C72 (1/2)

The man saw Murong Xuan's hesitation and was worried, but he didn't show it on his face. ”I know what you're thinking, but the Heavenly Son Sword is of value to everyone. It's just that at this moment, he's in the hands of the Mu Rong family's old man, so it's only useful for business. Other than money, there's no other value to him. Just imagine it. ”

Murong Xuan knew what a man meant. Right now, all he wanted was to use the Heavenly Sword to exchange for Jiang Liu'er's life, but …

He did hate Jiang Liu'er, but he clearly knew about killing her. Every time this name appeared, Murong Xuan would feel extremely unlucky, not to mention the amount of bad luck it was, especially in front of Yang Xiaotong, the woman he liked.

A man wouldn't be willing to make a fool of himself in front of a man, or to steal away a woman that he had always treated as a thorn in his side.

He didn't want to be a bargaining chip between other people. In any case, he was the son of Murong Batian, and even if he wasn't as amazing as Murong Batian, he should have at least grasped a little about it.

”Why should I believe you? What's more, as long as I'm willing to pay, I can help out with a lot of people. What about when I was a three-year-old? ”

The man seemed to have expected these words from Murong Xuan. He took out a brown paper bag from his bag and handed it to Murong Xuan. ”I think you'll re-evaluate your attitude towards me after reading this.”

He took out a thick stack of something that looked like a company contract. On the paper, every page clearly recorded Jiang Liu'er's information. Even from a long time ago, Jiang Liu's work in the museum was very detailed.

Murong Xuan inwardly rejoiced. It seemed like this man had long since been prepared for this. His appearance had merely allowed this man to obtain a Heavenly Son Sword. He was certain that this man would definitely be able to treat Jiang Liu'er well.

Murong Xuan folded the documents in his hands. ”I can trade with you, but you have to give me some time. After all, I don't have the Heavenly Son Sword, and …”

The man nodded at Murong Xuan. ”I can give you time, and I can give you financial support, but …” I have to give you a limited amount of time, but I can't help you with everything. I haven't gotten what I want, can I? ”

”Of course I understand. Give me seven days, the Heavenly Son Sword will definitely be in your hands. When the time comes, I want to see Jiang Liu'er in dire straits. Otherwise, you know the strength of my Mu Rong family.”

The man sneered. In his entire life, he hated people the most, and being threatened was one of them, but now was not the time to get angry. His target was the Heavenly Son Sword in Murong Batian's hands.

”Then it's a deal.” After saying that, the man turned around, preparing to leave, but suddenly turned his head back. ”Oh right, I have a hairpin here, I think it should be the type that your girlfriend likes.” He took out a beautiful hairpin and passed it to Murong Xuan.

Mu Rong Xuan looked at it. This hairpin indeed matched Yang Xiaodong's temperament. He didn't think too much and kept it. He looked at the time, turned the car around and headed towards Yang Xiaodong's house.

Ten minutes later, Murong Xuan arrived at Yang Xiaotong's house. He looked down from the floor. Except for the light in Yang Xiaotong's room, the rest of the rooms were dark. He thought for a moment before walking up.

After knocking on the door a few times, Yang Xiaodong finally opened it. Just as she opened it and saw the person at the door, the door suddenly slammed shut. Mu Rong Xuan was standing at the door and didn't know how to react …

He quickly raised his hand and knocked on the door, but this time, no matter how fast he knocked, Yang Xiaodong remained silent. And don't open the door for him.

”Xiaotong, I know you're mad at me because of Jiang Liu'er, but I'm completely unaware of his injuries. Can you open the door first?”

”You're just saying it, it's not a shameful thing. You said it, I'm listening.”

Murong Xuan quickly continued, ”This is my fault. If I had known earlier, I would have at least done something. Don't be angry, if you open the door, I'll apologize to you in front of you.”

The door was silent for a moment. Murong Xuan stuck a foot out of the door and stuck his foot into the crack. Then, he leaned over and burrowed into the door.

Yang Xiaotong couldn't stop him with one arm and had to let him in. ”What are you still doing here? Didn't you already explain everything?”

I've explained it clearly, but I haven't apologized to you in person yet. Xiaotong, you know that I'm not a despicable person, and it's not because of you that I hate Jiang Liu'er, but I already know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I will do whatever you say.

Yang Xiaodong looked at Murong Xuan's sincere face and reluctantly nodded. Just as she nodded, Murong Xuan took her hand and placed something in his.