Fairyland, Big Problem

The situation returned to the normal banquet atmosphere, and the previous twists and turns were quite an interesting episode.

Mu Chutian held a goblet with pale gold champagne in it.

Seeing him coming straight, Wen Jiu waved his hand, "You don't need to apologize to me, there's nothing to lose."

"I didn't come to apologize to you."

Mu Chutian lowered his voice and approached, "Everyone is from an aristocratic family, tacit understanding, you should also solve Feipengguan under the support of the masters in your family?"

"Huh? What?"

"Everyone has vanity, understandable."

A smile appeared on Mu Chutian's face, "If I lose to you today, he will definitely fight back with great achievements. That is not a gimmick with a family halo, but solid strength."

"I..." Wen Jiu was full of question marks in his head.

Just now, the evaluation score for this guy was brought back to the pass line, and now it is about to be deducted again.

Mu Chutian broke it in one sentence, and then looked at Baili Zigui, who had just moved elsewhere, and was even more certain that Wen Jiu had an extraordinary family background.

"To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the aura of your sword, plus the certification of several seniors and the guidance of Miss Mu, I would have thought that yours was a fake."

"Huh, so thick-skinned?"

"How to speak?"

Mu Chutian wasn't too angry, and he took care of himself that Wen Jiu's mission was to obtain some direct descendants who had experienced meritorious deeds under the care of the family's masters.

"Because, the war sword you are holding is still a 'turbid weapon', and you haven't cleaned up the evil-type psionic energy. Logically, there should be some evil law protection."

This is kind of interesting.

For example, in fairy tales and fantasy novels, one's own magical weapon recognizes the master, and others' forcible use may trigger some kind of prohibition and counterattack.

To take a bright example, it is equivalent to the phone's failure to enter the lock screen password for many times, and it will be automatically locked, and you can only call the emergency number.

Wen Jiu defeated Marshal Feipeng head-on, but he did not find any sorcery traps on this high-end 'turbid device'.

"Have you got the treasure knife?"

"of course."

Mu Chutian described that at that time he wanted to open the wooden box, so-called personally obtain the spoils.

Fortunately, the seniors of the Tianmu family around him warned that something was wrong. The more important things were, the harder it was to get them.

Changed to the old-timer opening box.

In an instant, a distorted blue-black mist spewed out.

"You don't know, it's not the fog in its natural state, but the shape of a magic art drawn by a brush, with a mental attack."

Hearing these words, Wen Jiu immediately cheered up, "Blue-black fog?!"

"Eh? What, you know that too."

Mu Chutian wanted Wen Jiu to open his eyes and regain his face, so he was disappointed.

Wen Jiu was a little thoughtful.

The big lizard has a blue-black mist, and the flying butterfly's bracelet has a blue-black mist.

Then, it is reasonable and reasonable to use the blue-black mist to protect the imperial saber, an important item that cannot be used after eating evil things.

"You...you purified the treasure knife?"

"Nonsense, didn't you see it, it was transformed into spiritual equipment, otherwise how could it be given to Patriarch Mu?"

"Huh."

Wen Jiu was disappointed. He thought that there was a real sample that could be used for research, but he didn't expect the last clue to be given to Huo Huo by the exaggerated children.

"Wen Jiu." Mu Chutian raised his fist, "I'm 23 years old this year, and I broke through the moon-level strength a year ago. Let's decide the outcome of the battle on another day."

Wen Jiu glanced at each other angrily.

We really don't have any clan masters here.

After regrouping, Mu Chutian sticks to the morning and evening Fengshuang again, and it is inevitable that he will be ridiculed several times by the cold tune, but he still does not retreat, and his pursuit is quite firm.

Looking back, he glanced at Wen Jiu with warning eyes.

Presumably because Mu Fengshuang's little secretary was by his side, Mu Chutian regarded Wen Jiu as a rival in love.

On the other side, Phoenix Hua Yaoyao raised a glass, which was regarded as a toast from the air.

Wen Jiu responded with the juice, and he should really thank her.

Before, I just wanted to pierce the lies of Mu Chutian, and I forgot that there are ordinary people among the guests, and the evil-type psionic energy on the sword will even hurt the low-level Dark Slayers.

There are many masters present, and it is always the Phoenix Flower who strikes first.

"Thank you." Wen Jiu mouthed.

"You are welcome."

Phoenix Flower responded with the same mouth shape, blinked her eyes, and spread a slightly hot smile, and then left the royal guards behind and entered the inner hall alone.

The head of the Mu family eats, drinks and chats with the VIP door in the inner hall, and the outside grand banquet hall also enters the normal free communication session.

After a while, the dance floor will also open.

"Wen Jiu, you kid is really playing!"

Mu Chenzhou, who was laughed at by his colleagues, finally returned in a state of embarrassment.

It was refreshing to see his slightly embarrassed appearance.

"Mr. Mu, I said it, but you don't believe it."

"Really... No one will believe it if you tell me."

"When I mentioned the bone dragon, you said that because it was me, it might involve the 'Bone Dragon Royal'!"

"That's different. You can involve the Evil God, but Captain Feipeng can't reach that gear."

"Speak nonsense."

There was a scene in which the sword was displayed before, and Mu Chenzhou knew that Wen Jiu said on the phone that it was a real thing to send the battle back to the tomb of Commander Feipeng.

"Let's talk later, or do you have other girls you want to flirt with?"

Mu Chenzhou had already asked Wen Jiu to chat at his residence.

Considering that the dance party has not yet started, and there are so many outstanding women in the banquet hall, if Wen Jiu is a little bit interesting, wouldn't Mu Chenzhou be a good match for mandarin ducks.

"Nothing else, I'll talk to Teacher Mu about serious matters."

"Eh? Why don't you take a look at our Mu Fengshuang? There is also Princess Phoenix Flower in District 5."

"do not want."

After leaving the banquet hall, Mu Chenzhou took Wen Jiu to the back of the mansion.

The structure of the big family is similar, with guests, banquets, and official business in the front, and family members in the back.

The layout of the An family's house is probably the same, and the scale is not comparable to that of the Shou An family.

At least the Anjia will not have buildings such as a martial arts field, a council hall, etc.

"This is where I live."

As the youngest son of the head of the family, Mu Chenzhou's living conditions are of course good. The small building is like a single-family villa. Regardless of whether he lives or not, every servant will be cleaned regularly.

Taking a seat in the tea room, Mu Chenzhou suddenly leaned on the reclining chair.

"Oh hey... I really can't stand the banquet, it's more tiring than fighting Xie Sha."

"God, can't you keep your image a little longer, Kendama just praised Mr. Mu for being handsome."

In all fairness~www.NovelMTL.com~ Mu Shenzhou, who is refreshingly dressed and not lazy, can be called a mature and handsome guy.

"Handsome is useful for P, and can't be used as a cigarette."

He skillfully took out the cigarette case from under the tea table and lit one, and it really felt like a cigarette.

"Wenjiu, make tea."

"Teacher Mu, you are the master!"

"Hey, let me see the knife."

Wen Jiu depressedly groped for the use of the tea table, while Mu Shenzhou sensed the war sword through the transparent protective film.

"Good guy, really good guy."

After hundreds of years, the blade still reveals the courage of the iron-blooded battlefield.

It can be seen that even if it is changed from the 'turbid device' back to the spiritual equipment, the momentum will not be reduced.

It has nothing to do with the superficial form, there is a feeling of a bit of a soul...