"Understood?" Zhao Junyu turned back to An Ruolan and Aunt Luo, and said lightly.

Well, the two nodded as if they didn't understand.

Zhao Junyu slapped another palm on An Canghai's back heart, and a strong stream of true yuan continued to enter the latter's body.

After a while, An Canghai's pale face gradually flushed, with a hint of vitality, and became more and more energetic.

The snort also began to gradually calm and even.

"After slowly recuperating for about half a year, you can slowly heal. Zhao Junyu frowned, and didn't say the second half of the sentence, after all, after being sucked life essence for so many years, it is inevitable to lose one's life.

An Ruolan was full of joy and sorrow, and suddenly threw herself into Zhao Junyu's arms and wept in a low voice.

The things that have plagued her for many years are solved by her own man raising his hand.

Now I know that the man I fancy is not an ordinary person, but it is not as simple as just appreciating jade and playing the piano and fighting.

Before laughing at himself, he didn't want to rely on him and solve family affairs by himself, who knew that what he thought was a big event in the eyes of others, and he would do it with a gesture.

Aunt Luo was relieved that Ruolan had finally found a home to rely on, and the An family had finally come to work.

Zhao Junyu comforted An Ruolan, snorted coldly, and brought in Mo Baojun, who was still lying in the courtyard.

With a snap, he knelt in front of An Canghai's bed.

"Tell me, what's the matter, it's a little dishonest that makes you lose your soul. Zhao Junyu said coldly.

Mo Baojun had already seen that the female ghost in An Canghai's body had been uprooted at this time, and he knew that the means of this person in front of him were not trivial, and he was determined to resist it, so he could only wait until his uncle came, and he was afraid that this person would be arrogant?

But now that the hero doesn't suffer the immediate loss, Mo Baojun has no choice but to explain honestly.

Ai Ai is vague and explained from the beginning.

This is a cliché story of a farmer and a snake.

Mo Baojun was lonely and homeless when he was a child, wandering on the street, An Canghai kindly took him home as an apprentice, but this person was impure by nature, and gradually became unhappy when he grew up, and he had been secretly planning to seize the property of the main family and coveted An Ruolan.

It wasn't until five years ago that I happened to meet a distant uncle who had the ability to understand the gods, and when he saw that he had some cultivation roots, he passed on some low-level spells to him.

This person lost his conscience and hit An Canghai with the idea, used his close relationship to obtain An Canghai's personal things, placed a ghost raising curse, and colluded with outsiders to use a trick to make An Canghai look at the antique business several times in a row, and spent tens of millions to buy a bunch of worthless broken things, of course, the money fell into Mo Baojun's pocket after a circle.

Since then, the An family has gradually declined, but Mo Baojun has gradually become a well-known rich man, and because of his ability to communicate with the gods, he has befriended some high-ranking officials and nobles.

An Ruolan and Aunt Luo listened and listened, trembling with anger, and they couldn't wait to step forward and tear this white-eyed wolf with their hands.

An Canghai, who was lying on the bed, suddenly breathed rapidly and unsteadily, his expression was distorted when he closed his eyes, and his hands began to tremble.

An Ruolan hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.

Zhao Junyu frowned slightly with a sneer, is this really as simple as trying to seize the family property?

At this moment, a noise came from the gate of the courtyard.

"What kind of little brute who doesn't have long eyes dares to poison Mo's juniors?

Mo Baojun, who was kneeling on the ground, heard this voice, like Meng Xianyin, and suddenly jumped up and rushed out with lightning speed.

Zhao Junyu clasped his hands to his chest, sneered slightly, and did not stop it.

Leisurely and leisurely, he walked out slowly.

I saw seven or eight people around the courtyard, and a few of them were villagers who had just sneaked out.

The other three or four people, dressed in tunics, respectfully followed behind a middle-aged man dressed in a silk centipede button-down shirt with half-black, half-hundred, half-hundred.

Seeing Zhao Junyu come out, the middle-aged fat aunt just now jumped out suddenly, "It's this arrogant boy who injured Baojun, Master Mo, you can't let him go." ”

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death, those who dare to beat our Momen, why don't you quickly kneel down and make amends?"

"How can you just make amends? Cut off your limbs and kneel until dawn!"

"Master Mo's nephew also dares to fight, and he is impatient?"

The young men in Mao suits all gossiped, staring at Zhao Junyu viciously and sneering.

Mo Baojun crawled to the feet of the middle-aged man, grabbed the middle-aged man's trouser leg, and cried indistinctly: "Uncle, uncle, you have to be the master of Xiaojun, this person is bold, he doesn't take his uncle in his eyes at all, and he can't let him go!"

As soon as he turned his head, his blood-red eyes stared at Zhao Junyu viciously, and his eyes were about to split.

"Little brute, aren't you biting, aren't you a cow?"

"I'll let you it!"

"I promise I won't kill you all at once! Mo Baojun said to himself, completely ignoring the change in the face and expression of his uncle and middle-aged man above.

"Crush the bones of my body, right, I said you people can't change the lines?" Zhao Junyu shook his head and sneered.

He didn't look at the middle-aged man below, and sat down leisurely.

The surrounding young people in tunics, as well as the villagers, already felt that something was wrong, and the noise gradually subsided.

Mo Baojun also felt that something was wrong, why was Uncle Zu's legs trembling?

Looking up, I saw that my uncle's always mighty face was covered with beads of sweat like soybeans, and his legs were trembling non-stop, and he could barely stand.

"You give me a dead death! something that doesn't have long eyes!" Uncle Zu suddenly shouted violently and kicked Mo Baojun away.

Mo Baojun was in mid-air, drew an arc like a ball, and fell face down on the ground with a bang, this time the fall was even worse, the bridge of his nose was broken, and the blood and snot flowed.

This accident blinded everyone's eyes, and a few villagers and the so-called Momen people who were still proud just now stared at each other and were confused.

Could it be that Master Mo has been chattering lately, and he is not normal?

This is not over, the middle-aged man slapped the few disciples who were shouting just now, and slapped them down one by one.

"Seniors, I'm so blind, I really didn't mean to, I really don't know that my seniors are here, and I ask my seniors to raise their noble hands, raise their noble hands!"

The middle-aged man, that is, Master Mo, who was more powerful than everyone in the eyes, slowly knelt down under the surprised gazes of everyone.

Bang bang bang slap after slap yourself.

"I'm so, I'm blind!"

Silence! Deathly silence, only the snapping, the crisp sound of a slap.

A group of villagers, including An Ruolan and Aunt Luo, who had just come out, were petrified.

The middle-aged man was Master Mo, who was exposed and beaten by Zhao Junyu in the back hall of the reception.

He had already been frightened by Zhao Junyu.

I didn't see anyone just now, so I blurted out a little brute outside, which made him regret his intestines.

"Isn't the predecessor in Tianhai, how did you get here?"

Master Mo slapped himself while seeing An Ruolan step forward to hold Zhao Junyu.

"Damn, this is a big problem. Master Mo secretly complained bitterly, and couldn't help but pump harder.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)