Chen Liu's expression stiffened, almost twisting his neck into a twist, looking at Mo Qingshan behind him, he stammered and asked, "Lord Qingshan, you, you won't be too, and you haven't come back, have you?"

Mo Qingshan spread his hands so that he could see himself clearly, and said with a wry smile: "You can see it at a glance." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 If I had come back, how could I have been such a cultivator? How could I not even be able to defeat these people?"

Chen Liu shook his head, shook faster and faster, and said continuously: "No, no, there must be something wrong!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stepped out in a few steps, grabbing the team members who were helping other wounded people to bandage and treat in the distance, "Look at Lord Aoyama, what's wrong?"

The team member was confused, "Captain, what's wrong with you?" Of course Aoyama-sama is wrong! How can you leave such a big wound alone and run around the field?"

Chen Liuchai asked, "Lord Qingshan came back from the Yuanwu Realm five thousand years ago, right? Did you see him at that time?"

The team member reached out and touched Chen Liu's forehead, "Captain, are you burned? Where can I see Lord Qingshan casually? Of course he has been back, otherwise how could the eldest lady send him again?"

Chen Liu, who was unwilling, asked several of his subordinates, and the answers he got were all the same. But he was not happy at all.

It is impossible for Mo Qingshan and Zhuohua to have fun with themselves, and the pure-blooded Xuanwu adults who are printed in the same mold as Xuantian Oak can't be faked.

In other words, if his memory is really wrong, then it is not just one person who is wrong, but it is more likely that not only the twenty members of the rescue team including him, but the entire Beidou Immortal Realm have been deceived by a big lie!

And the most terrifying thing is that they don't know who the liars are!

Just when Chen Liu's scurrying around the field for verification, Liu Feiliu pinched Ying Xuezheng with an unkind expression, gritted his teeth and said: "Husband, I can hear it clearly this time! They are talking about Aunt Nangong is talking about the stinky boy who abducted Wubao! You are still fooling me, what people are talking about may also be twin brothers!"

Ying Xuezheng secretly said that although he did have the intention of fooling in this direction, he never said that! However, he couldn't deal with Fei Liu about this matter, and what was even more helpless was that the current situation was even more unsuitable to ask the sissy captain!

He had to persuade patiently: "I listen to those few muttering, it seems that we have been involved in a big conspiracy." The overall situation is important, let's discuss this matter later, right? Besides, maybe that uncle is Nangong Wufang, and his family took advantage of his absence to give him a title!"

He saw that Liu Feiliu's face was full of suspicion, so he had no choice but to go out and take himself as an example, "Think about it, when you married me, didn't my father also force me to set a family affair! Otherwise, we wouldn't have run into the mountains, stay for so many years, and don't go home until you are pregnant with Wubao!"

As soon as Liu Feiliu heard him mention the events of the year, he didn't get angry, "Anyway, your father just doesn't look down on me! I finally got pregnant with Wubao, and he didn't even give me a chance to prove myself! It's all your unproductive brother! Even your father is critically ill, and he doesn't know how to send someone into the mountains to find us! With me, how can your father not be saved?"

After many years, Ying Xuezheng only had no choice but to regret it. He put his arm around his wife's shoulder, "The past is gone. I think Nangong Wufang is still quite similar to me, if it weren't for Wubao, he wouldn't be missing now. That Miss Cheng is eighty percent, oh no! Ten percent is a ghost in his house!"

Liu Feiliu thought about it, and felt that what his wise husband said was quite reasonable! "Hmph! Let's go to the capital with this Miss Cheng's people first! When we arrive in the capital, we will settle accounts with Nangong's father and mother!"

Ying Xuezheng was slightly embarrassed, and reminded in a low voice: "The son-in-law's father and mother are said to be gone, as if there is only one grandfather in the family." ”

"Oh, then let's go settle accounts with his grandfather!" Liu Feiliu corrected with kindness.

At the same moment, Grandpa Nangong, who was far away in the Beidou Capital, sneezed uncontrollably, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that yesterday's fighting with that mediocre and blind old dragon caused him to lose his energy and cold?

Under him stood a young master who looked to be about ten years old, his eyes were red, and he was still a little choked up when he spoke, "Grandpa, someone must have scolded you! Who made you do all the bad things!"

Grandpa Nangong's eyes widened, "What nonsense! I just have a wind chill!"

The young man suddenly trembled with fright, but his mouth kept whispering: "Who believes it, the Vermilion Bird belongs to the earth with a strong fire aura and a cold wind? I think it's about the same as the wind and heat!"

"What are you muttering? Didn't I teach you, as the heir of the Suzaku clan, you must keep your head up and your chest high, and look directly at each other when you speak......" Grandpa Nangong picked up the long stick in his hand and wanted to beat it.

The young man jumped to the side quickly, looked directly at Grandpa Nangong and said loudly: "Anyway, I don't want a new mother!"

Grandpa Nangong jumped off the chair in one step, chased after the young man, waved his stick, and shouted: "Little rabbit cub! Then what do you say! Miss Cheng has supported the Suzaku family behind her back for so many years, if I don't sell your father, who else can I sell!"

The young man cried and cried as he ran, "Don't want a new mother! Just don't want a new mother! Marry yourself! Otherwise, let that old girl wait for me to grow up, and I will marry!"

Grandpa Nangong was so angry that his face was flushed, "What nonsense is the stinky boy talking about! Your grandmother has to tear you alive when she hears it!"

The young man's face froze, and he quickly changed his words, "I've said everything, I'll marry! Can't I marry yet? That old girl can't even wait for this little time?"

Outside the door of the main courtyard of the Suzaku Mansion, several small attendants probed their brains, but they didn't notice a young man in a white robe walking behind them.

He listened attentively to the chickens and dogs jumping in the yard, shook his head amusedly, stretched out his hand and knocked on the little waiter's head one by one.

The little waiter suddenly shook a spirit, and when he looked back, he breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and said in unison: "Brother Sansheng." ”

Sansheng pointed to the courtyard, "What is it for today?"

Little waiter, look at me, I'll look at you, and gossip: "What else can I do for it!"

"Except for his mother, when can the little young master last so long under the old lady's stick?"

"That's it, that's it, it's been a long time, and I haven't begged for mercy yet!"

Sansheng rubbed his brows, and under the reverent gaze of the little waiter, he walked straight in, turned a blind eye to the mess in the courtyard, bowed respectfully, and said loudly: "Patriarch, Young Master Huihuang, there is someone from the Yuanshan Mountain again." If the young master doesn't go to the dojo to listen to the class, the shark will be punished. ”