Holding the Elder Sister’s Thigh Tightly: I Will Be Invincible!

Forcefully suppressing all his surprises, he asked his daughter, "Liuyun, you, tell me honestly, who is Yan'er—"

Mu Liuyun pursed her lips, seeing all the brothers looking at her, she was even more proud.

Afterwards, he looked at Chu Yan tenderly and proudly, and said word by word: "Yan'er, he is now a disciple of Bu Zhoutian, and he is valued by a certain big man, so he has an extraordinary opportunity."

Not Sunday?

A big man cares?

hiss!

Mu Jiuzhou sucked in the cool air, and the three Mu Liuxing brothers also had a blank mind.

Their nephew, actually, has such a big background, and they still...

In an instant, the faces of the three turned pale, and Mu Liuyu's brain was cut off.

"Okay!"

Just when they were shocked by the news, Mu Tianxuan took the sword and faced Chu Yan's provocative tone in his eyes.

He almost lost his mind, holding the spirit sword, slashed towards Chu Yan!

His face was violent and he lost his mind. This sword turned out to be slashing at Chu Yan's head!

"Tianxuan, what are you doing? Don't stop me!"

Mu Jiuzhou was stunned, and then with a shocked expression, he yelled loudly.

Mu Liuxing also reacted, and his expression changed greatly on the spot. Chu Yan is a disciple of Bu Zhoutian. With such a noble status, how can they be neglected?

If this appears here, there are three long and two short.

They admire the family, but they are really finished!

Chu Yan's originally indifferent eyes were also under the lore sword of Mu Tianxuan, and he squinted and stared at him.

Seeing Chu Yan like this, Mu Tianxuan's heart surged with boundless emotions.

He vented his momentum first, as if he felt something was wrong.

But the thought of Chu Yan's indifferent look at him, and the ignorance that he is now looking at, makes him almost lose all his reason.

How could he lose?

How could he lose to his cousin who was four years younger than him?

He couldn't accept this fact, and he didn't want to see Chu Yan's eyes!

so...

"what!"

Mu Tianxuan roared angrily, his whole body condensed once again, and without any hesitation, he slashed at Chu Yan's head with a sword without any hesitation.

boom!

Like a metal collision, the violent sword energy was blown away, and the storm in the room was violent.

But there was no scene that everyone couldn't bear to stare at.

Chu Yan still stood indifferently, but Mu Tianxuan screamed in agony, and was shaken several meters away by the force of the shock on the spot, and the sword in his hand flew away and returned to Chu Yan's hand.

Chu Yan sighed slightly, looking at the floor and vomiting blood, his eyes still full of disbelief, and Mu Tianxuan, who was deeply obsessed, shook his head even more.

When Mu Liuxing shouted and rushed towards him, he waved his hand and threw three medicinal pills together, "Uncle, this is a good healing thing, take it for my cousin."

After saying that, Chu Yan bowed slightly in his grandfather's admiration for Kyushu, and seemed to be a little tired, turned and walked out of the hall.

"Yan'er—"

Seeing Mu Tianxuan being blown away, Mu Jiuzhou couldn't tell whether he was excited or relieved.

But seeing a trace of disappointment in Chu Yan's eyes, when he turned to leave, he felt a pain in his heart.

Mu Tianxuan's sword just lost his mind, although it was nothing to him.

But to treat his relatives so viciously must have chilled his heart.

"Yan'er..."

Mu Liuyun's heart almost stopped just now, and he took a deep look at Mu Liuxing. He didn't care about anything else, and quickly followed Chu Yan.

After they left, the entire hall was dead silent, everyone looked at each other, only Mu Yuxing squatted down and took the medicine for Mu Tianxuan.

After Mu Tianxuan took the medicine pill, he quickly improved a lot.

But the face was still very pale.

Until now, he still couldn't accept this fact.

Did he lose like that? And lost without dignity.

"Do you know why you lost?"

Mu Jiuzhou approached coldly.

Mu Tianxuan's heart trembled fiercely: "Grandpa, I—"

"Because his strength is far above yours!"

Mu Jiuzhou's next words resounded in his heart like thunder, causing him to fall into an abyss.

"No, it should be above all of us, far!"

"He is from Buzhoutian!"

"Now you know why your aunt dared to come here with them?"

"Tianxuan, your cousin gave you enough face, but what about you? Did you want to kill your cousin with that final sword?"

"You have disappointed me after all. Go back by yourself. When you realize you were wrong, come back to me."

Mu Tianxuan's face was pale, as if he had lost his soul.

Thinking back now, he is also distraught. Just now because of his anger and distortion, he wanted to kill Chu Yan with a sword?

No one could stop him now, and even Mu Liuyu kept his mouth shut, and there was deep shock in his eyes!

——

"Yan'er, are you alright?"

Mu Liuyun caught up with Chu Yan. Just now, with Mu Tianxuan's sword, Chu Yan had no intention of dodging, but she was terrified.

She quickly hugged Chu Yan's head and checked carefully.

At the same time, there is a bit of self-blame and bitterness on the expression. Twenty years have passed, and things have long been different, and this home is no longer the home she once remembered.

Except her father's love for her has not changed.

The three brothers are actually very rusty.

As for their children, they are no different from strangers.

Mu Tianxuan would be so crazy, it made her sad and helpless.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

Chu Yan smiled and said: "This is nothing, since I dare to let him take action, I am sure of it."

The unhappiness in Chu Yan's heart was only for this moment.

After all, for him, this place is too far from his world. After this incident is over, it is very likely that it will be difficult to meet them again in this life, right?

"Mother, take me to see grandma, I'll solve her condition."

Chu Yan raised his head and glanced at the sky. It was already afternoon, and it was only two or three hours away from dark, so he had to prepare as soon as possible.

"Okay, let's go."

Mu Liuyun was relieved when he saw that his son was really fine.

Under the leadership of Mu Qianqian, he came to a room.

"Aunt, cousin, grandma is resting inside, you go in."

After Mu Qianqian opened the door, she pointed inside and whispered.

Mu Liuyun took a deep breath, and then walked in cautiously. Through the bed curtain, he could vaguely see a thin old figure lying on the hospital bed, dying.

Her breath was very unstable, even chaotic, and there was a black air in the air.

Mu Liuyun's heart tingled for a while, and he walked quickly to her, knelt on the ground, and lightly held her palm, "Mother..."