My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

"Hold me responsible?" Mo Yanyu pursed her thin lips.

"The Dragon Group was founded by the Mohist School and is under the control of the main lineage."

"Even if your president comes in person, he doesn't have the qualifications."

Li Xingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, frowning, his expression showing no emotion.

The slightly fatter old man next to him stepped forward and said.

"The Dragon Group has already left the Mohist School. We only follow your orders."

"But the mission of protecting the country remains."

"As the leader of China, we have every reason to supervise."

Wang Xiaoke sighed, this old man was really hypocritical.

They say they are so great, but I haven't seen them do anything.

In fact, the contribution made by the Monastic Association is not as much.

The others were talking in low voices and had no appetite for food.

Just watch this drama quietly.

The main vein has been prosperous for so long, who wouldn't want to see them fall?

Besides, if the second wife were to take power, she would not be able to support herself alone and would definitely need help from relatives.

They can also make some profit from it...

Mu Sinan was so cheerful that he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

With two national envoys standing on the platform, Mo Cangming seems to be in a difficult situation.

Coupled with the stain of the Song family's extermination, the situation is clearly in Mo Xianjun's favor.

"enough!"

Mo Cangming's brows revealed the aura of a superior, which was the imperial majesty accumulated over many years.

"Since you have all left the Mohist School, the Dragon Group should stop interfering in the Mohist School's affairs."

"Tell your president a message, tell him to worry less."

Li Xingyuan shook his head. He came just for Mo Xianjun.

There is no reason to leave if the task is not completed.

"I think it's better to do this." Mo Ranshang interrupted.

"As long as the first two things are resolved, we won't say anything more."

Mo Ye glanced sideways and asked, "How does Second Uncle want to solve this?"

"First, you will succeed the head of the family and participate in the family marriage."

He had already investigated Mo Ye and was sure that he would not agree.

Mo Longchen looked at Mo Ye's serious face and chuckled.

"Second brother, if that's the case, just agree to him."

"But……"

Mo Ye looked at his elder brother and was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

"No problem. Compared to others, I have stayed in the Mo family for a long time."

Mo Longchen patted his shoulder, his expression showing relief.

"You will inherit the family patriarch sooner or later, so why hesitate?"

"It would be better to be decisive so that my father can retire."

Mo Ye was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked Mo Ranshang.

"What about the second thing?"

"For harming Song Qinwan and the Song family, you brothers and sisters will have to mourn for three days."

Mo Yanyu's face was as cold as frost, and her eyes were full of hostility.

"Do you know the saying that trouble comes from the mouth?"

"Do you think I won't dare to touch you just because you have a big tree to lean on?"

Mo Ranshang ignored the threat and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"Why, can you still kill me?"

With the Protector of the Nation and his relatives around, he is now very confident.

Ye Luo swallowed his saliva. This old man is so fierce!

Everyone in the Mohist School knows the young lady's temper, yet they still dare to provoke her!

Do you think your life is too long?

Mo Yanyu turned her wrist, and the spirit sword seemed to sense something.

The sword was pulled out from the wooden table and stabbed straight into his face with a murderous aura.

Everything happened so fast that no one had time to react.

"How brave!"

Li Xingyuan raised his palm, and a layer of illusory spiritual shield pressed against the tip of the sword.

"The Protector of the Nation is here, and he wants to kill his own people. He is really rampant."

"A cruel and inhumane character will lead to great mistakes in the future."

"Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of our ancestors!"

A breath of energy burst out of his body, making him look like an immortal.

With a flick of his finger, the spirit sword flew backwards and stabbed into the floor.

Immediately, tremendous pressure came towards Mo Yanyu.

No one else felt anything, after all, it was only directed at her.

"You old bastard, you dare to touch my sister, you are courting death!"

Mo Longchen has always doted on his sister, and he rushed forward immediately.

Unexpectedly, after taking just a few steps, it was like a drop in the ocean, making it difficult to move forward.

Mo Longchen took a deep breath. The other party's cultivation was obviously above the Golden Core level.

"This is the method of the Protector of the Nation. It's amazing!"

All the tribesmen were secretly shocked.

They know that everyone in the Dragon Group possesses supernatural abilities.

But I have only heard of it, and this is the first time I have seen it.

"The second branch has this backer, it seems the main branch is doomed."

"Tsk, after staying in Kyoto for decades, it's time to move somewhere else."

"As the saying goes, things change over time."

Li Xingyuan was a little surprised to see that Mo Yanyu remained calm.

How old is this little girl? She is already in the late stage of Condensation?

She is indeed a daughter of heaven, her talent is truly terrifying...

"town!"

He turned his hand and pressed down, and the pressure on Mo Yanyu surged, and the air became distorted.

"Stinky old man, let go of my master's wife!"

Xichen took out an iron rod and glared at the two of them fiercely.

As soon as he jumped off the bench, he was picked up and put on the chair.

"Just stay still, you can't help."

"When I have achieved success in my cultivation, I will talk about protecting my master's wife."

Wang Xiaoke stood up with a smile, took Mo Yanyu's hand and pulled her behind him.

Mo Yanyu saw him standing in front of her, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

"Xiao Ke, don't worry about it, I can handle it."

"Let me do it, you go and rest over there."

Wang Xiaoke pursed her lips and smiled, her eyes filled with extreme tenderness.

Mo Xun'er, who was watching from a distance, felt as if his mouth was filled with two pounds of aged vinegar.

Blanch! So sour!

If Xiao Ke could coax her like this, she would wake up laughing in her dreams.

"Dragon Group, right?"

Wang Xiaoke turned around slowly, put away his smile, and looked cold and aloof.

Li Xingyuan's pressure was resolved and he immediately became more serious.

"who are you?"

This person looks very young, how can he offset the pressure of the golden elixir?

"Bullying my fiancée, who do you think I am?"

Wang Xiaoke grinned and a small seal appeared on his palm.

The Xuanling Seal trembled slightly, and Li Xingyuan was startled.

"No, it's weird!"

The two were bound by the power of rules and could not move.

Wang Xiaoke smiled, and a green light flashed at the corner of his eyes.

"Ghost eyes."

In an instant, the two of them were trapped in a fantasy and were pulled into another dimension.

"This... what kind of magic is this?"

Li Xingyuan was tied to a cross, and all he saw was a bloody world.

The strong smell of blood hit my nose, making me sick.

Suddenly, two masked men came towards them, sharpening their knives.

Stabbed hard in the chest.

The real pain made Li Xingyuan frown and he couldn't help but take a breath.

The masked man stabbed with sword after sword, like an indifferent puppet.

"what!!"

The screams were endless, echoing in this world.

After an unknown amount of time, the two were brought back to reality.

Li Xingyuan's face was pale and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

The old man next to him was also weak and had obviously suffered a serious injury.

Everyone stared in amazement, not knowing what was going on.

After just a few seconds, both of them became weak.

"Elder Li!"

Mo Xianjun realized something was wrong and hurried over to support Li Xingyuan.

"Who are you who can actually damage the soul?"

"Are you sure you want to go against our Dragon Group?"

Wang Xiaoke spread his hands: "Whatever you think."

"If you come here to cause trouble, I don't mind killing you."

The day when the Divine Court was destroyed was a great harvest.

He thought that with the Dragon Group's background, there must be many treasures.

"I hope you'll still be so arrogant later!"

Li Xingyuan had a gloomy face and gave Mo Xianjun a look.

Mo Xianjun understood instantly and took out a jade token from his sleeve.

Crush it with bare hands.