Fantasy: Let You Be The Patriarch, And You Mass-Produce The Great Emperor?

Mu's living room.

Wang Yanran took the guest seat, wearing a white black robe that vividly outlined her graceful figure, and set off that delicate and fair face, she had already begun to look a bit alluring.

But at this moment, Yan Zhu who was sitting beside her had a look of never-weariness on his face.

If it wasn't for the purpose of helping the younger junior sister get divorced, he wouldn't condescend to come to such a small place.

And the other party's airs are really big enough, how dare they make them wait for so long.

I really don't know what to do!

Thinking about it, Yan Zhu couldn't help feeling murderous in his heart, and secretly vowed that all the Mu family members will die without a place to bury them later.

Until half an hour later.

The sound of trivial footsteps finally came from outside the hall.

"Ha ha."

"Niece Yanran, why didn't you say hello in advance when you came to Mu's house?"

"I'll let that brat Mu Chen pick you up."

The elder Mu Qingyun smiled heartily, and came hand in hand with Mu Lang and Mu Chen behind him.

Wang Yanran smiled slightly, stood up and saluted.

When her eyes swept over Mu Chen, they flickered a few times, and then quickly returned to calm.

In the past three years of Mu Chen's silence, the two have long since become strangers and lost contact.

One is a genius disciple of Lingxu Cave.

One is the waste Young Master of the small family in Qingyun Town.

The disparity in status is like the difference between heaven and earth.

But at this moment, Mu Chen's expression was as calm as water, like an outsider.

It's just that ordinary people don't know what kind of killing intent is condensed in those pitch-black eyes!

"The incident happened in a hurry, so I came to visit rashly."

"I hope the Elder will not take the blame."

Wang Yanran has known Mu Chen since childhood.

He is no stranger to the high-level figures of the Mu family.

"Where are these words?"

"When you come here, it's like coming to your own home."

"What's the matter, let's talk after lunch."

Mu Qingyun clapped his hands, and then several maids walked into the hall with trays of delicacies and teacups, and placed them on the guest tables one by one.

"This is a spiritual tea picked from the Beihai Plateau, which has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind."

"Niece Yanran might as well give it a try."

"By the way, who is this?" Mu Qingyun looked at Yan Zhu who was at the side.

As for the old man in black behind him, he naturally knew him.

It is the strongest member of the royal family except for the patriarch, the third Elder Wang Xuanfeng, the Cultivation Base of the Eighth Stage Heaven in the Yuandan Realm!

"oh."

"I haven't introduced him yet. He is my senior brother in Lingxu Cave, Yan Zhu."

"Ziyang Daoist's eldest disciple."

Wang Yanran deliberately accentuated her tone.

Mu Qingyun naturally understood what she meant by this move.

He sneered again and again in his heart, but he didn't show the slightest expression on his face, and praised: "It turns out that he is the master disciple of Master Ziyang."

"No wonder there is Yuan Dan Realm's Cultivation Base at such an age."

"The future is limitless."

But Yan Zhu seemed to have ignored his words, and still had that arrogant, nostril-up attitude.

here.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Mu Chen sat on the chair, watched the scene in front of him coldly, without saying a word.

On the other hand, Mu Lang, who was at the side, seemed to be a normal person, and took a sip of the spiritual tea, feeling extremely refreshed.

This Bei Hai Ling tea not only tastes great, but also increases a little Spiritual Qi in the body.

It's really a good thing.

This atmosphere lasted for a while.

Wang Yanran finally couldn't sit still, and asked.

"Yanran came here this time because she has something to ask to see Patriarch Mu."

"I don't know if the Elder can invite him out to meet him."

really!

Are you going to get into the subject?

Mu Qingyun's eyes moved slightly, pretending to be suspicious.

"this……"

"It's really a coincidence that the patriarch is currently dealing with important affairs in the clan, and I'm afraid he has no time to do it."

"If you have anything to do, it's okay to talk to the old man."

Wang Yanran was obviously not surprised by his answer, and continued.

"I'm afraid the big Elder can't call the shots."

"The reason why I came to Mu's house this time is to divorce Mu Chen."

"It was also decided by Patriarch Mu Shenchuan himself, so we should talk to him!"

"break off an engagement?"

Mu Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that the rumors in Qingyun Town are true recently..."

"Exactly." Wang Yanran said calmly with a pretty face.

Mu Qingyun snorted coldly, and his attitude changed instantly.

"In that case, those few will wait a little longer."

"When our patriarch finishes his business, we will naturally meet you."

The voice fell.

Yan Zhu at the side suddenly became furious and threw the teacup in his hand.

"Hmph, a mere family patriarch, what an airs."

"How dare you make the people in my Lingxu Cave wait, it's fine if there is no Sensing Dao tea, and they brought these rubbish spiritual teas over here."

"Is this how you treat guests?!"

In an instant, there was a smell of gunpowder in the air.

The expressions on Mu Qingyun and Mu Chen's faces were all cold, and the Spiritual Qi in their bodies was ready to go.

There are signs of taking action when there is a disagreement.

At this moment, Mu Lang had already seen that the situation was not right.

He knew it was time for him to act.

In the next second, he stood up slowly, walked in front of Yan Zhu with an unrecognizable step, and overturned the dishes and teacups on his table.

"The Lingxu Cave is amazing, isn't it?"

"No abalone for you?"

"No Bazhen Chicken for you?"

"Just let you wait for a while, you're just chattering here!"

"Drink Sensing Dao tea, eat shit!"