Fairyland, big problem

"Please tell me, Mr. Wen."

"What can restrain the mind of the old Patriarch must be something of great weight. Either there is a problem with the management of your family, or some powerful evil thing."

Randomly throw out two options that a discerning person wants to get, the big family is not easy to steer, and it has its own difficulties;

If it weren't for the difficulties within the clan, the Su An family, the enemy is of course a powerful evil.

"The relationship between the various clans of our Mu family is fairly harmonious, as for the powerful evil thing..."

Wen Jiu waved his hand very consciously, "You don't need to tell me this in detail, I'm an outsider and I don't want to get involved."

"Understood." Mu Fengshuang nodded lightly, "I can think of some concerns about the Patriarch, and I have to discuss the details with my father."

"Yes, no matter how deep I am, I don't want to get involved."

Do things for money and draw boundaries. This is Wen Jiu's business principle.

As the dinner time approached, Mu Fengshuang expressed his thanks again before leaving.

"Mr. Wen is really capable, and the salary will be doubled for you."

"I accepted the entrustment and just performed my duty."

Wen Jiu is righteous, the corner of his mouth almost reaches his ears, COS Dragon King Scorpion.

The sound of footsteps goes away, and the sound of footsteps approaches.

Mu Fengshuang left, and the little secretary came over with food.

"Wen Jiu!"

"Tsk, you Miss Mu call me Mr. Wen, why do you know me well?"

"Hey hey."

The little secretary has nothing to do these days, so she comes to Wen Jiu's guest room every day to take away two bottles of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and she is really familiar with it.

"Look, I added food for you today."

The little secretary brought food for two people, and put two extra trotters on Wen Jiu's plate.

"you."

"Drink with pig's trotters."

"I do not drink."

The little secretary was not very dignified when eating with acquaintances. He was a proper cooker and cooker. Every time he spoke, his mouth was never empty.

"Wen Jiu, has the miss's matter been resolved?"

"I tried my best. Whether I can solve it depends on how the old Patriarch sets the difficulty."

"Yes, hehe."

Speaking of Wen Jiu's business, the little secretary naturally asked about his young lady.

"Do you know our lady's dream?"

"have no idea."

Mu Fengshuang was not the commissioned object this time, analyzing the image of the old Patriarch's sweet dream exhausted Wen Jiu physically and mentally, and he didn't have the mind to engage in side business.

"Miss' dream...is far away."

These words were quite literary, but it was a pity that the little secretary was holding a pig's trotter, and the atmosphere was completely destroyed.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the wine has passed three rounds.

The din of the Mu family banquet hall gradually fell silent.

Mu Yi'an's performance at the banquet can be described as brilliant. He realized that the old Patriarch's cultivation power actually came from the Patriarch and from the world.

The higher the level of practice, the heavier the burden, not the complete arrogance and ease.

Saying this on a happy day sounds a bit rebellious, but the old Patriarch gave Mu Yi'an a very high evaluation.

"That's it."

In the passenger compartment, Mu Fengshuang, who had finished the banquet, conveyed the situation to Wen Jiu.

I don't know if it was because of drinking, or because of his father's understanding of Grandpa, Mu Fengshuang was quite excited, and his cheeks were red and intoxicating than fine wine.

"Mr. Wen, I didn't expect you to fulfill the commission perfectly. I kept overestimating you, and finally underestimated you."

"You're welcome, luck plays a major role."

I am really happy to receive double rewards, but unfortunately the game interface does not reward the player with dream points, the Crescent Feather is used up, and the old Patriarch's commission has not been fulfilled.

Well done, but far from perfect.

The banquet was over, and Mu Fengshuang came back to feed back the information, but Wen Jiu didn't get the dream points, which showed that Mu Yi'an's statement could not touch the depths of the old Patriarch's heart.

The old Patriarch's thoughts are too deep, comparable to the night at this time.

It was late at night, and as a lady from a famous family, Mu Fengshuang got up to say goodbye because it was inconvenient to stay in the boys' room for a long time.

"Mr. Wen, we will send a car to take you back to Changle City tomorrow morning."

"OK."

