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

A cloud of white smoke rose up and gradually disappeared into the air.

Mo Xianjun raised his eyebrows coldly and looked Wang Xiaoke up and down.

He knew very well the strength of Mr. Li.

He is a genuine Jindan cultivator, second only to the president in the entire organization.

The two of them just looked at each other, how come he was suddenly seriously injured?

I didn't see Wang Xiaoke take action, which was a bit weird...

"Since the main lineage won't give an explanation, let my master do the talking."

Mo Xianjun narrowed his pupils and said with a forced smile.

"He has wanted to visit the Mohist School for a long time."

Mo Ranshang calmed his excited heart and glanced at everyone proudly.

"My son's master is the Dragon Group's president."

"Once he arrives, this matter will not be so easy to turn over."

Mo Cangming's heart tightened and he waved to his personal guards.

As people hurried over, he lowered his voice and gave orders.

"Go and get the worshippers and call them to the main building."

"By the way... please ask Elder Han to come as well."

Except for him and Mo Ye, no one knew that Han Daoren lived in the Mo family.

As the former president of the association, Han Daoren has deep ties with Mohism.

Therefore, after leaving the retreat a few days ago, he went to visit the Mohist School...

The guard nodded respectfully and turned to do it.

Wang Xiaoke saw Mo Yanyu lowering her eyes, with a gloomy look in her eyes.

"Don't be angry. If you dare to target my second uncle, I will definitely not stand idly by."

"Let me take care of them later."

Mo Yanyu couldn't help but laugh. The child she once was had now become the man who protected her.

"My second sister just told me that a mineral vein was discovered in the Western Military Region and a large number of people are needed to mine it."

"That Mo Xianjun is quite strong and fit, very suitable for mining coal."

Mo Yanyu curled her thin lips and said, "This suggestion is feasible."

Wang Xiaoke smiled and nodded, holding her tender hand.

"With me here today, no one can mess with the pretty sister. Even if their president comes, I will teach him a lesson!"

Ye Luo, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but smack his lips.

The young master is usually quite normal, I didn't expect him to be so sinister.

Who would dare to send the Mo family to the frontier to dig coal?

He glanced at Mo Xianjun and mourned for him for three seconds...

Li Xingyuan stared at Wang Xiaoke, his eyes full of fear.

The other party must be a cultivator since he could easily hurt his soul.

But the other party had no spiritual power fluctuations, just like an ordinary person.

Unless there is a magic weapon to conceal the aura, or...his cultivation is much higher than his.

Since he is so young, it must be the former.

The method that injured him just now was probably also done with the help of external force.

Mo Longchen grinned and patted Mo Ye on the shoulder.

"My sister was right. My brother-in-law is indeed responsible and suits my taste."

"I can rest assured if Yu'er marries him in the future~"

Mo Ye looked at the intimacy between the two and nodded with a smile.

Yuer's heart is cold and slow to warm up, and only Xiao Ke can warm her up.

When Wang Xiaoke disappeared, he was afraid that Xiaoyu would live out her life alone.

Fortunately, the two of them can be together again.

While the two were talking, Wang Xiaoke glanced outside the door.

"Has the real master arrived?"

Dusk enveloped the manor, and the sky was already filled with stars.

It is like countless crystal embellishments, sparkling in the night.

A stream of light broke through the air and stayed above the manor.

The old man was wearing a Tibetan robe and looking towards the main building with a smile on his face.

"It still looks the same, but it's a pity that the old friend is gone."

He took a step forward, crossed a thousand meters, and walked straight into the main building.

"Master!"

When Mo Xianjun saw the person coming, he walked up to greet him respectfully.

Under the light, the old man stood with his hands behind his back, his skin was sickly pale.

His hair was as white as frost, but there was not a single wrinkle on his face.

A pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life, making people feel uneasy when looking into each other's eyes.

Everyone was looking at him, feeling that he was mysterious and weird.

"Is this the Dragon Group leader? He looks different from ordinary people."

"It is mentioned in the clan records that he lived for hundreds of years..."

"Hiss... isn't that the old immortal? It's amazing."

"I thought it was fake before, Zong Juan really didn't lie to me."

"Even the president has shown up. It seems that it is a foregone conclusion that the Second House will overthrow the Third House."

"Come with me to toast later and get acquainted with the Hong Kong Mo family in advance."

……

"President." Li Xingyuan bowed and explained the whole story.

The old man glanced at Wang Xiaoke, then fixed his gaze on Mo Cangming.

"Are you the current head of the family? Who is Mo Ying to you?"

Mo Cangming was stunned and replied: "He is my grandfather."

"Yeah." The white-haired old man nodded, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"After a hundred years of not seeing each other, it's the turn of Ying's grandchildren to be the head of the family."

Then he smiled and said, "Do you know my name?"

Mo Cangming paused, feeling a tremendous pressure.

"Naturally, President Nie's name is still retained in the Mohist sect's records."

"I wonder what exactly is the purpose of President Nie's visit?"

Nie Wentian raised his head and smiled, looking at him meaningfully.

"As for me, the Protector of the Nation should have brought it to you. Why are you asking me when you already know the answer?"

"The massacre of more than a hundred people is immoral and inhumane, and is the behavior of a tyrant."

"The position of leader affects the fate of the country, so we must be careful in selecting and employing people."

"understand?"

Mo Cangming frowned slightly and looked at him seriously.

"This is an internal matter of the Mohist School. President Nie has no right to interfere, right?"

"Oh?"

Nie Wentian smiled: "You think I'm not qualified?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong feeling of suffocation and pressure swept over him.

Mo Cangming's face turned red and his body was shaking.

"Humph!"

A sharp aura unfolded like a sword domain, crushing the pressure into nothingness.