Lord, my wife was kidnapped by a Taoist priest

Chapter 97

Mou Wanliang, the richest man in Yunyin City, yelled loudly in front of the city lord's mansion, attracting the crowds of the people in the city to watch.

"Stinky boy, come out to me!"

"City Lord! Why did you detain my son here?!"

"Come on, break in and pick up the young master!"

Hulala surrounded a group of thugs, all of them were guards trained by Mofu.

The gate of the city lord's mansion was surrounded, and some people were trying to break in with sticks.

The officers and soldiers guarding the gate of the City Lord's Mansion flicked their spears, drawing a spark on the stone slab on the ground. "Trespassing on the City Lord's Mansion! Will be punished as a thug!"

The officers and militiamen here are all familiar people.Either relatives, neighbors, or people from the same city in the same city.Under normal circumstances, there will be no conflicts between civilians and officials, and soldiers will not point their weapons at ordinary people.

Among the common people, there is jealousy that does not meet their own conditions for people who are so rich as Mou Wanliang.I wish this wealthy businessman would fall, and I would not watch him run amok in the city relying on his family's wealth.

The common people are whispering among themselves, they are all waiting to see a good show.

Because the city's economic lifeline is here to find a family, the city owner usually turns a blind eye to his family's affairs, and ignores them if he can.

Now that Mou Wanliang actually provoked him to confront the officers and soldiers at the gate of the city lord's mansion, the ending would definitely not be hasty.

When Fang Derun heard the report, he said in his heart that his father came to find his son.

Immediately ran to find Mou Zhong, wanting to see if he was dead or not.As long as he is not dead, no matter how serious the matter is, there is room for change.

When Fang Derun opened the door, Mou Zhong was standing beside the bed with a dazed expression.

He remembered that he seemed to be knocked out by something, and it was still under his feet.Then, what's with the tattered clothes?

Fang Derun saw that he could still stand, so he was fine.

"Quick, your father is waiting for you at the door, come with me."

Fang Derun went up and took Mou Zhong's arm, all the way to the gate of the city lord's mansion.

At this time, the guards of the Mou Mansion were smashing the pink and white flowers on the wall with sticks.They can't fight officers and soldiers, can't they fight Fang Derun's favorite flower? !

Fang Derun looked at this posture, although he felt distressed, he didn't want to go up and confront Mou Wanliang.If you can avoid face-to-face tearing, you can avoid it, and you can't see it when you look down.

Fang Derun pushed Mou Zhong forward, and he dodged to hide by the wall inside the door.

Mou Zhong was pushed out of the door, his feet stumbled on the threshold, and he staggered.

"father"

Mou Zhongzhong fell down at Mou Wanliang's feet, and when he looked up, he saw his father staring at him with disgust.

Mou Wanliang thought where did this beggar come from.Just thinking, there are no beggars in the city for a long time, this person is from outside the city, right?

He heard the beggar call his father.

Mou Wanliang was so full of food, he squatted down with great effort, and carefully looked at the man with a dark face.

Look carefully, it is really his son.

"Zhong Zhong, what's wrong with you?"

Mou Wanliang helped him up, and saw a few pieces of rags hanging on his son.

"Father, why are you here?"

Mou Wanliang slaps Mou Zhong on the back of the head. "You have no conscience! Aren't I worried that you will be bullied outside?! Take a look, sure enough! Who made you like this, huh?! Tell dad!"

Mou Zhongzhong looked back at the City Lord's Mansion, thinking that his father should not know about Yu Jue's existence.Otherwise, with his father's personality, he would definitely come and snatch Yujue back to the mansion to be his wife.

Just as he was thinking, he heard his father stamp his foot. "I knew it was Fang Derun who dared to touch my son! Fang Derun, come out to me!"

"No, not dad, listen to me"

Before Mou Zhongzhong could explain anything, Yujue appeared at the door.

