Chapter 221 Childishness

What about the thousand-year-old jade? What about being spiritual? If you offend Master Rong, no matter how expensive it is, you will still end up in pieces.

Although Wang Zhan felt it was a pity, he found an iron hammer and smashed the jade into pieces.

Afterwards, the pile of debris was casually sprinkled into a certain flowerbed in Mu's garden.

Thinking of such a treasure being destroyed in his own hands, Wang Zhan still felt quite emotional.

Someone behind him patted him on the shoulder and said: "Gu Yu exorcises evil spirits, which is an attack type. It can neither seek blessings nor attract wealth. It is of no benefit to stay by your side, unless you are a Taoist mage who is good at refining little ghosts. Got it."

The person who spoke was Du Hao.

Wang Zhan didn't want to see him, but these words were very useful to his ears. He turned around and sighed quietly, and said to Du Hao: "It's not a solution to go on like this. What is the method of cultivating the soul you taught? When can I take care of it?"

Du Hao replied: "The method handed down by the ancestors is definitely infallible. No one has tried it for how long it will take. It may be three years, or it may be five years. I don't know."

Ugh……

The matter of gods and ghosts is really difficult.

The most important thing is that if this matter doesn't end for a day, Du Hao will come out from time to time to steal his limelight. Master Rong always asks Du Hao for everything, but his confidant has become a mouthpiece instead, which is terrible.

...

Mu Zi has been ill for the past few days, and Mu Ling has also been ill.

It's madness.

At first she locked herself in the room without eating or drinking. The maid thought she was throwing a temper tantrum, so she didn't care. She just waited for Mu Rongxuan to come back and reported it as a routine.

Mu Rongxuan's anger has not subsided yet, he groaned heavily when he heard about it, and said, "Let her go! If you don't want to eat, just starve her!"

As a result, Mu Ling really didn't eat any more, she sometimes cried, sometimes laughed, and sometimes screamed that there was a ghost in the room!

It was only then that Mu Rongxuan realized that something was wrong, and asked someone to open the door. Mu Ling screamed in fright, shouting that something was wrong, and everyone rushed to send Mu Ling to the hospital.

After all, she was her own daughter, so she still felt distressed. In order to heal her daughter, Mu Rongxuan ran around for several days, looking for a suitable hospital.

Because of Mu Ling's sudden madness, the Mu family was full of discussions. The servants thought of the successive funerals at home, Muzi almost drowned, and Mu Ling suddenly went crazy again. Under the panic, many servants took the initiative to resign.

For this reason, Mu Rongxuan was in a hurry to get angry for several days.

However, Mu Zi, who was in the small mansion, didn't know about these things.

She was lazily lying on the bed recuperating, not only didn't go to school, she didn't even go out of the room much.

Murong Cheng held a bowl of soup and slowly fed Mu Zi.

"It's not that I don't have hands." Mu Zi complained. She knew that Murong Cheng had good intentions, but she really couldn't stand his greasy energy.

Mu Zi is very aware of her condition, her body is just a minor problem, the main reason is that her mental state is too bad, not to the point where she needs someone to feed her.

Murong Cheng firmly fed her spoon by spoon, and enjoyed it.

However, he really couldn't do this kind of job of serving people, after a few sips of soup, either leaked or spilled, Mu Zi's front was soon wet with oily spots.

"It's so dirty." Mu Zi tugged at her sticky skirt, wanting to cry, "This kind of stuff is hard to clean!"

Murong Cheng couldn't see her dislike him, so he put down the bowl and spoon in his hand, picked up Mu Zi's face and kissed it, "If you can't clean it, buy a new one."

Muzi pushed and pushed a few times feebly, out of breath, she is really delicate now...ah no, it's weak.

Murong Cheng stopped and looked carefully at her slightly frowning eyebrows. Although he was still bored, it seemed that he was not as repulsive and disgusted as before.

He was relieved a lot.

Just as he was about to continue feeding the soup, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

Mu Zi pushed him immediately: "Go and open the door."

Murong Cheng didn't move at all, and sat upright with the bowl in his hand, "Don't worry, if no one opens the door, they will leave naturally."

Mu Zi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't make trouble, maybe Mom forgot to bring the key!"

I can't help but slander in my heart, this person is really naive sometimes.