Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Wan Muyan was stunned, before she could react, He Zifu suddenly fell to his knees, holding her hand, and fired the sleeve arrow.

A silver needle pierced his shoulder.

He Zifu frowned, then laughed.

"We lost."

He smiled brightly, but without any emotion.

Mu Yan blinked and looked at him.

The people in the audience didn't have time to react, they didn't see anything clearly, and the game ended suddenly.

Everyone stopped discussing, and they watched the situation on the court in disbelief.

I just think it's a little weird and a little reasonable.

That's how a game ends.

He Zifu was helped off the stage by a teammate. He only had a cold smile on his mouth and had no other reaction.

But Ziyang's eyes were burning, staring at Oakes firmly.

She probably never thought in her life that she would have the opportunity to witness the pinnacle of a botanical pharmacist, and it was still in the body of a seven-year-old child.

Wan Muyan walked down the stage, and was greeted by Hua Zhaoying.

Hua Zhaoying frowned and looked at her.

"What's going on? Are you okay just now?"

Hua Zhaoying noticed that Mu Yan was stunned when the flowers were scattered, and also noticed He Zifu's strange behavior when she was fighting He Zifu.

It is also difficult for Mu Yan to explain this.

She opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't say anything, so she could only shake her head in the end.

At this time, the woman wearing a white veil in the auditorium suddenly got up, she walked down the steps step by step, and stood behind the four shadowmen.

The woman raised her eyes, and the first thing she looked at was Hua Zhaoying.

"Is it the fourth son of the shadow family?"

As soon as she spoke, Mu Xuecheng's body stiffened.

Mu Xuecheng couldn't believe her ears, she turned her head, but met her mother's gentle and familiar eyes.

Mu Xuecheng's eye sockets instantly turned red.

The woman took off her veil, and only smiled slightly at Mu Xuecheng.

"Xuecheng, mother has come to see you."

As soon as the woman's words came out, Mu Xuecheng hurried forward and hugged her mother.

Mrs. Zhao gently patted her on the back, as if comforting a child who just woke up.

Mu Xuecheng didn't speak, but sobbed silently.

Hua Zhaoying's sharp eyes fell on the two of them.

Some time ago, the oolong in the Mujia field was still vivid in his memory.

And what Mu Xuecheng said to him is still lingering in his ears at this moment.

Hua Zhaoying knew that this woman didn't just come here for her own child, she made such a big noise and gave the prescription to the younger generation of the Mu family just to attract attention.

Just for this moment, to be able to obtain the qualifications for negotiation.

Hua Zhaoying waved her sleeves, then turned and left.

Wan Muyan turned around aware of it, and looked at the back of her master.

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, Mu Yan's eyes widened, and she suddenly felt that this figure and the one in the phantom had completely overlapped.

She subconsciously took two steps forward, looking at Hua Zhaoying in disbelief.

Could it be that?Where have they met before?
Mu Yan and Hua Zhaoying, who are in their 20s, may have seen each other a long time ago.

Just as this thought entered his mind, a voice suddenly shouted in his body.

Go to him, go to him.

This voice seems to have been calling for many years, but it just fell asleep for a while and woke up again.

It made her feel intimate and familiar.