"Father Muwen, you have lost weight again. Have you been sleeping hard lately?"

Blusch's voice was soft, as if the person in front of him was a fragile crystal statue that would shatter at the slightest touch.

The contrast between the voice and his appearance was so violent that it was almost ridiculous, and Mu Wen did laugh.

The warmth in that smile was like the sunshine shining on him, bright, warm, and quiet, as if the whole spring had melted into this smile.

At this moment, the natural advantages of his appearance well neutralized the terrifying temperament on his body, and at this moment, pursing his lips and laughing at him also has a convincing power, as if as long as he is there, all problems can be solved.

"You should get down to business, my child." He shook his head, with a mild reproach in his tone:

"I have my own body, it's not a big deal, it's just an old problem. Compared to you, to Silver City, everything doesn't matter."

He continued to use the old name of the White Frost City, the Silver City, and Blush had obviously heard it, and seemed a little helpless about it, so he corrected him gently:

"Father Mu Wen, how many times have the boy told you, it's not Silver City, it's White Frost City."

He said and slightly accentuated his tone, "It's just in front of the kid, when you go outside, you still don't have to say this again, in case you are listened to by someone with a heart, your identity ......."

"I don't have an identity." Mu Wen interrupted him, and the blue eyes on the left were like an ancient frozen lake, and the chill was pressing.

"I don't have an identity." He repeated it again in a cold voice, and then grinned, his blackened teeth fainting in the sunlight:

"If there were, I'm just a witch doctor wandering the grasslands, a man humblerly than dust. Whatever I say or do, it will be like the wind blowing through the valleys and meadows, leaving no trace."

Brush looked at him in a daze, and after a few breaths, lowered his eyes, "Yes, Father Muwen."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently touched his forehead. In the etiquette of the Jin family, this is the highest tribute to the dearest elders.

"Boy, listen to you." He said.

Mu Wen looked at him with low eyebrows, his blue eyes were covered by his eyebrow bones, and he couldn't see his expression. Still, his voice was as gentle as ever.

"Kid, there's news from Chang Li." He leaned over and picked up a piece of paper on the table, which had been sitting in front of him for a long time, and he held it up at the moment and shook it a few times towards Yoshiko.

It was not so much to divert the subject as to appease Blusch, as is every father who tries to appease his son, a little stiff and a little clumsy.

"What does the letter say?" Blusch lowered his hand and raised his head, his expression returning to normal

Mu Wen's eyes didn't seem to be very good. He brought the note all the way to his eyes, his cyan pupils narrowed slightly, and he read it word by word in the bright sunlight outside the window:

"The sixth tiger cub is seriously ill and has not been seen for several days; The treasure full of gold and silver was taken by the largest tiger cub, and now, it is counting every copper coin inside. ….

The queen lion finally left her lair, surrounded by goshawks and hyenas; The she-wolf in lion's skin has taken over the place, and in the next half month, she will be the master of the place, and the goshawks and hyenas that lie in ambush around must be careful.

The old lion king may not have slept, but he lowered his head, but opened his eyes."

Shaking the brittle paper, the wind outside the window blew the "bang" sound to pieces, and Mu Wen let out a strange chuckle: "Hehe, the Gurtai family is always so lively."

Brush sat down for a few breaths, grabbed the wine cup and drank it in one gulp, and then put it on the table with a "tuck", his face a little complicated.

The lions and tiger cubs written in the secret letter are all his relatives.

But thinking about it later, this may be just his wishful thinking, and whether people are willing to recognize him as a relative has to be said.

"Your queen aunt seems to be going to do something to the Hezhe clan

now."

Mu Wen seemed to know that Yizi was in a bad mood, so he smiled at the right time, and then, a trace of worry crept up his cheeks:

"The lone wolf is not scary, the scary thing is that this lone wolf may have become a wolf, and there is already a wolf den around him, and the wolves are obeying his orders.

What I'm most worried about now is whether this wild wolf in White Frost City has also become a member of the wolf pack? If that happens, our enemies will be very difficult to deal with."

Brush let out a faint "oh", his thick weed-like eyebrows raised upward, and there was obvious mockery in his expression:

"So I'm wondering when they want to do it? Actually, you can wait a little longer, and when the wolf nest becomes the climate, and when they take up the entire lion's nest, then it's not too late to do it."

This is an obvious reverse, Mu Wen heard it, and he also knew that Yizi had a lot of resentment hidden in his heart.

He leaned forward, his cyan eyes staring intently at Brush. In the sun, his eyes were clearer than lapis lazuli:

"Anger will only burn your eyes, and complaining will only blind your heart. My children, take a long-term view, and don't forget the sky beyond because of the mountains in front of you."

The singing-like words, like the pupils as deep as water, make people feel convincing for no reason.

The ridicule on Brush's face dissipated, his eyes closed slightly, and his tense body relaxed.

"Don't be discouraged, child. You're stronger than you thought you were, and you're more composed than I thought."

In a low, gentle voice, a hand covered with old age spots pressed lightly on Brush's shoulder.

The fierce bear head tattoo was as obedient as a baby under this hand. And Mu Wen's tone was also so soft that it seemed to soothe the child:

"You must always remember that every grass and every grain of sand in this White Frost City belongs to you. As long as you hold on to what you have in your hand, the lions and tiger cubs in Changli will always rely on you. Someone will always listen to what you say."

He slightly increased the strength of his hand, as if he wanted to make Yoshiko feel his heart, and his voice became more and more soothing:

"Child, remember my words: neither the storm nor the wolves are terrible, but the terrible thing is the loss of the courage to fight. The most important thing you should do now is to be ready to fight those wolves. I'm sure you'll be the one who has the last laugh."

Brush's eyes were completely closed.

Whenever he was confused or angry, his father-in-law always gave him comfort and light. Those words were like a butter candle that illuminated the way forward for him and stopped him from wandering.

Yao Jishan