I have already expressed my thanks several times, and Mu Fengshuang thanked her again before leaving, and then closed the door.

"Miss Mu."

"Um."

The maid in the corridor of the passenger compartment held a simple lantern, "The old lady is calling you to come over."

"grandmother?"

"The old lady said that you have worked hard, and the white fungus soup is waiting for you."

"I'll be there right away."

With light steps, Mu Fengshuang was in a good mood.

She didn't know what dream points were, she just felt that she had found a strange person and completed the task unexpectedly.

After the old Patriarch finished speaking, there were indeed many experts in the clan who made clear interpretations, which scored high points in theory, and Mu Yi'an's answer was beyond the concept, which happened to hit the old Patriarch's affection.

Sentimental and reasonable, you can be called a living soothman.

"Grandma, grandpa."

In the other courtyard behind Mu's house, Mu Fengshuang laughed and called out, while the maids on both sides lowered their eyebrows and nodded.

"Fengshuang, come."

The benevolent old woman took half a step out of the house door, led her granddaughter's little hand into the room, and smiled so that her wrinkles stretched out.

"I've worked hard these past few days. It's all because of the old man talking about such difficult things, which made our family's head hurt."

"Grandpa said it well, but I have no roots."

As soon as the old woman turned her head, she saw the head of the family quietly unlocking the crock and sniffing the fragrance of white fungus inside.

"Hey! Old man, I make soup for my granddaughter, why are you so greedy?!"

The old Patriarch was so frightened that his neck shrank, and he didn't have the dignity of a seat in the discussion hall, but was full of profundity and warmth.

"I'll show Fengshuang the heat."

"It's even out of the pot, where's the heat?"

"Grandma, grandpa, let's eat together."

"Eh!"

The old Patriarch clasped his hands and sat down, "If Fengshuang doesn't come, I've been out of customs for a week, and I haven't had the old lady's soup."

"Nonsense, on the day I left the customs, I brought the soup, and you chewed on the glaze on the earthen pot."

When she was young, Mu Fengshuang watched her grandparents so affectionate and bickering, and only hoped that they were safe and sound.

Riding on the hot soup, the old Patriarch sat beside his granddaughter, "Fengshuang, what did your father open up this time, and he also knows that my heart is bound."

"Um…"

Mu Fengshuang thought of Wen Jiu's attitude, and knew that he was only doing missions and didn't want to get involved with the Su'an family.

"Father has worked hard. He has practiced hard and shared the pressure of many outside industries. It is normal for him to understand."

"Hey, in fact, the most I dreamed of before I left the customs was... the video records I saw as the direct line of the head of the family."

The mission of the Su'an family has been passed down from generation to generation. The old patriarch's coming-of-age ceremony was to watch a video recorded by the spiritual crystal under the leadership of the elders.

In the depths of the forbidden area, the eye of the formation where the sealing formation gathers, the evil god has not been destroyed for a thousand years, and is still ready to move, watching for any openings that may appear at any time.

"I often dream of the horrible scene of the six fingers breaking the ground, and I feel a heavy responsibility on my shoulders."

The old Patriarch's statement is indistinguishable from Mu Yi'an's guess, but at this moment, Mu Fengshuang feels a different kind of affection as a granddaughter.

"Grandpa, are you scared?"

"Afraid? Our Mu family is stronger than before, what fear do I have?"

For some reason, Mu Fengshuang felt that Grandpa was afraid.

The soft little hand held the big hand of the vicissitudes of life, "It's okay, Grandpa, with us..."

The old Patriarch paused, the more he practiced, the more he felt the power of the evil god, and the fear in his heart could only be buried deep.

How can the head of the house be afraid?

I did feel the fear again... I just covered it up.

He knew that this would be a bondage in his heart, a real bondage.

At this time, he was held by his granddaughter with one hand, and his wife who was in love with each other held the other hand. The old patriarch no longer denied it, and faced his fear directly.

Suddenly, he felt something, and turned his head back.

In the depths of the forbidden area, the evil god is about to move.

The bond of the family and the kinship maintain the seal, and the power of the formation is even more powerful, dragging the evil god into the bottomless abyss...