Chapter 8： Finger marriage (1/2)

After all, Mo Wen is a six-star alchemy master, and it is not difficult for him to see that Mu Yun is not even counted as the first level of Body Tempering Realm.

Doing things so decisively, this Muyun does not seem simple, at least he is a person with personality.

Mu Yun didn't bother to know what Lu Xiaotian and Mo Wen were thinking.

Two slaps slapped the Muqian and walked away.

If Muqian reacted and really wanted to fight him hard, Mu Yun would be really hard to resist.

At this moment, there were a dozen seats in the Mu's hall.

There were two people sitting in the first seat, one of whom was about forty years old, with slightly white sideburns, sharp eyes, and a calm manner while talking and laughing.

This person is exactly Mu Linchen, the head of the Mu family's branch in Beiyun City.

The other person, dressed in a black robe, with long hair as white as snow, was an old man with a short stature.

”Haha... Old Madam Qin, Yun'er in my family is introverted and doesn't like to talk. Don't be dissatisfied if you see you soon!”

Looking at the black-robed old man, Mu Linchen smiled slightly, but there was some worry in that smile.

The old man, it was Qin Shiyu, the grandfather of the Qin family in North Cloud City, and the Qin family was also a big family in North Cloud City with strong strength.

”The chief shepherd is joking, the child of Muyun is a bit introverted, but my Yaoer, you know... This time, my Qin and Mu two married together, mainly to remind some people with ulterior motives, let the Wang family and the Diao family , Don't dare to mess around!”

Grandpa Qin took a sip of tea, and his eyes fell on the girl behind him.

The girl has a slim figure, her skin is like fat, white in red, gentle like jade, and crystal clear. The flexibly turning eyes turned wisely, a bit naughty, a bit mischievous, wearing a light blue dress with a tight waist.

Between the eyebrows, there is a natural spirituality.

However, the girl's face was covered by a white veil, making it difficult to see her appearance.

”Foster father, I heard you are looking for me?”

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded in the hall.

The visitor was Mu Yun, wearing an ink-colored gown, with chalk dust on his forehead, long hair tied behind his head, towering high, with a strand of hair in front of his forehead, his hands behind, Mu Yun's face wore not With a patient expression, he walked into the hall.