This time, if it really explodes.
Su Yuexiang would indeed be seriously injured, but the Shen father would also die because he's a lamp without oil.
At this critical moment, suddenly, the sound of a zither resounds in the room.
The palm that the Shen father wants to send out, but before he could lift it, it's caught by a small, fair and tender hand.
At the same time, the sound of a zither lingers in the room, accompanied by a young girl's soft and sweet-sounding voice, "Isn't it supposed to be a joyous occasion? Why is everyone's murderous aura so heavy? Why don't we all sit down and watch this good show together? "
"Xiao Bao, ask your grandfather and uncle to sit down."
The Shen father lowers his head in a daze, but is aghast to see a delicate little face.
It's a pink jade-carved baby, only four or five years old.
However, the blow that he wanted to send out after gathering all his Internal Force,
Yet under this little baby's gentle grasp, it effortlessly returns to the Qi Sea within his body.
This … what's going on here?
Xiao Bao expressionlessly looks at him, using an ice- cold, childish voice to say: "Grandfather, niangqin wants you to sit down."
G-G-G-Grandpa?!!
This little baby, who's even more beautiful than the golden boy of the celestial immortals, is calling him grandfather?!
The Shen father is dumbfounded.
So much so that he even forgets to resist and question. Caught by Xiao Bao, he staggers back to the bedside and sits down.
Xiao Bao looks at Shen Jinglin with his clear, sapphire-like eyes.
Without waiting for the little baby to open his mouth, Shen Jinglin immediately says: "Alright, alright, uncle will sit down."
Xiao Bao sees that his grandfather and uncle have both sat down, and only then does he put his small hands behind his back.
Like a little adult, he returns to Muyan's side and sticks close to her.
Muyan doesn't know when, but she's already leisurely sitting by the low table. There's a zither on the table, and her jade-like fingers are lightly plucking the strings, making a pleasant sound.
From beginning to end, she looks like she's leisurely watching a play. There's not even a little bit of fear on her face that she's about to marry a fool.
On the contrary, her eyes are full of ridicule and ridicule.
Only when Xiao Bao leans against her does she reveal a gentle smile and stroke his head, indicating that he's doing well.
Seeing her attitude, Shen Xiaorou inexplicably flustered.
He couldn't help but think back to that time at Ke Lai Restaurant.
She thought that she could properly humiliate Mu Yan, but who knew that she would be forced by Mu Yan to crawl out in public.
"Patriarch Lu, what are you waiting for?!" Shen Xiaorou suddenly shouted at Lu Yongli, "Don't you want this woman to be your daughter-in-law? Tie her up and carry her back, and your son can consummate his marriage! If he misses this woman, that silly son of yours will never be able to marry such a good wife again! "
Madame Lu fiercely glares at Shen Xiaorou, "If you dare to slander my son again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
However, seeing that her son is infatuated and drooling at Muyan,
She still said to Clan Master Lu, "But what this girl said is right. To avoid any undue delay, I think it's better to carry her back immediately to bow to heaven and earth and get married!"
Patriarch Lu narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment before waving his hand.
"Go! Tie this woman up!"
The servants of the Lu Family heard the order and rushed forward.
However, before they could get close.
Muyan's hands, which are resting on the zither strings, suddenly move.
In an instant, dozens of zither notes turn into blades, and like lightning, they shoot towards the servants of the Lu family.
These dozen or so people don't even have the time to raise the swords in their hands.
Their chests suddenly emit puffing sounds, and blood splatters everywhere. Soon after, they fall down stiffly.
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