"I've seen the mistress." A voice came suddenly, and then the following words were not so pleasant, "Mistress is really hard. Han Yan, you are really self-willed, always making mistress worry. Your eyesight , Tsk tsk, it's really that... What are you choosing these two for? Do you choose to carry things for you when you go shopping? Look at those arms and legs, I'm afraid you can't carry the important things when you buy them. Move." The sarcasm in his tone couldn't be concealed.
Mu Hanyan glanced lightly at the boy who walked over.
Mu Cheng!
This Mu Cheng is the son of a branch family. He is seventeen this year, and his strength is higher than that of Mu Hanyan. He is already a third-level swordsman. On the outside, he is also a handsome young man, but his eyes are always rolling around, giving people a sense of frivolity. Headed by his elder brother Mu Feng and him, they all dislike Mu Hanyan, a dude. I don't need to talk about running on words at ordinary times. Whenever there is an opportunity, I will set up a trap or add insult to injury.
Mu Hanyan narrowed her eyes slightly, Mu Cheng, this little bastard, jumped out before he went to settle accounts with him. This time Miss Zhao Si plotted against her, but this person was involved.
"Mu Cheng." With a sullen face, Mu Hanyan called out his name and surname in a deep voice. At this moment, it actually gave people a sense of oppression that trembled. It's just that this feeling disappeared instantly, making Mu Cheng think it was his own illusion.
"What?" Mu Cheng twitched his lips and sneered.
"Whatever bodyguard I choose is better than your bodyguard." Mu Hanyan also sneered.
Hearing Mu Hanyan's words, Mu Cheng's laughter became louder, and it was because of Yue Fanling's presence that he didn't laugh out loud.
"What? You said that the weak guard you chose is better than mine? Han Yan, when did you learn to joke? This joke is quite funny." Mu Cheng has always been so rude to Mu Hanyan, But there is still a degree. Such cynicism and insinuations are commonplace.
"Let's discuss." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, and looked at Mu Cheng calmly, "How about it? Let your guards compete with my guards."
Mu Cheng was still laughing, as if he felt that what Mu Hanyan said was the funniest joke in the world.
"Mother, how about letting them compete and win a lottery? How about the 500-year-old Bingxin grass and the green bamboo vine in the warehouse?" Mu Hanyan turned to look at Yue Fanling, and said with a smile . Yue Fanling didn't make a sound to stop their conversation, because she wanted to let Mu Hanyan know that the guards she chose were really not good, and it would be better for her to choose two more for her. When she heard Mu Hanyan's words, she was stunned.
"Mother, how are you?" Mu Hanyan looked at Yue Fanling steadfastly. Although she was asking literally, her tone was so firm.
"Hmph! I can't wish for it. Hanyan, don't regret crying to the mistress later." Mu Cheng originally thought that Mu Hanyan was joking, but he didn't expect Mu Hanyan to be serious. And even asked the mistress to use the 500-year-old Bing Xincao as a bet. What a joke, his father found someone to make alchemy to improve his strength, this Bingxin grass is very important. He just wanted to find a chance to get the Bing Xincao. Since Mu Hanyan sent this opportunity to him, how could he not grasp it? Mu Hanyan is really a real fool, when he fell asleep, he brought the pillow, haha!