got these garbage spirit tea.”

“Is this how you treat you?!”

In an instant, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Mu Qingyun, the look on Mu Chen’s face was cold, and the spiritual energy in his body was ready to strike.

There are signs that they will strike if they don’t agree with each other.

At this moment, Mu Lang also saw that the situation was not right.

He knew it was time for him to strike.

In the next second, he slowly stood up, walked to Yan Zhu with steps that his six relatives did not recognize, and overturned the dishes and teacups on his table.

“Linghu Cave Heaven is amazing?”

“No abalone for you?”

“Don’t have eight treasure chicken for you to eat?”

“Just let you wait a while, you’re here to twitter!”

“Drink Wudao tea, eat, you!”