Lamborghini drifted away, and Mu Yang in the villa couldn't help but sigh softly.

Even if it is such a bloody plot like a novel, if it is deep in love, it is embarrassing.

Ahn Jae-qian died for Tibetan love, and Tibetan love went overseas to take revenge and die alone.

Mu Yang sat quietly, "An Hui, come out!"

Behind the door, Anhui pear blossoms stood quietly with rain, like a poignant picture.

Mu Yang sighed, in his previous life, An Zaiqian was only one step away from being able to take charge of the An family, but at that last step, An Zaiqian retreated.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid that the southern dragon knew the Wu family's calculations. Or perhaps, it was because the Tibetan feelings had entered the innate at that time, and they were not afraid of the Wu family.

Mu Yang didn't think about it deeply, in fact, he only cared about An Hui.

Helping An Hui onto the sofa, Mu Yang frowned and took out a pill from his arms.

This is one of the pills in the mortal realm that he refined in the Medicine God Valley, which was originally reserved for future healing, named Ling Yuan Dan, which can gather spirits and concentrate and dredge the meridians. It's just that An Hui's physique is too weak to withstand this majestic medicinal power, so Mu Yang just drew a line with spiritual power, peeled off a corner, and gently swept around in the clear water, which was enough.

After drinking the potion, An Hui's face finally showed a little blood.

But those grief-stricken eyes still haven't gotten any better.

I have to say that An Hui's life is actually very miserable, she was abandoned by her father when she was young, and she finally met her biological father once, but she never had a second fate, and even An Zaiqian died, An Hui never saw her.

It is again after the death of the biological father to get this news, and anyone will be changed by such a change, and as for this change, it is good...... Whether it's bad or not, it depends on An Hui's own choice.

was silent for half an hour, and Mu Yang accompanied him quietly without speaking.

......

"Muyang!"

An Hui suddenly raised her head, but the deep pupils made people feel heartache.

"If you want to avenge the Tibetan warrior monk, I can take you overseas!"

Mu Yang's voice was calm, waiting for An Hui's choice.

"Revenge?"

An Hui shook her head gently, "Life and death are fate, he ...... My father died to save my mother, and my mother went overseas with a will to die, so how can she take revenge?"

Mu Yang's brows were deeply locked, "If you don't want to, it's okay to confide in me." ”

He could see the struggling hatred in An Hui's eyes, with his eyesight, how could An Hui hide it?

It's just a thought of gods and demons!

Mu Yang sighed in his heart, he still liked the original An Hui who held the Buddhist scriptures and was like a lotus flower.

An Hui pursed her lips lightly, "I know, you are very strong, and besides, the Buddhist scriptures you gave me are not as good as all the Buddhist scriptures in Putuo Temple combined." ”

"I want you to help me!" An Hui raised her eyes, and her empty pupils couldn't see emotion.

"Do you want to take revenge yourself?" Mu Yang's brows tightened even further.

An Hui didn't nod, just looked at Mu Yang quietly.

"I see!"

Mu Yang said lightly: "I will give you a volume of the Buddha Dao Sutra, if you can understand it all, it will be a matter of course for you to enter the Great Grandmaster." ”

"Thank you!" An Hui bowed her head slightly.

"Your father's body has been sent back to An's family, but do you need to go to worship?" Mu Yang's eyes were as deep as night.

An Hui raised her head and met Mu Yang's eyes.

Worship?

I'm afraid that the entire An family already hates her now, and with the current state of affairs, An Hui wants to worship, which is absolutely impossible. An Zaiqian's death, the An family will not vent this resentment on the Tibetan warrior monk who has died.

But if An Hui goes to worship, the entire An family will never allow a 'daughter' that An Zaiqian did not admit before his death to appear.

What's more, if An Hui goes, Wu Rongrong may not care, but the Wu family in Kyoto will not tolerate it.

This is equivalent to admitting An Hui in disguise, and the Wu family can't afford to lose this person.

Mu Yang still asked this sentence, and An Hui's eyes gradually became bloodshot.

"Is that okay?"

She lowered her head, An Hui knew very well that today, Mu Yang had already responded too much.

Mu Yang smiled and looked at An Hui quietly, "An family is not enough for me to retreat." ”

"I promised Wu Rongrong, with me, no one will hurt you. ”

Mu Yang slowly stood up, walked in front of An Hui, and looked at An Hui's gently raised little face with his slightly tilted head.

