Zhang Mochen's figure was about to disappear at the threshold, when suddenly a gentle and somewhat shy voice came from behind him. Originally, the hurried pace stagnated slightly, but after a moment, I saw that the young man did not look back, and disappeared in place in an instant like an arrow shot out vigorously.

Seeing Zhang Mochen's somewhat embarrassed appearance, the girl who had been standing in place from beginning to end finally couldn't help it, bent her waist slightly, and laughed out loud.

......

The laughter behind him became farther and farther away, and finally it was inaudible, Zhang Mochen gasped and stopped.

"Hoo ......"

With a releasing exhalation, Zhang Mochen shook his head self-deprecatingly, "It's so fucking embarrassing!"

Zhang Mochen took two more deep breaths, and his violently beating heart finally calmed down. But at this moment, Zhang Mochen's mind suddenly appeared with that white face that was as clear as a lotus, as beautiful as a flower, and a little intoxicating. The heart that had just calmed down involuntarily popped up again involuntarily and madly.

Zhang Mochen slapped himself in the face a few times, and scolded himself in his heart: "Bastard, Mo Ran is your sister!"

Feeling the heat, the blush on Zhang Mochen's face finally disappeared. Then he straightened his chest, coughed dryly, and continued to walk forward.

Because of the failure of Zhang Moran's retreat, Zhang Mochen originally intended to appease him, but now he has made such an embarrassing situation by mistake. However, although it was a little embarrassing, it was over after all.

Zhang Mochen pretended to be calm along the way, and finally returned to his room, sat on the stool, and after a moment of silence, shouted, "Miscellaneous hair!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Mochen couldn't wait to slap himself to death with one palm, so he fled because he was in the wilderness, and threw the miscellaneous hair at Zhang Moran.

Zhang Mochen, who had just wanted to get up, felt a sense of embarrassment in his heart, and at the same time, Zhang Moran's irresistible face appeared in his mind again. Thinking of these two, Zhang Mochen slowly sat down with his already raised buttocks.

......

While Zhang Mochen was a little bitter and had nothing to do in the room alone, everyone in the Zhang family hall gathered. However, except for the four brothers and sisters of the Zhang family, only the core figures were present. It looks like they're discussing something out of the ordinary.

Up to Zhang Tianfeng, middle to Zhang Tianluan, Zhang Tianchi, Zhang Tianbing, down to other core figures in the clan, at this moment, their faces were all covered with dark clouds. The hall, which already looked very solemn, was even more dull.

"Hmph, these bastards are so hateful!" Zhang Tianchi is the hottest one among the four brothers and sisters of the Zhang family. With the cultivation of a beginner Jin Yuan Master, he is a Hades-like existence in this Sanye Town. The donkey's temper came up, even if it was the emperor Lao Tzu, he dared to beat it.

"Everyone already knows the news, what are the countermeasures?" Zhang Tianfeng sat on the rosewood chair, holding a piece of Zou Baba paper in his hand, and his eyes swept across the stage solemnly.

Zhang Tianbing's cold voice sounded flatly, although he was not shocked, but he could feel a trace of anger from that coldness, "Doubling the price of the supply is really a robbery!"

There was nothing to do today, but Zhang Tianfeng received a flying pigeon message, so he temporarily gathered everyone. The other end of the flying pigeon book is naturally Zhang Molin, but it is not good news, but the bad news that the bounty group wants to double the price of the supply again is transmitted to the Zhang family.

Zhang Tianluan's old face looked a little unnatural at this time, on the one hand, the situation in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range was further complicated, and he was worried about the situation of his son Zhang Molin, on the other hand, the bounty group's price increase again showed that Zhang Molin was not doing things effectively. Therefore, after thinking for a moment, he slowly walked to the center of the hall and bent deeply towards the stage.

"Patriarch, it's Lin Er's incompetence and betrayal of the family's trust! I would like to replace!" Zhang Tianluan's voice was a little choked, and tears welled up in his eyes that were wrapped in loose eyelids.

The state has national laws, the family has family rules, and the rewards and punishments are clear, so that it can prosper forever.

The Zhang family is no exception. In the past, when tasks were completed, rewards were not stingy, and things were messed up, but they were not merciless. Even Zhang Tianfeng, who was severely punished by the old patriarch for a mistake, almost abolished his cultivation, and the scar on his back that looked a little jaw-dropping is a good proof of this. Therefore, human affection is insignificant in the face of clan rules.

However, at this time, what awaited Zhang Tianluan was not the punishment of the clan rules, but Zhang Tianfeng's powerful but gentle hands.

Zhang Tianluan slowly straightened his waist with the support of his hands on his arms, and his somewhat cloudy eyes were printed with Zhang Tianfeng's relieved smile.

"Big brother, how could I punish Lin Er. The stakes are big, even if I go in person, I'm afraid the situation won't be much better than today, Lin Er is good!" Zhang Tianfeng looked at his own eldest brother in front of him, and found that there seemed to be more white silk on his head than yesterday.

Although Zhang Tianluan is the same mother as Zhang Tianfeng, he is much older. When Zhang Tianfeng was a child, he was the mainstay of the family. But for some reasons, the old man of the Zhang family did not pass on the family position to this eldest son, but to Zhang Mochen's father, Zhang Tianfeng.

Although the brotherhood is deep, in the face of the overall situation of the family, Zhang Tianfeng has to accept the position of patriarch. However, whenever he recalls his childhood, Zhang Tianluan's love for his brother, who is not lighter than a mountain, Zhang Tianfeng will always involuntarily feel a trace of guilt in his heart.

As the eldest son, Zhang Tianluan got married very early, but he had no heirs for a long time, Zhang Molin was Zhang Tianluan's son in his later years, so his love was by no means beyond the reach of ordinary fathers. But right now, Zhang Molin is in a predicament alone, although it was Zhang Tianluan who took the initiative to ask for help, but the final decision was made by Zhang Tianfeng, the patriarch, if there is anything missing, then Zhang Tianfeng really doesn't know how to face his brother who is getting white.

Hearing Zhang Tianfeng's gentle words, Zhang Tianluan's old eyes could no longer control the tears that fluctuated back and forth.

"Second brother..."

After Zhang Tianfeng became the patriarch, Zhang Tianluan was speechless on the surface, but the relationship between the two gradually drifted apart. Since then, in Zhang Tianluan's mouth, there is only a 'patriarch', and there is no 'second brother'.

Now, however, the long-lost intimate brotherhood seems to be back. Zhang Tianfeng smiled slightly and gave Zhang Tianluan a gentle hug.

The brothers returned to the same as before, but after all, it was not the time to sensationalize, and when he was in danger, Zhang Tianfeng still put away his smile, patted Zhang Tianluan's shoulder, and motioned for him to return to his seat. He also turned around slowly, walked towards the rosewood chair with heavy steps.