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Achoo —!

Ink Yan suddenly felt an itch in her nose and sneezed. She wanted to say that she didn't have a cold?

Achoo, choo, choo, choo!

Soon after, Mo Yan sneezed three more times, each sneeze catching her by surprise!

Seeing that, Ling Ling covered her mouth and giggled, "49 my lord!" "My mom once told me that if you suddenly sneeze, someone might miss you ~"

Ink Yan could only continue chuckling.

After all that had happened, who in the world would miss her?

After cursing Ink Yan, the Southern Prince plopped back down on his chair. Covering his mouth with his hand, the Huns kept saying, "WC, it really pisses This King off! This King is so infuriated! "

No wonder he had heard so much strange news in a single day. The official's house began to be stolen in varying degrees, without being able to catch the thief. One by one, the husbands all left the party and busied themselves on their way home. Even old Ran, who was very confident before, had now learned to bring his wife here to negotiate the terms!

So it was like that! So it was all 49!

Just thinking about the connection between these clues made Murong Nan want to spit out blood! He slammed the table with one hand!

"49, 49! What enmity does This King have with you? "Is there a need to use this old man's name?!"

Mu Rong Xian looked at his father carefully, paying particular attention to his trembling face, which resembled a ferocious Sharpei. At that time, he didn't even doubt that his father, Murong Nan, would've pounced on him like a dog if he had been standing right in front of him. Pah pah pah! With a dog-like ferocity towards the Low Bergo 49!

However, what he was even more confused about was what exactly had 49 done? How could he make his usually calm father so excited?

Murong Nan made a few sounds and pulled his son's attention back to him.

"Son, we weren't done talking just now. You haven't answered correctly why I left you behind? "

WC!

Mu Rong Xian shouted crazily in his heart! How would I know?

You will not receive any punishment for the loss of your important blueprint! On the contrary, there was something unrelated to this matter. Why did you insist on asking?!

"Hmm?"

Murong Nan snorted a single syllable in dissatisfaction. He had already used one hand to wash his brush. He aimed it at Mu Rong Xian's forehead and spoke in a half gloomy tone.

"Speak!"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't mind having a disfigured son!"

All the pores on the back of Murong Xian's neck stood up. The wound on his thigh, which had been cut open yesterday, also began to hurt!

This meant that his father was still in a "dangerous" state. If he did not do as he was told, something even more horrifying than disfigurement would happen!

Mu Rong Xian was too scared! He was so afraid that there were no other thoughts in his head! He could only rely on his instincts to kneel down towards his father and shout loudly.

"Long live, long live, long live!"

"Long live royal father! Long live your Majesty!"

Clang!

"How dare you!"

Mu Rong Nan threw a brush wash cylinder next to Mu Rong Xian. Fragments of white porcelain scattered all over the place.

Mu Rong Xian froze on the ground, not daring to raise his head. He could only use his peripheral vision to look at the broken pieces of porcelain beside him. He saw them lying on their backs on the ground, swaying back and forth, continuously flashing with extremely sharp horns. A drop of cold sweat flowed down the side of Mu Rong Xian's face and into his collar. It was as if there was a stroke of luck in his words.

"Phew, it's a good thing you didn't die …"

However, Mu Rong Xian seemed to be happy too early!

Murong Nan got up from the chair, walked around the table, and held the back of his collar with one hand. Murong Xian helplessly blinked his eyes. He still wanted to say "Long live, long live, long live, long live, long live your life!" Suddenly, Murong Nan covered his mouth and coldly said while looking down on his son.

"On the account that you are my own son! If you can't answer the question, This King will spare your life this time! "

"But remember this! I will only say these words once. There will not be a next time. "

Mu Rong Xian hurriedly nodded his head. It was rare for the dignified father to announce the answer himself. If he remembered now, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as a dog next time ~

Only then did Murong Nan begin to explain the reason why he wanted to say it out loud.

"I will keep you today. In fact, it's not that I care about the incident between you and your cousin, nor about the unrest in the family of those officials who followed me! Even if it means spending a lot of my money! "

"Spend money to ease the anxiety of my followers; Spend money to calm the Sirians who are responsible for me; Spend money to cover up any information that would be detrimental to me!"

"Just for one result! At least know where I fell! "How could he fall down!"

"This is the real lesson of spending money on a lesson!"

"And now!"

When Murong Nan said this, he finally let go of his son's mouth and allowed Mu Rong Xian to fall downwards due to the gravity. His anger was like the leaves on an autumn wind, fierce and swift. In the blink of an eye, he had regained his confidence.

Murong Nan once again revealed a smile.

"Son, your father has finally found the root of the problem — 49! A Bergo species that was only fit to climb out of the underground colosseum! Although I don't understand why he wants to target me, I, the Prince of the South, have plenty of money! There are plenty of secrets that can be bought with money! "

"Son, please go and inform those officials who are following me to bring out the most valuable things in the family. They will be thanking General Molda for bringing them to his house. Then, ask the butler to prepare a small gift. This King will personally pay a visit to this lowly person! "