C79 (1/2)

”What are you talking about? No one can do what I, Murong Xuan, can't do. Just you wait, I'll definitely give you that broken thing in a few days.”

The man raised his eyebrows. It didn't matter to him what the process was like. The key was that he only wanted the Heavenly Son Sword.

”Then I hope it's really as you said. I'll wait for your news.”

After the man finished talking to Murong Xuan, he left in a hurry. Murong Xuan was secretly calculating how he could get the broken sword from his father.

When Murong Xuan returned home, Murong Batian had already left the hospital. He was sitting on the sofa, randomly changing channels. It was unknown what he was looking at.

”Didn't you know that I was discharged today?”

Murong Batian heard the commotion at the door and looked up to see it was Murong Xuan. With a low voice, he asked, ”This kind of movie where my father left the hospital and my son didn't want to pick up is only broadcasted in the movies.”

Murong Xuan raised his head and looked at Murong Batian. Hearing his father's confident voice, he didn't seem worried at all. ”I'm fine. Besides, your body's fine. You're just discharged, there's no need to send so many people.”

Murong Batian saw his own son's nonchalant expression and felt a bit of anger towards him. The sons of the other families were all kind and filial, why was it that his own son had to go against him? And no matter how he was taught, he still couldn't teach his son well.

”What do you mean?”

When Mu Rong Xuan heard his father's tone, his tone became a bit higher, as though he was begging someone, he smiled and said, ”I didn't say anything, I just have some matters to attend to, so I went out to busy myself. As long as you're back, what's the doctor say, what's wrong?”

Murong Batian rolled his eyes at his son. Looking at the fake expression on his face, he couldn't be bothered to say anymore, ”If there's nothing serious, just rest for now, don't think that I don't know what you're doing all day. Don't give me any trouble, I'll still have to help you take care of the aftermath when the time comes.”

Mu Rong Xuan wanted to retort, but when he thought about the Heavenly Son Sword, he held it in in the end.

”No, dad, I was indeed too busy to come and pick you up. Oh yeah dad, there's something I want to discuss with you, I wonder if you have the time.”

Murong Batian looked up at Murong Xuan and grunted, waiting for him to speak.

Murong Xuan sat across from his father and went straight to the point. ”Dad, I wonder if you can give me the Heavenly Son Sword that you received a while ago?”

”Eh?” Murong Batian glanced at his own son, trying to guess his thoughts. This Heavenly Son Sword was his heart, not to mention this little brat, even his own wife had the thought of settling the score with him by blood.

”Dad, it's like this, there's something I want to ask a friend of mine to help me with, but my friend told me that he really likes this Heavenly Son Sword, if I want to do this, I have to give this Heavenly Son Sword to my friend, so …”

He knew that his son wasn't in a good situation. With the value of the Heavenly Son Sword, it would be more than enough to buy a plot of land. With just these few words, he was willing to give this kid's tiger skin dog friend.

”So what?”

”So, I want you to do me a favor and give this Heavenly Son Sword to my friend so that it can be completed quickly. Do you take it as it is?”

It was rare for Murong Xuan to show such filial piety, but how could his father have missed that?

”Done?” If you can't make peace with me, then what do I have to say? ”

”Dad …” Murong Xuan suppressed his anger. He thought that his father would be able to watch him give in and take out the item, but his father didn't seem to have that intention at all.

”Enough, I can't agree to this, so don't waste your saliva and talk about it. As for your friends, I advise you not to interact with them. Otherwise, you can help them take the blame for nothing and even help them count the money.”

In the end, Murong Xuan still couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. In the end, the person in front of him was his father. Not only did he not help him, he even called him friend.

”Dad, it's okay, he's my friend. It's fine if you say it's me, but you're still talking about other people. What lousy friend are you talking about? It's such a waste of your saliva to say it to you.”

”What did you say?” When Murong Batian saw his own son getting angry at him, the anger that he had suppressed in his heart finally flared up? Come out, ”As long as you say what? As long as you say your friend, then it's fine. This is truly true. I've done everything successfully in my life to give birth to such a darn son of yours.”

”Hey hey hey old man, aren't you talking too much?”