Hu Qing'er waited for a long time, but she couldn't hear Ouyang Shu's voice, and her face suddenly darkened: Don't you want to say anything?

Ouyang Shu smiled bitterly: Until now, will you still believe what I say?

Hu Qing'er stared at Ouyang Shu with dead eyes: As long as you say it, I will naturally believe it!

Ouyang Shu said: Since this is the case, let's wait until we get to the place, this matter is to be said.

Hu Qing'er glanced at Fan Xiaolu in Ouyang Shu's arms, although she was sick, she was still so beautiful and lovable, even she, a woman in the position of a rival in love, couldn't help but secretly cheer. Of course, more importantly, she looks like she is about seventeen or eighteen years old, Ouyang Shu is just twenty this year, what a match! Unlike herself, she is already twenty-three, although she has also heard of the female junior, Bao Jin Brick. The problem is, she is indeed an old girl. An old girl whose self-confidence is eroding.

Jealousy and jealousy surged into her heart at the same time, and Hu Qing'er suddenly forgot to pay attention to Ouyang Shu's mood, and still said unrelentingly: Now I say it, it's the same. I just want to know about this shameless woman

Ouyang Shu's heart was furious, and he immediately exploded: Shut up! Lao Tzu has almost met the king of Hades several times in the past two days, and she has accompanied me down, and I don't allow you to humiliate her! I will naturally give you an explanation for today's matter, but can you please be quiet now? Haven't you seen that she has become so sick?

A great grievance immediately filled Hu Qing'er's heart, she held back her tears, stood up, and was about to walk out.

But when I heard Ouyang Shu shouting: Stop! Hu Qing'er turned around in astonishment, but saw Ouyang Shu's dark face: Sit down! Where are you going? If you don't come out, since you have been met by me, you have to listen to me! No matter how much grievance you have in your heart, sit down first, and when we make things clear, no matter how aggrieved and uncomfortable you are, you will come at me!

Although Hu Qing'er wanted to ignore Ouyang Shu and jumped out of the car like this, but somehow, although she was very aggrieved, she still obediently turned around and sat down.

Ouyang Shu sighed secretly in his heart. The trick he used just now is called the wicked person suing first, obviously he is wronged, but he just makes a fierce appearance, but instead raises his voice to subdue the other party, maybe this effect is much better than being careful to admit mistakes and keep compensating. To put it bluntly, he was all fierce and inward-looking, and he didn't have any confidence, if Hu Qing'er insisted on asking for an explanation immediately, or simply wanted to leave, maybe he could only be careful. But fortunately, although Hu Qing'er is strong in martial arts and quite intelligent, she is a girl in her boudoir after all, and she naturally doesn't know anything about such complex psychology. Especially for Ouyang Shu's sentence, he almost saw the king of Hades several times, and was shocked.

And all this was heard by the coachman outside, he was still in the position of Ouyang Shu worried about how to explain, but at this time he couldn't help but admire, and secretly learned a trick. Ouyang Shu's trick was really not a clever way for an old and sophisticated person like him, but he was thinking: I had so many opportunities before, but why didn't I use this trick all the time? If I had used this trick earlier, would I still be so pressed by the mother-in-law at home that I couldn't raise my head? Seeing that Mu Daguan was still standing there quietly, without saying a word, the old man said lightly: Are you complaining about me in your heart, and even want to ask me why I didn't help?

There was a trace of excitement in Mu Daguan's eyes, but he quickly withdrew it, and just said softly: "My subordinates don't dare!"

Even when the old man said this, there was still no emotional fluctuation on his face, Yun'er, I am a little disappointed in you, after so many years of tempering, you still don't know how to be a superior!

Sect Leader Mu Daguan finally stopped hiding it, and expressed the dissatisfaction in his heart bluntly in his words.

The old man slowly stood up, stared at the Mu Daguan in front of him, who was much taller and stronger than himself, and said, "Do you know why I came to you?"

The sect leader's scheming is as deep as the sun and the moon, as vast as the sea, and his subordinates dare not guess!

The old man's eyes finally flashed with a trace of pain, but he quickly regained his composure: his subordinates didn't dare to guess, but his son definitely could

Sect Leader Mu Daguan's voice was amplified, and the dissatisfaction in his words became more and more obvious.

