Eldest Miss Divine Calculation

"Mu——Han——Smoke!!!" Miss Zhao Si’s frantic and angry voice rushed into the sky and shocked the people in the street, her facial expressions were extremely hideous. She wished to kill Mu Hanyan now, wishing to chop him up and feed the dog a thousand times.

Unfortunately, this cannot be done. At least not now.

"Hey? Miss Zhao Si, your gentle and delicate image, pay attention to it. A virtuous woman who has been acting for so long, don't fail at this time." Mu Hanyan hurriedly reminded her with a kindly look.

Miss Zhao Si's originally hideous facial expression suddenly froze. There are still many people on the street at the moment, her image of working hard! It can't be ruined, it can't be ruined. Miss Zhao Si hurriedly thought about how to recover the countermeasures in her heart.

Mu Hanyan no longer paid attention to Miss Zhao Si who was petrified in the same place, and walked away with her face. Walking a little farther, I heard the heartbroken voice of Miss Zhao Si crying. Hey, this woman is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Look, she started to restore her image so soon. I just don't know how many people have eaten this set.

It doesn't matter, the future will be long, and I will charge some interest today, and it will also expose the hidden power of the Zhou family. In general, earned today!

...

Mu Hanyan and Zi Rong returned to the City Lord's Mansion, waiting for more than an hour, but they had not seen Huayue return.

"Nothing will happen to him, right?" Seeing the sky getting darker, he asked uneasy.

"Probably not." Mu Hanyan said. She still has confidence in Huayue's strength. Even without the strength improvement during this period, with his extraordinary talent, it shouldn't be a problem to entangle Miss Zhao Si's guard.

Unless, he himself wants to fight the opponent hard, the result is hard to say.

Thinking of this, Mu Hanyan was somewhat worried.

Zi Xian noticed the worry in her eyes very sensitively, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Huayue's figure appearing at the gate of the courtyard.

His body was stained with blood, deep or shallow wounds were exposed under his torn clothes, and his feet staggered slightly, but his back was still as straight as a gun.

"Why so long?" Mu Hanyan asked, frowning.

"On a whim, stay with him for a while." Huayue said, speaking a bit witty. Mu Hanyan taught him this, but her expression was still calm and calm, and she felt a little weird.

"Don't try so hard next time." Mu Hanyan frowned and said.

"Yes, I'm going to heal first." Huayue replied faintly, turning around to leave.

"Remember one thing, I chose you because I hope that one day in the future, you can become my worthy partner, instead of asking you to die without meaning." Mu Hanyan said again.

Huayue's figure paused slightly, and then continued to walk forward.

Mu Hanyan didn't see it, but his expressionless face showed a faint smile.

Zi Rong raised her eyebrows slightly, her expression did not change, but said to Mu Han, "I'll go see him."

"Well, take a good rest today, don't come over. Look at his injury, if it is serious, let him rest for a few days." Mu Hanyan exhorted.

"Yes." Zi Rong responded and turned to where he and Huayue lived.

Zi Rong and Hua Yue are different from other ordinary guards in the City Lord's Mansion. They have a separate residence next to Mu Hanyan's small courtyard.