Chapter 227: A Thousand Heavy Feasts

"That child is indeed innocent, but she saved Yan Huang and is my enemy." The person who came laughed a little helplessly, but he was too cold-blooded, "What's more, if she doesn't get rid of it, she will always save Yan Huang again in the future." ”

Mo forgot to frown, a trace of disdain flashed on his face, and the disdain was very clear.

The people who came did not think they were angry.

His eyes were deep, he only looked at Mo and forgot his worries, and stopped talking for a long time.

The moment he turned to leave, he said: "You take care of the world, but I am a selfish person, and I always remember the events of that year clearly." ”

Mo forgot to worry about what he wanted to say, but the person who came had already left.

Behind the tree on the side, a middle-aged man in a golden shirt walked out, it was the head of the Xilu family, Qianzhongyan.

"That's Candle Song?" Qianzhong asked.

Mo Wuwu nodded.

I opened the courtyard barrier casually, made a "please" action, and entered my courtyard with the thousand heavy banquets.

As he walked, Qianzhong Yan shook his head with a smile and sighed several times.

"He still can't put it down?"

Mo forgot his worries and didn't answer, and said "You came late enough", and then remembered that Qianyan followed Mo Feng away, so he told Qianzhong about what happened at the altar, and said a little apologetically at the end:

"They've all grown up, and I think it's not a bad thing to get a little bit of training."

Qianzhong shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent and broken.

"It's okay!" He smiled and gloated, "You can send out all of your two sons, but what about my three sons, what about sending one?" ”

Mo forgot to worry and was stunned.

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but glare at Mo Wang.

Qianjuyan pursed his lips, entered the room and sat down with a grin, grabbed the teapot and teacup, and drank it himself.

"Alas!"

Mo Forget sighed.

Looking at Qianzhongyan's heartless appearance, thinking of the shallow Xiaozhu that Qian's has operated in recent years, facing his old friends, Mo Forget's mood is a little complicated.

The small building of a thousand deaths, on the surface, seems to be an industry for thousands of deaths, but in fact it is a channel for collecting information from all parties.

"What are you going to do, that shallow little building?"

Mo Wangwu couldn't help but ask.

Qianzhongyan sighed.

"You've asked this question several times, haven't you?"

"No less than five times." Mo forgot to worry and said honestly.

"And you still ask?"

"Because you've never told the truth." Mo Wangwu said, his expression was a little solemn, "I don't want you to go the wrong way." ”

"It's not that complicated!"

Qianzhongyan waved his hand, and the golden sleeves were brilliant in the reflection of the lamps and candles.

"I just think that Xilushu is very popular, and I am afraid that someone will worry about it, so I secretly inquire about the news. Besides......" After a pause, Qianzhong Yan continued, "The year is not good, and the language of the ancient gods has fallen on us and my son, and I am panicking. ”

Mo forgot to worry and frowned slightly.

Every time, Senju said so.

But for some reason, with such a reasonable explanation, Mo Wangwu just can't believe it.

Why?

Mo Wuwu thought about it carefully, as if he had reported to Liluo before, Liluo didn't say a word, just sneered - since then, he has also become suspicious, right?

Thinking of leaving, Mo forgot to worry a little distressed.

Sighing softly, he said solemnly to the Thousand Banquets:

"Anyway, thank you for coming over this time."

Qianzhongyan looked puzzled.

"Isn't that how it should be? And what is there to be thankful for? ”

Mo Wangwu sneered self-deprecatingly: "Although everyone in the world thinks that Liluo is a fake Yuan Sheng, but what is the truth, none of the heads of the Wufang family are not clear, but you see, you are the only one who is willing to come to the funeral." ”

The serious Yuan Sheng passed away, but he was so cold and miserable.