Mu Qingge didn't speak, just shifted his gaze to the man in white beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "God is jealous of talents, I can't do anything!" ”

The words are indifferent and decisively refused!

In this world, no one is perfect, and everyone wants God to be fair to him.

So, who will give him justice?

Now except for his blade, the rest of people's affairs have nothing to do with him.

Dongfang Linqi's eyes did not have a trace of emotional change, they were still as indifferent as water, not deliberately disguised, but from the inside, they had already looked down on it, and put life and death out of the way.

"City Lord, I came this time to ask for each other sincerely." Dongfang frowned indifferently and continued to speak.

This is the last hope, he hasn't even seen it and said that he can't do anything, which is obviously refusal, how can he accept it.

"It doesn't matter if you really ask for each other, powerlessness is powerlessness." A handsome face was hidden under a black mask, only the inky deep pupils appeared, and the eyes were all indifferent, with a touch of coldness.

It's not arrogant, it's not invincible, but it really can't move time and energy.

Besides, a stranger, he doesn't need to spend energy.

"I know that this is a member of my Eastern clan and has nothing to do with you, but, I hope that the city lord will experience the heart of a father. If this were the case for your son, would you be as indifferent as you are today? Dongfang sighed indifferently and softly, still refusing to give up.

own son...

Mu Qingge was slightly stunned in his heart, and a layer of ripples rippled.

His son, whom he has not yet seen.

Mu Hanyue said that Mu Hanfeng came to the Shenwu Continent a few years before her, but he never heard from him, and he didn't know whether he was good or bad now.

His daughter, he hurts.

His son, he also hurts.

It's just that now his children and his grandsons are gone, and there is no news.

This makes him feel good and calm.

Looking at Mu Qingge's silent appearance, Dongfang indifferently continued to speak: "I don't want the city lord to cure my son, he has been sick since birth, and I don't have much hope, but I still want to give it a try."

Now I just want the city lord to take a look and check if his body is still a chance to be saved? ”

Although he said this, he had a lot of hope in his heart.

Over the years, he never gave up.

Mu Qingge didn't speak, his eyes narrowed dangerously, his eyes looked at the two of them a few times, his thin lips opened lightly, and he said coldly: "The head of the Dongfang family overestimates my strength too much, and I may not be able to heal him." ”

Listening to his answer and knowing that he had agreed, Dongfang was indifferent and happy: "It's okay, the city lord just needs to do his best." ”

After all, he was also very nervous in his heart, and he was really afraid that he would hear the answer he didn't want to hear.

Dongfang Linqi was very quiet from beginning to end, just quietly listening to the conversation between the two, his eyes were as indifferent as water, and the breath on his body was very elegant and dusty, and his presumptuous spirit could merge with this breeze at any time and dissipate in the air.

"The head of the Oriental family gave birth to a good son." The young man in white in front of him, even if he has been plagued by illness = all year round, and he can't live like a normal person, but now he has a lot more strength than ordinary people.