Mo Junye raised his eyebrows, walked around the chair where Ye Zhifang was sitting to the center of the hall, faced Ye Haitian, and asked, "Have you figured out how to subdue the thousand-year-old demon?" ”

Ye Haitian got angry when he saw Mo Junxie, raised his hand and pointed at Mo Junxie and shouted coldly: "Get out." ”

Look, as long as there is Mo Jun's evil, there will be gunsmoke.

Ye Zhi stood up frantically, came to his side, grabbed his arm, and said helplessly: "Even if you have anything to say, you have to wait for my father to finish talking to the Lord of Luocheng before interjecting." ”

"I don't think they can think of a better way than I did." Mo Junxie said bluntly.

Luo Guangquan frowned and looked at Mo Junxie, seeing that he was so close to Ye Zhimad, he immediately looked at him sharply for a while.

"This is ......," Luo Guangquan turned back to ask Ye Haitian.

Ye Haitian snorted, and just when he wanted to say that he was a scoundrel, Mo Junxie preemptively said: "The Ye family's Chenglong is a quick son-in-law." ”

A short sentence made Ye Haitian vomit blood with anger, and if Bai Chen Xiao couldn't help laughing, he felt helpless against him.

Talking to Ye Haitian like this, if he wants to be the Ye family's fast son-in-law, I'm afraid he still needs to grind more.

Luo Guangquan's face was the same as Ye Haitian's, like dead ashes, not good-looking at all.

In his mind, Ye Zhimad is his daughter.

The person whose daughter wants to marry naturally has to be a master, but it can be seen that this young man is not like the son of a certain family in Dongcheng.

No, the topic changed, and Luo Guangquan asked solemnly: "Son, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, if you want to be the son-in-law of Patriarch Ye Chenglong, I'm afraid it's not you who have the final say." ”

"Really?" Mo Junxie's eyes fell on Luo Guangquan indifferently: "Then who has the final say?" You...... Or the Ye patriarch. ”

"The lifelong events of children are naturally decided by their parents." Luo Guangquan said.

"Oh, then let's not talk about lifelong events." Mo Junxie waved his hand, and his plain white robe floated up, turned around and sat in the place where Ye Zhifang was sitting just now, and said, "Let's talk about the thousand-year-old demon, let's rely on strength to speak." ”

After Luo Guangquan heard this, his face improved slightly, but Ye Haitian was so angry with him that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

The corners of Mo Junxie's mouth hooked up a faint smile, and then he took out a few cups from the tea set and placed them on the table.

Ye Zhizhi knew that this time he was serious, and once he became serious, he would definitely look different.

But either way, she likes it.

I like his sometimes naughty teasing, but I am angry with him regardless of the occasion.

I like his sometimes steady way of doing things, but he can break through difficulties every time.

She came behind him and watched him draw a mountain and a mountain on the table, and those mountains were connected to the Bee's Head Mountain, although the drawing was relatively concise, but it outlined the momentum of the Bee's Head Mountain.

She looked back at Mo Junxie, who had a calm face and was doing things seriously, and her cherry red lips were unconsciously hooked.

Then, Mo Junxie raised his head, pointed to the several major caves in Beehead Mountain, and explained: "You are thinking hard about which cave the thousand-year-old demon will go to and where he will live, it is better to come over and see which caves in Beehead Mountain can accommodate an old demon, but no one will find out." ”

Ye Haitian Ghost Messenger stood up and walked towards Mo Junxie, Bai Ankui was naturally curious and came to his side, and Bai Chenxiao sat in place and drank tea calmly.

A room full of people surrounded Mo Junxie, staring at the mountain scenery on the table with burning eyes.