"Be bold and do what you want, even if you are the enemy of the world, I will not take half a step behind you. ”

The domineering and confident words were like fire, and they seemed to burn an inch of light in An Hui's resentful, stormy heart, dispelling a bit of gloom.

"Even if you lose everything, you still have me!"

Mu Yang's voice was soft, "I have very few friends in Mu Yang, once I recognize it, it will be a thousand years!"

......

The drizzle continued, and in Yuhang City, the sky seemed to be covered by an overwhelming gray cloth, and only a faint ray of sunlight was revealed.

Silky raindrops and faint light poured down on the crowd, wetting umbrellas and clothes.

In Yuhangcheng Airport, Mu Yang and An Hui walked one after the other.

An Hui sat in a white dress, walking in the drizzle, letting the drizzle hit her still slightly immature face, wetting her hair and dying the white dress.

Mu Yang also followed behind An Hui, but his clothes did not have a trace of dampness, and if you looked closely, you could find that those subtle raindrops quietly spread when they fell around Mu Yang's body.

"Settle down in the old house!"

In the astonishment of many, they boarded a Rolls-Royce of remarkable wealth and color and disappeared in front of the airport.

The driver is Li Chunfeng's registered disciple, with Li Chunfeng's reputation and the flashy methods he has learned, he has made a lot of fame in this rich Yuhang City, and he has seen many rich celebrities.

Even so, when he heard the words An Family's old house, he was still shocked.

"Master Mu, are you really going to settle down in the old mansion?"

Cao Ze's face turned pale, An family's old house, what kind of place is that? A place that only the An family's descendants can enter, not to mention, I heard that an important person in the An family died recently, and no one who is not an family is allowed to enter within 100 meters of the outside of the An family's old house.

He Cao Ze didn't dare to say that he was a character in Yuhang City, but he was also famous, but in the face of the entire southern giants An Jia, he dared to guarantee that before he got close, he would be directly punched out by the An family.

If it weren't for the fact that his long-admired master told him many times that this master Mu was a person that even he had to respect a lot, and he must not be provoked, otherwise, Cao Ze would have directly driven the two out of the car.

"Hmm!"

Mu Yang nodded lightly.

Cao Ze gritted his teeth, secretly smiled bitterly in his heart, and then he drove in the direction of An's old house.

It's just that he secretly prayed in his heart that the An family had better know this master pastor, otherwise...... Cao Ze, who was driving, shuddered in his heart, he didn't dare to imagine the consequences, and even he would be driven out of Yuhang City.

An family, that is the existence of a southern giant that even Li Chunfeng does not dare to provoke!

The car, driving all the way, the atmosphere in the car seemed to be silent, and Cao Ze had already wiped the cold sweat on his forehead more than once.

Finally, in front of a mansion full of white silk, the car slowly stopped.

"Master Mu, it's here!"

Cao Ze cautiously spoke, and his voice was very low.

Mu Yang's eyes looked at this old mansion, and behind this old mansion, and there was a mountain peak hundreds of meters high.

In this Yuhang City, where every inch of land is valuable, the An family only has an old house, and the entire mountain is surrounded, and the financial resources of the An family can be imagined.

Mu Yang and An Hui slowly got out of the car, facing the drizzle and the door of the An family's old mansion where someone had already appeared.

"Is this the home?"

An Hui muttered softly, with a hint of self-deprecation or sadness.

As An Zaiqian's daughter, half of the blood of the An family is flowing in her body, but this is the first time she has come to the An family's old house.

The first time I came, it was to worship my biological father who had only had a one-sided relationship!

It's ridiculous!

"Who are you?"

Among the people who came from the An family, a middle-aged man frowned, looking at the two teenagers, a man and a woman, like a golden boy and a girl, and doubts appeared in his heart.

He didn't remember that there were these two among the juniors of the An family, and even if they were friends of An Zaiqian before his death, they knew that this time period was definitely not suitable for worship.

The An family has the rules of the An family, and An Zaiqian's friends, even if they are innate grandmasters, cannot violate this rule.

After a few breaths, Mu Yang didn't speak, just stood quietly beside An Hui.

An Hui paused word by word, and every word seemed to exhaust all her strength, and there was a feeling of hoarseness. But on the contrary, An Hui's face never had a trace of joy and sorrow.

"Unfilial daughter An Hui, see off your father!"