Chapter 687

Wang Jing and his three younger brothers look at each other. They can't believe that this kind of shame like a little woman will appear in the face of the goddess of the Wang family.

You know, this girl has been practicing "love forgetting way" since she was a child. She is as cold as ice and snow. In the past, many heroes of the emperors broke through the threshold of the royal family and couldn't even see her face if they wanted to see her.

What's more, just now, did their brothers hear it wrong? Nizi even said that she would?

"Brother, who are you talking about?"

Third Master Wang looked up for a long time, but he didn't see who father and daughter were referring to. Because... He is short-sighted!

"Qin Er, have you met this man before?" Wang Jing ignored his third brother and seriously questioned his daughter.

"Once..." Wang Zhaoqin admitted shyly.

"Do you really want to marry him?" Wang Jing didn't know whether to be happy or nervous. Although he patted his chest just now to promise that he would persuade the stubborn family members, he was also afraid of the unexpected.

"Well." Wang Zhaoqin is so shy that her voice is not audible.

"Dad, uncle, sister."

Without waiting for father and daughter to continue to discuss, but at this time, Wang Bailun came with a man and a woman.

The man and woman were Mu Qingcheng and Mu Ling.

"Dad, let me introduce you."

Wang Bailun went to the middle station with high spirits, pointed to Muling and said with a smile, "this is Mr. Muling. You may not have heard of him, but the God of autumn sword war must know who it is. He is the only son of Muling."

"Hello, Mr. mu, I'm the father of Bailun. This is my third brother. This is my little daughter. I'm very sad about respecting my father. But today I have to see Mr. mu. He is very impressive. I believe that in time, Mr. Mu will inherit his father's mantle and become a new God of war!"

Wang Bailun showed his solemnity. Although the God of war of autumn sword died in the hands of the king of medicine, his prestige and influence are still there. Moreover, in his opinion, most of this young man is deeply rooted in the true legend of his father mu qiudao. He must have been a powerful warrior.

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

Mu Ling is enjoying this kind of praise with peace of mind. There is a trace of pride in her eyebrows.

He knew that Wang Jiazhu was making polite remarks, but he did have such confidence!

"Dad, third uncle and younger sister, she is the one I mentioned to you these two days."

After that, Wang Bailun introduced Mu Qingcheng with strong ink and color. He was full of pride and laughter, and had the taste of introducing his girlfriend to his elders.

"Ha ha! I'm looking forward to seeing you

Wang Jing immediately smile, that warm reaction, also like looking at the daughter-in-law.

"The city is really beautiful. You're a rare beauty. Bailun, you've got vision. You're blessed in your life. Ha ha!" Third Master Wang was there to flatter him.

Compared with Mu Ling, Mu Qingcheng is the little beauty that the Wangs need to hold in their hands.

She is also dead father. Now this girl is the opposite of Muling. She is worth twice as much as Muling. Whoever marries the Golden Phoenix is equal to marrying the fortune of Mu Shoufu.

"Uncle Wang, I'm afraid you misunderstood me. I'm here mainly to see my fiance."

Mu Qingcheng was very annoyed by Wang Bailun's hospitality just now. Now he was even more disgusted by the two elders of the Wang family. He was also very rude, which explained the purpose of today.

Yes, he agreed to accompany Wang Bailun to come here today, not because he couldn't find the man, but Wang Bailun was confident that Luo Yu would come. If he didn't see him later, she would turn against this guy when she went back!

Wang Jing and Wang San Ye look at each other, one of the Leng!

Listen to this tone, the "fiance" in the words of this golden phoenix seems not to be talking about their son (nephew)!

Wang Bailun was so embarrassed that a shadow flashed in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that he paid so much that he couldn't even get a good face from Mu Qingcheng. The man didn't have to do anything, but she thought about it day and night.

There is also Mu Ling with cold eyes.

Mu Qingcheng doesn't like the elders of the Wang family, but is very interested in Wang Zhaoqin, who is as cold as ice and snow. He teases: "goddess Wang, I have many friends abroad, but after I met you, I'm haunted."

"Thank you."

Wang Zhaoqin nodded slightly, without waves in her eyes.

No matter how many men like her in the world, she won't have the slightest happiness. She just wants the most different ladle, the stars, and the brightest one

"Dad, third uncle, what were you talking about just now? Did you have such a good time?"

Wang Bailun took the opportunity to change the topic and hide his embarrassment.

"We're talking about Qin er's marriage." Without waiting for the third master to stop him, Wang Jing would smile with pride, "I've chosen a husband for your little sister, and your little sister is not against it."

Wang Bailun is silly.

If struck by lightning!

Wang Zhaoqin's identity in the Wang family is clearer than anyone else.

It can be said that even the young master of his family is not worth mentioning in front of the little sister, the goddess.

At the same time, his younger sister's beauty, cultivation talent and talent are also his incomparable beauty. If he is not his elder brother, he will sink for this girl.

The elders have said more than once that the younger sister should never marry in this life. She should cultivate Taoism, seek immortality and protect the Wang family for the rest of her life.

However, Wang Bailun soon found that the pretty face under the veil of her little sister was already flushed, and she accepted her father's words gladly.

Once again, if struck by lightning!

Wang Bailun can't help but ask, younger sister, aren't you practicing the way of forgetting love?

"Dad, I'd like to see the man you're talking about right now."

Wang Bailun is quite delicious, a little indignant joking.

"Bailun, you must go to see him. Besides, you must be polite to your brother-in-law, or even please him, because... He is related to whether our Wang family can survive this disaster!"

But Wang Jing didn't joke at all. He was very serious and even told his son a little harshly.

At this time, a large group of people of the Luo nationality were marching into the arena.

Almost all the people came.

This was beyond the Warlock's expectation.

Moreover, the faces of the ethnic people seemed rather gloomy, as if something bad had happened.

Luo Shuxiang and his family are under great pressure, as if they were escorted to the execution ground by a large number of imperial guards.

The old man's face turned white, his mouth cracked, and he is still in a daze.

A moment ago, the clan elders and the clan leaders had a heated discussion about making his family a clan.

The next moment, their family, as if to become the public enemy of the clan!

This is a big blow to the elderly!

"Luo Yu, I'm sorry!"

Huanhuan and Mucheng are two big girls with red eyes and remorse.

If they hadn't sneaked out last night, it wouldn't have happened.

"Yu'er, mother knows you must be innocent." Luo Meng is in a trance. He loves both his father and his son for being wronged by the people.

"It's all right. I'll kill any hypocrisy. I don't need anyone to give me justice. I don't need my grandfather's long cherished wish or their charity. If the Luo people don't give it, I'll take it myself!"

The whole family is sad and worried, but Luo Yu's face is cold and confident!