"Take it back?" Qin er's son looked at Mu Jinghong with a smile, "Mu Chengzhu has not forgotten. My father has given me flying heaven, which is now under the jurisdiction of my son. "
"Isn't it right that my son left the master of Mu hall?" Qin er's son sneers, "is it possible that hall master Mu is only superficially submissive to his son, but is actually still working for his father?"
"Young man, I'm serious!" Mu Jinghong quickly explained, "flying heaven was subordinate to the Qin master earlier. Now..."
"Now he is under his second brother's command." Qin big childe smiled to interrupt Mu Jinghong's words, blinked at him, "the second younger brother keeps Mu hall master, naturally has his own intention, Mu city master, if you don't have something else, you'd better go back earlier."
His brother, he really knows too well. He has a perverse disposition and knows the reason of death. Everything he recognizes must be carried out to the end.
Just like this, it was his decision to leave muqingya in Changle bieyuan.
Mu Jinghong thinks that he can make a decision about his second brother. It's naive.
Mu Jinghong nodded gratefully to master Qin. He didn't mean to be ungrateful. Naturally, he knew that master Qin was talking about himself.
Also, the second childe's temperament is extremely unpredictable. I'd better go back to the Qin master first and ask him to come here for help, which is more appropriate.
If you want to reason with this second childe, you may have no reason.
This young man has never been a good speaker.
In consideration of this, Mu Jinghong did not delay any more. He stood up and gave a gift to the second son of Qin, and then to the eldest son. He left in a hurry.
Qin Er childe's cold eyes stared at the back of the man's leaving. After a long time, he saw the childe.
"Little brother never knew that big brother was so compassionate."
Mr. Qin looked at him innocently. "What do you mean by that?"
"You remind Mu Jinghong to leave as soon as possible. Don't have a confrontation with me, just want to tell him. To save people, you can't rely on him alone. If you want to save muqingya, you still have to go to your father to save you. "
Mr. Qin couldn't help but smile. The little fan was pinched in his hand and shook. "If you don't like me, Mu Jinghong and I are not related to each other. What can I do to help him?"
"It's you, my second brother. On the day of big happiness, you asked Ling to send two fingers. This gift is too special. I'm sure Xiaomian paralysis won't like it, and I will secretly remember you! "
"You're not her, how do you know she doesn't like it?"
Mr. Qin shook his fan and said with a smile, "of course I know. I was lying on the roof opposite her house and saw all of them."
"You don't see the face of Xiaomian paralysis. It's black. It's comparable to the bottom of the pot."
Prince Qin Er gave him a silent look.
"Second brother, don't say that being a big brother doesn't teach you two moves. You can't chase a girl like this. You say you will send two bloody severed fingers to her on the day of great happiness. Who will be so happy! "
"It's better for you to learn from elder brother and ask Ling to send a lot of good things. Although Xiaomian paralysis doesn't like it on the surface, it's not like taking all the gifts as a single!"
"Girls, it's better to send some bright things than some bloody ones."
Qin Er childe took a silent look at him, got up and walked towards the wood house.