I control the world with magic

Nangong Mengli's plan was a gamble, betting that she would be lucky enough and her body would be able to support her escape.

Su Mu denied her plan and proposed a better plan.

The two men and women who were ready to kill the imperial nobles talked calmly with red wine glasses in their hands, and talked about some interesting things that happened in Star City from time to time. No one could tell that such crazy ideas were hidden under their calm and elegant appearance.

"Su Su, do you know that Yang Dongqing has been looking for you a lot during the time you disappeared? Although he said that it would be better to die and that he would kill himself sooner or later, he was very concerned about your news. He should have looked for you in the few days since you came back, right?"

Nangong Mengli seemed to think of Yang Dongqing's awkward expression, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Su Mu nodded: "I have looked for him. He said that good people don't live long, but evil people will last for thousands of years. He knew that I would not die, so he took the next month's salary in advance and left."

Puff......

Nangong Mengli couldn't help laughing: "He also asked me for an advance on his salary, saying that he was going to buy clothes for his girlfriend. I really don't know how many clothes he wants to buy."

Su Mu shrugged: "This kid said that he was buying clothes to apologize, but I guess he has bad intentions."

"Oh? What bad intentions?" Nangong Mengli moved closer, smiling.

Su Mu did not answer such an obvious question. With Yang Dongqing's brain, what other intentions could he have? It's nothing more than seeing that the clothes in the upper city are gorgeous and sexy, and planning to put them on Jasmine, and then rush to the upper city at night.

While the two were chatting and laughing, on the other side of the banquet, Qian Zihao's eyes were almost spitting out flames. He stared at Su Mu and Nangong Mengli, and the jealousy and anger in his heart could not be suppressed.

"Damn you, you bitch! Wait, after tonight you'll be mine completely! Damn, why hasn't Murong Zhuo come yet? The banquet will start in half an hour, hurry up and announce the engagement!"

Perhaps Qian Zihao's curse worked, the protagonist of the banquet, Murong Zhuo, the head of the Murong family, finally appeared.

When he appeared, the originally lively banquet hall was instantly paused, and everyone stopped talking and looked at the old man at the entrance.

He was wearing a dark and gorgeous dress, the fabric was exquisite, and the exquisite embroidery outlined an ancient pattern. His silver hair was neatly combed and slightly pulled back, revealing a slightly furrowed forehead. His eyes were deep, like a bottomless lake, and his mouth was tightly pursed, and he was majestic without being angry.

Beside him, there were two men and one woman, with the same extraordinary demeanor. They were Murong Zhuo's three children, who surrounded him and walked into the hall.

"Hello, Master Murong."

"It's been a long time since we last met. Master Murong is still in high spirits."

A group of people came forward and greeted him with all their life's enthusiasm. They didn't ask for anything else but to be familiar with him.

As the biggest noble in Star City and a Silver Level 3 Transcendent, Murong Zhuo has an extremely noble status. It is no exaggeration to say that Star City is his one-man show.

However, Murong Zhuo seemed to be in a bad mood today. Facing the enthusiasm of the crowd, he kept frowning and just nodded perfunctorily.

The guests also stopped when they saw the good, and no one dared to offend him.

Why was Murong Zhuo in a bad mood? It was no secret in the circle of Upper City. It was nothing more than the Golden Eye. Without the Golden Eye, he could not break through to the Golden Realm. In addition, when he was young, he was greedy for merit and reckless, and abused Transcendental Medicine, which led to a serious deficiency of body. The end was approaching. No one would be in a good mood in this situation.

Soon, Murong Zhuo's three children were enthusiastically surrounded by the crowd. Their idea was simple. Murong Zhuo would be finished sooner or later, so they naturally had to increase their efforts to win over the children who might become the heirs. Among them, the eldest son Murong Yun had the most people around him.

With the arrival of Murong Zhuo, the atmosphere of the banquet was completely pushed to a climax. The guests became more enthusiastic, and the pianist also changed the music to a cheerful piano piece.

Gradually, men and women began to dance in the middle of the dance floor, and there were even stars singing. Everyone toasted and toasted, taking turns to celebrate Murong Zhuo's birthday.

In contrast, Nangong Mengli was very deserted here, as if she was abandoned by the world. Everyone knew that Murong Zhuo did not like this illegitimate daughter. Except for some people at the bottom of the banquet who wanted to try their luck, almost no one came to find Nangong Mengli.

At this time, Qian Zihao couldn't sit still any longer. Seeing that the banquet was halfway through, Murong Laodeng had no intention of speaking at all. He just sat there frowning. He stood up in anger and dragged his fat body to Murong Zhuo with a wine glass in hand.

"Uncle, I, your nephew Qian Zihao, wish you a long life and a happy family." Qian Zihao's voice was loud and his face was full of smiles, which immediately attracted Murong Zhuo's attention.'s attention.

Murong Zhuo looked up at the fat man in front of him, frowned slightly, and seemed a little unhappy.

At this time, Qian Zihao hurriedly said: "To celebrate your birthday, my nephew is willing to offer a mithril mine in the west of the city. Please accept it, uncle."

As soon as these words came out, there were uncontrollable exclamations from all around. Giving gifts, giving mithril mines! ? What a big deal! In order to please Murong Zhuo, the birthday gifts they prepared were naturally very precious, but no matter how precious the things were, they were nothing compared to the mithril mine.

Some people who knew the inside information were secretly shocked. Although the output of the mithril mine in the west of the city was very low, it was also a mithril mine, which was worth a fortune. Qian Zihao really spent a lot of money to marry Murong Mengli.

When Murong Zhuo heard the word "mithril mine", his brows relaxed. The old nobleman did not show any surprise on his face, but was very calm: "My dear nephew, you are thoughtful."

Qian Zihao's smile became even bigger, but he had already cursed in his heart, "Old Biden is pretending to be a bastard! If it weren't for the noble status and Mengli, would I have invested so much? It's not enough to agree privately, I have to say it in public.

At this time, Murong Zhuo slowly stood up, and his eldest son Murong Yun beside him quickly handed him a glass of wine.

Murong Zhuo picked up the wine glass, and all the guests present were quiet and waited for him to speak.

"Thank you all for coming to my birthday party. Today, I have many distinguished guests and good friends. It is a great pleasure in life. Although I am already in my twilight years, I feel warm in my heart when I see this lively scene..."

Murong Zhuo started with a long speech. This old nobleman is very good at this kind of scene. All the guests were smiling and listening attentively, pretending to be more polite than each other.

Qian Zihao's hand holding the wine glass was almost stiff, and the fake smile on his face became more and more fake. Damn, old Bidden, he can really talk nonsense. He was drooping his face before, but now he is excited when he hears about the mithril mine?