Chapter 67： so not a thing (1/2)

Chapter 67 Too bad

Murong Kuan's body froze, his face suddenly turned pale, and he no longer dared to move.

He is only eleven years old, and his life is so long that he should not be lame.

Seeing that his words had an effect, Murong Zhe squatted in front of his son and said, "Come on, Daddy will carry you."

Murong Lingran suggested: "Dad, the third brother is heavier than me, it's not as easy as you carried me last time, why don't I come?"

"It's okay, Dad can do it, you just need to carry the basket on your back."

"Okay then." Seeing his father's insistence, Murong Lingran had no choice but to follow him.

Helian Rongjiu frowned slightly when he saw that their family was so humble. Would someone who can raise such sensible children really do that kind of thing?

"Jing Xuan."

"I understand, Brother Jiu."

After Wei Jingxuan finished speaking, he beckoned to the dark, a Xuanwu guard suddenly jumped from a tree, walked to Murong Zhe's side with a blank face, and put Murong Kuan on his back without any explanation.

Murong Zhe hurriedly thanked him.

His hands can't use force, the road here is not as smooth as the road up the stone cave, and it is going down the mountain again. A healthy person is indeed much safer than him on his back.

Back at the bamboo house, because it was noon, the workers had already gone home for dinner.

The house is too narrow, and the beds, tables and chairs have basically filled the small bamboo house.

Murong Lingran moved the tables and chairs to the open space outside the house, poured a glass of water for Helian Rongjiu and Wei Jingxuan each, and went to the kitchen to cook.

It was said to be a kitchen, but it was actually just a simple stove next to the bamboo house. From the outside, you could see what she was doing.