Chapter 399

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of all the people in the hall. They whispered, but Nangong's grandfather still kept a kind smile on his face.

"Mo Yun, are you still worried about what happened in those years?"

Mo Yun!

Mo Li's pupil shrinks, and he finally understands why people at this table look so strange.

Mohism, the new super family of Nanyuan. Mo Feiyang is a gifted young man who had an engagement with Nangong Yan at that time. Mo Yun is mo Feiyang's father and now the head of the Mohist family.

Hearing Nangong Laozu's words, Mo Yun gave a cold hum and said, "Laozu Zong, I didn't apologize to Nangong family for what happened in those years. Although I didn't get married, I always regard Nangong family as my friend! Now, in the presence of Zhongzhou heroes, laozong agrees with the farce of Nangong Yan and Liu zhuoyun. Where is my Mohist school

Mo Yun's words are well founded. It seems that the Nangong family had some mistakes.

The old woman shook her head, laughed and sighed: "Mo Yun, you are so old, why can't you put down those so-called face? Yan'er and Zhuyun love each other. It's wrong for us to impose obstacles at that time. After so many years, what should be put down should also be put down. Why don't you ask Feiyang around you, what's his opinion? "

Ink flying?

People follow the old woman's line of sight to see, it's hard to imagine that the emaciated and haggard middle-aged man around Mo Yun would be one of the best talents in the mainland at that time!

"Father... Help them!"

Mo Feiyang slowly got up, a word seemed to drain the whole body's strength in general.

Mo Yun's chest heaved and puffed, staring at his son and slapping him.

"Pa --"

The clear and crisp sound spread all over the hall and quieted down the surroundings.

Mo Yun's fingers trembled and pointed to his son. His face turned red: "rebellious son! You are my Mohist son. Are you willing to be humiliated? Are you depressed enough these years? You are still not a man

Mo Yun hates that iron is not steel, but Mo Feiyang is calm all over his face.

"Father... Help them!"

In the same sentence, it is still as firm as before.

Beside Nangong Laozu, Nangong Yan is both red. Looking at the man he once failed, he chokes silently.

On the other side, Liu zhuoyun and Nangong swallow are like each other, with a complex look of guilt.

Mo Yun completely angry, just want to move on, but was pulled by a young man.

"Grandfather, the matter is over, why do you embarrass your father again?" The young man looked calmly at Nangong's ancestor on the stage and said respectfully, "younger moziji, I'm not going to accompany my grandfather!"

"Mozi season?" Nangong's grandfather was surprised and said with a smile, "you are the most influential genius of Mohist school. You are a good hero

In the face of the old woman's praise, Mozi Ji was not at all proud. He shook his head and said, "ziji is just an ordinary disciple of the family, not a genius. It is Nangong's Fengling who is truly gifted to comprehend the nine levels and nine Nirvana Sutra. I have a request. I hope my ancestors will agree to it! "

"Oh? Tell me about it? "

Nangong Laozu said with a smile.

Ke Deng - Mo Li suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart. Looking at Mozi's infatuation when he looked at the wind chime, his heart suddenly burst.

Mozi Ji walked slowly to the top of the stage, and Wen Sheng said, "my father and aunt Yan were a perfect match, but they didn't get together. Fortunately, the Mohist and Nangong families didn't have any quarrels because of this. Today is the birthday of our ancestors. We dare to ask our ancestors to betroth Miss Fengling to me. At the beginning of Ziji's meeting, she fell in love and vowed to take care of her for the rest of her life! "

WOW——

Once again, the whole audience was in an uproar.

What? The woman whose father couldn't catch up with at that time, now the son goes after her daughter? This is the rhythm of the three generations singing together!

Nangong Laozu was more and more happy, but the wind chime on one side was impatient.

"Laozu... I..."

The old man patted the girl's hand to show her peace of mind. Then he said to Mozi Ji with a smile: "ziji Xiaowa, the old lady has a good impression on you, but you're a little late. We already have a famous flower in our family!"

WOW——

The crowd is boiling again!

Nangong's new talented girl already has an engagement? Why didn't you hear anything in advance?

In a low voice inside Nangong's house, people's eyes drifted to Mo Li, some envied and others gloated. You know, Mohism is not an easy role to be provoked!

Mozi Ji's face finally changed!

I thought that because of the debt to my father, the Nangong family would gladly accept it after they sincerely expressed their love. Who knew it would end like this?

Mozi Ji took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Oh? I don't know which Junjie can be so lucky? "

"It's better for ling'er to speak for herself."

With the help of Nangong Yan, Nangong Laozu returned to his chair and sat down, handing the stage to the girl with a red face.