Yu Jue ignored Fang Derun, who was hiding behind the wall at the door, waving his hands frantically to her. She felt that one person should do things and one should be responsible, and the city lord should not be implicated.

"I moved your son. If you have any debts, you can settle with me."

Yu Jue's figure stood behind Mou Zhongzhong, and Mou Zhongzhong turned around abruptly when he heard the sound.He patted his forehead anxiously, and then quickly blocked his father's sight with his body.

It's a pity it's too late.

Mou Wanliang had already sized up Yujue.

Mou Zhongzhong is not young anymore, it is time for him to get married, marry a wife and have children.But what Zhong Zhong said to his father, there was no girl in the whole city who liked her.

His father also arranged for young girls to be stuffed into Mou Zhongzhong's bed, but Mou Zhongzhong kicked them out.

Mou Wanliang once suspected that his son was a broken sleeve.

Now that he runs to the City Lord's Mansion all day long, it's actually for a girl, which is great!

There is no one else in Mou Wanliang's eyes, including his own son.

He stepped forward and pulled Mou Zhong, who was in the way, aside, and stood in front of Yu Jue with a smile, with a look of relief in his eyes.

"What's your name?"

Yu Jue only saw a fat, greasy old man smiling wretchedly at him.

"What do you call me? I gave your son this beggar's outfit as a gift. How do you want to settle the score? Tell me quickly."

Mou Wanliang laughed, touched his chin and looked at Yujue: "It's really good to have personality."

Immediately, he reached out to grab Yu Jue's arm.

Yu Jue had been guarding against his trickery for a long time, and at the same time dodged it, he grabbed Mo Wanliang's wrist and spun around.Moaning in pain, he was caught.

"If you don't eat a toast, you won't eat fine wine. If your son can't manage well, you will come to trouble others! Do you want me to pay for your son's clothes, or do you want to single me out!?"

Mou Wanliang was subdued by Yu Jue, and he singled out a hammer.

The guards he brought wanted to step forward, but were stopped by Mou Wanliang's warning eyes.

"Girl, don't get me wrong, my son needs someone to discipline me. I think the girl is pretty good. Why don't we talk about it, I will pay you as much as the bride price, as long as you are willing to marry my son. Hey!"

Before Mou Wan could finish his sentence, Yu Jue let go of his hand and kicked him hard on the buttocks.

When he fell down the steps, he was caught by the guards, so he didn't get gnawed by a dog.

"There's something wrong!"

Yu Jue clapped his hands, wiped his clothes in disgust, and turned back to the City Lord's Mansion.

Mou Zhong hesitated to speak, and watched Yu Jue's figure disappear at the door until he could no longer be seen.

It's over, now it's even more difficult for him to get close to Yu Jue.

It's all his father's fault!
Mou Zhongzhong glared at Mou Wanliang resentfully, and left wearing beggar clothes.

Mou Wanliang hurriedly followed behind, ignoring the pain in his buttocks.

"Hey, tell Dad, what's the matter with that girl?"

"Do you like that girl? It's okay, leave it to Dad."

"Son, if I knew you liked this kind of delicate girl, Dad would have found this kind of girl for you a long time ago."

"In the past, it was Dad who was wrong in finding a wife for you. He always looked for someone with a good figure and a big butt to give birth to a son. Now that Dad knows what you like, Dad will take care of this for you first. "

"Wait, son, within three days, it must be delivered to your room."

Mou Zhongzhong left his father far away, summoned his beast mount from the river, and quickly left Mou Wanliang's sight.

It's embarrassing to think of him as his son.

As everyone knows, after Mou Zhongzhong knew that his father had such thoughts, he was already silently mourning for him.

Moreover, Mou Zhongzhong didn't want to remind his father that Yujue's eighth-level martial arts cultivation was and that she had a master of extreme martial arts beside her.

Didn't his father tell him that he has a certain memory, and only by experiencing it can he remember it deeply!

(End of this chapter)