I know why you don't want others to know that you are my only son, because you don't want to be seen as climbing to a high position simply by relying on my shadow, and you want to be recognized by more members of the church for your efforts rather than your identity. This is very good, very backbone, worthy of my son Mu Tian. However, have you ever thought about it, are those members of the Da Ming Zun Sect all claws? My surname is Mu, you are also surnamed Mu, I am the sect leader, you are the deputy sect leader, what is the relationship between us, do you still need to guess? You can think about it, those disciples under your command respect you more, or are they more afraid? You are a hundred times more benevolent, and they are still afraid of you, because everyone knows that you are my son. Admit it, you're the only one left to deceive yourself!

The old man's voice was not loud, but every word hit Mu Yun's heart, and a slight wrinkle finally appeared on his tense face, outlining his expression in pain. However, he kept his mouth shut, without a sound.

The old man sat back in his place and said, "Actually, of course, I know that you have always thought in your heart that even if you were not my son, you would still be able to climb to the high position you are today, right?"

Mu Yun didn't answer, but silence was a good answer.

If you are not my son, you are wrong, if you are not my son, where does your martial arts come from? Where is the best teacher to worry about your schoolwork? If you are not my son, how can you, with the help of my Da Ming Zun Sect, sit on the high position of Dali Temple at the age of 40 and still insufficient? If a person cannot face the reality, how can he face the mottled world of clouds and waves? How can he lead the thousands of disciples in my Da Ming Zun Sect and create a bright and prosperous world for everyone? Maybe it's because he hates iron but not steel, Mu Cangqiong's voice became a little excited, this kind of situation is very rare for him, and he has never been a person who will get angry easily.

Mu Yun's face turned red, and he smiled bitterly: I, I was wrong

Mu Cangqiong didn't have any joy on his face that could be taught, and he still had that faint expression: I hope you really know that you are wrong. Recently, the church has lost several capable people one after another, and it just so happens that there will be a lot of important events in Beijing recently, so I have specially transferred you to Tokyo to preside over its affairs, hoping that you will use your deeds to prove to everyone that with your own skills, you can also stir up the waves and brew the storm! Among the descendants of my Da Ming Zun Sect, I have recently appeared a few quite powerful, among which Fang La of Shezhou Mansion is the most important, and after a while, I will transfer him to your side to listen to it.

Mu Yun secretly muttered the word Fang La in his heart, but there was no response. It should be said that although he has not met Fang La, he has heard of some of them, and as the deputy sect leader, he will sometimes inquire about the treasurer of the sect. Among the sub-altars, Shezhou Mansion, a place where the degree of wealth can only be regarded as the middle and upper-middle, has always been among the best in terms of assets paid since Fang La ascended to the throne, ranking only after the richest sub-altars. If this alone didn't attract Mu Yun's attention, what really interested him was that Fang La was only in his early twenties now, ten years younger than the second youngest among the Sect Leaders!

However, now Mu Yun's evaluation of Fang La is going to rise to another level, because his father, Mu Cangqiong, the sect leader of this sect, is obviously also very optimistic about Fang La, and promises him as the most powerful descendant.

Mu Cangqiong saw that Mu Yun was distracted, and said: "Zhao Butcher's matter, you can solve it yourself, I think, you should make a little achievement to show those old guys in the sect." Chaos is coming, as long as you work hard, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get unimaginable gains in this chaos. I think that my Da Ming Zun Sect has been dormant in the Central Plains for hundreds of years, and now it is finally time to harvest, you are my son, I hope that the Da Ming Zun Sect will be raised in your hands and the ardent heart is even much higher than my own, do you understand?

Mu Yun's emotions finally became excited, he and Mu Cangqiong, a father and son, were both arrogant people, and they never had the warmth and closeness of ordinary fathers and sons. On the contrary, they have always tried to avoid meeting, and even when they do, the topics rarely involve personal affairs, so that Mu Yun sometimes wonders: Am I his son?

But Mu Cangqiong's unprecedented confession of true love completely reversed the weight of the word father in his mind, and he suddenly realized a fact: his father paid more attention to him and doted on him than ordinary fathers, but he never expressed it.

Mu Yun suddenly knelt down and said very jerkyly: Daddy, my son is wrong, in many things, my son really doesn't understand Daddy's good intentions, such as today