Wind chime some don't understand the intention of the ancestors, nervous hands cross each other, sipping mouth, don't know how to open.

Looking at the beauty on the stage, Mo Li slowly got up and left the table.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!"

Zhannan Tianshu adjusted his position comfortably and looked like a spectator.

Don't leave? What is he doing? The people in the hall looked at the young man walking towards the high platform. They were slightly shocked and thought of something. Their faces changed slightly.

Is it him?

More and more people are looking forward to the development of this thing, but the wind chime feels that the heartbeat speeds up again the moment the man gets up.

Step by step, he came to the woman and stood still. Mo Li looked up at the woman on the platform and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Silver teeth bite lips, the woman's eyes a red, just stretched out a small hand, was Mo from the high platform, take the opportunity to embrace into the arms.

People's speculation has been completely confirmed, for a time in the hall whispering constantly. Mozi Ji, standing next to them, blushes and looks embarrassed to find a hole to get in.

Ignoring the guidance and discussion of the people around, Mo Li smelled the fragrance of the beauty's hair, felt the slightly trembling body in his arms, and choked: "sorry, you have been wronged."

"No, my ancestors and grandfather are very kind to me!"

The wind chime whispered shyly.

After a brief embrace, Mo Li reached out to wipe the tears from the woman's smile and bowed to the old woman in the throne: "I've met my ancestors, Mo Li!"

"Ha ha ha... Family, don't be so polite!"

A family no doubt let Mo Li eat a reassuring pill, it seems that the Nangong family does not object to their own and wind chime together, have this premise in their own Yin also feel better.

If you don't know the old lady's intention before, Mo Li's heart will be clear after Mozi Ji jumped out.

I'm afraid that the ancestors of the Nangong family have long known that the Mohists would be dissatisfied with the return of Nangong Yan and Fengling. They publicly announced that Fengling's famous flower had its own name, but they were just transplanting flowers and grafting trees, transferring the anger of the Mohists to Mo Li.

Although there is no objection, Fengling is a rare talent of Nangong family for so many years. If you want to match her, you need relative strength. I'm afraid that this Mohist school is the greatest test that Nangong ancestors have given Mo Li.

Mozi Ji finally adjusted his face and gave Mo Li a smile: "I said who has the ability to control Nangong's house so close to the water. If you take off miss ling'er, it's Mr. Mo Li!"

The intention of provocation is obvious, but a group of Nangong family's admirers of Fengling really feel uncomfortable.

"I don't have the ability to leave. Step by step, I just have a hard life and a big fist. There's no need for Ziji brothers to come from a noble family! Ling'er and I met in Tianluo forest at the beginning, and now, step by step, it's not my ability, but their persistence. So Ziji brothers should look for another famous flower! Ling'er... It's mine

It's mine!

Just three words, not like touching love words, but let the wind chime this period of time waiting for the best comfort!

"Not necessarily? Unmarried men and unmarried women, I don't think I have no chance at all! "

Mozi Ji looks at Mo Li provocatively with a sneer on his face.

"Opportunity?"

Mo Li laughs, dismissively.

"I don't mind if you hang on to the bell, if you really don't want your own life!"

"Presumptuous!"

A group of people in the Mohist School clapped the table and stood up. Mo Yun wanted to tear up the boy! As the super aristocratic family of Nanyuan, how ever did Mohism get threatened by such red piles?

Mo Zhiyin and a group of people also stood up, and both sides had the posture of starting a fight when they didn't agree.

"Both of you are outstanding people in the world. Why should you be unhappy because of such a trifle?"

Nangong Ao, the master, spoke.

Mo Li is very satisfied with his performance. After all, he hopes his granddaughter will find a man to rely on. As Mo Li guessed, Nangong family is not afraid of Mohism, but also hopes to see if the man Fengling likes has the capital worthy of Nangong family's approval.

Some time ago, the strength of the young people in the battle with the red chamber was enough to make the Nangong family look at each other with new eyes. Today's status in Zhongzhou with the wind chime will not be disgraced, but the Nangong family needs not only a young man with outstanding talent and strength, but also a potential talent worthy of their bet in the future.

"Mo Li, do you dare to accept my challenge?" Mozi ji'ang looked at Mo Li and said, "whoever loses will give up the pursuit of miss ling'er!"

"What you're talking about is bullshit!" Mo Li sneered. When the Mohist look changed again, he said, "are you qualified to bet with me? Ling'er is my woman. What are you? I respect her and love her. Do you think I'll promise to bet on her? "

"Don't you dare?"

Mozi Ji continues to challenge with ridicule.

"It's OK to fight, but if anyone loses, he'll keep his life! How dare you? "

Mo Li's words completely pushed the tension of the atmosphere on the high tide.