Chapter Twenty-Eight: Daddy! I am your son!

"So that's your solution?" Zhang Hezhi stood in the shade of the tree opposite the Tianjia Mansion, saying that it was a mansion, but it was actually a palace, and they were facing a large square paved with white marble, just like all palaces, there was not even a single tree, and they couldn't hide people at all. Some are just halberd-wielding soldiers who are constantly coming and going, facing such a majestic and magnificent scene, but at this moment, Zhang Hezhi's heart is broken.

"Or else do you have a better way?" Mo Wenjun sat in a wheelchair very calmly, and his fingers had to knock on the armrest of the wheelchair every time, which was called a leisure, and his whole body was full of four words: It's a good time, and the four words are: I'm watching a play, and I'm almost crossing Erlang's legs, how leisurely I want to be, how comfortable I want to be, anyway, it's not him who is embarrassed, what reason does he have to be uncomfortable?

Zhang Hezhi set his sights on Yuebai, the kind Yuebai, and the compassionate Yuebai with his last hope, which was his last hope.

Yuebai clenched his hand into a fist against his lips, coughed twice in a low voice, and took advantage of the situation to remove his eyes full of smiles and weak hearts, not daring to look at Zhang Hezhi. But he's not deaf! That cough was clearly full of laughter! He can't hold back his laughter, right?!

The last bit of hope was shattered, and Zhang Hezhi could only take a deep breath and approach the gate of the heavenly family step by step.

"Stop!" With a loud shout, the halberd crossed in front of Zhang Hezhi's eyes, and he was the soldier guarding the door of the Heavenly Family.

Zhang Hezhi stopped, took a deep breath, knelt down suddenly, opened the blood-stained cloth that had been holding his hand, and a wail floated into the ear of the person at the highest point of this palace through the palace wall: "Dad! I am your son! ”

Son...... Son...... Child...... Yes......

This sound lingered for several days, directly causing the person at the highest place to slip under his feet, and the retainers and attendants on his left and right rushed up to help him, but saw that the person was out of breath and pointed angrily outside the palace: "Go, go to someone, bring the person outside to me in." ”

Those who can stand in front of the head of the Heavenly Family, their cultivation is definitely not low, and they can hear that howl clearly, and they forcibly suppress the strangeness in their hearts, and they say goodbye one after another.

Outside the palace, Mo Wenjun and Yuebai were already laughing and falling, and they almost rolled on the ground.

After all, it is a heavenly family, and the efficiency must be leveraged if it is really fully operational, without waiting for the shocked armor to put the halberd on Zhang Hezhi's head, the side door of the palace wall opened, and several retainers-like people rushed out, and the armor pulled out Zhang Hezhi from under the halberd, covered his mouth and ran to the palace.

Zhang Hezhi was restrained before he could react, and he was dragged away without waiting for him to struggle. Mo Wenjun finished laughing, and after a while, two retainers with very stinky faces came to them with a group of sword-wielding armor soldiers.

"The head of the family has invited the two of you to come in for a while." It seems that if they are disobedient, this way of inviting is the same as Zhang Hezhi's process of photographing flowers.

"Don't bother, we'll go by ourselves." Mo Wenjun waved his hand, he really wanted to laugh!

Most of the palaces in various worlds are similar, although the heavenly family does not have the name of the royal family, it also has the reality of the royal family, solemn, solemn, but also rigid and full of depression.

Mo Wenjun has seen it a long time ago, and he doesn't care at all, but Yuebai is the first time to see the real royal palace, and he looks at it with interest, but there is nothing to see, they are all the same scenes, after initially marveling at the grandeur and grandeur, it is more boring, in contrast, Yuebai still prefers to take one scene at a time, and move the exquisite and chic of Yijing.

The place where Mu Zhaoming saw them was a side hall where he usually lived, why didn't they see it inside, but there was a problem that all palace groups had outside, there were many steps!

Seeing that Mo Wenjun was in a wheelchair and had difficulty moving, the two retainers waved their hands no matter how stinky their faces were, ready to be lifted up.

Yuebai waved his hand to signal no, leaned back according to the wheelchair, grabbed the two handles and lifted the wheelchair directly up the steps, his face was not red or panting, as if he had not done anything. The errand who can be in the Tianjia Palace City is not an ordinary person like the inn shopkeeper, and he has no lack of eyesight, and he can't help but take a breath of cold air when he sees this scene, this melancholy little face who looks thin and weak is not simple!

If you want to say that the two Mo Wenjun can carry them up the steps in wheelchairs, it's no problem, not to mention those guards who practice martial arts, even those two retainers can do it. But carrying it and holding the handle like this is so plain that you can lift the wheelchair is not the same concept at all! This posture is completely unsuitable for lifting and stressing! It's no problem for a normal person to hold a cup, but try holding the hand holding the water flat for ten minutes? Sore hands are like lifting a hundred pounds! And Yuebai, at this moment, is not only holding a big man plus a wheelchair, but also those messy bits and pieces on the wheelchair, which can add up to more than two hundred and fifty pounds!

What does it mean to lift weights lightly? It's called lifting weights!

But Yuebai's cultivation could only push Mo Wenjun's wheelchair, which made the attendants, who were originally stinky and look like something, to look at the two of them.

No matter what era or when, the fist is the support of the waist pole!

The idle people in the quiet room have all been eliminated, leaving only Mu Zhaoming and Zhang Hezhi. Mu Zhaoming was a middle-aged man with a majestic eyebrow, and it seemed as if nothing in the world could stain him with a trace of darkness. The eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Zhang Hezhi, especially the City Lord Zhang, but compared to the City Lord Zhang, who has become a ball of flesh, he doesn't know how many days taller he is in the right size. It fully proves the great influence of acquired development on appearance.

And Zhang Hezhi curled up in the corner of the hall, with no scars on his body, and he didn't seem to have suffered any physical torture, but his eyes were stunned, and he didn't know how much damage he had suffered in his soul.

The moment he saw Mu Zhaoming, Yuebai couldn't help but let out a soft "huh".

It was a light sigh that made Mu Zhaoming's gaze move away from Mo Wenjun, who was competing with him, and shifted to Yuebai.

"What do you see?" Mu Zhaoming's voice was very majestic, with the momentum of being in the top position for a long time.

"You are really his uncle, not his own father!" Yuebai was unmoved, and said what she wanted to say directly.

"What?!" Zhang Hezhi, who was deeply shocked, suddenly jumped up, it seemed that Mu Zhaoming hadn't had time to say anything to him in this short time, so now when he heard this question, he jumped up as suddenly as he heard the verdict, "But Dad...... Didn't the city lord of Zhang say...... Say ......"

"City Lord Zhang only knows part of the truth, and the truth he knows may not be misled, is it?" Mo Wenjun's fingers looked at the armrest, and his faint gaze met Mu Zhaoming, not provoking or backing down.