Chapter 296 "Please tell me, please?"
Chapter 296 "Please tell me, please?"
Murong Hongyuan didn't believe Chu Yaoyao's words.
"You? A little girl like you dare to call yourself the master of the Misty Moon Pavilion?"
Gu Nianzhi, who was standing behind Chu Yaoyao, turned his mouth downwards, and there was a faint black mist surging in the shadow under his feet.
He felt that there was no need to keep this person and just take him away.
Chu Yaoyao didn't bother to pay attention to Murong Hongyuan's suspicion. There was no need to prove who she was to others.
So what if it’s proven? She doesn't do business with him.
He wanted to do business, but Chu Yaoyao still felt that he was not worthy.
"If you don't believe it, just don't believe it. It's a very good uncle. Keep maintaining your confidence."
Murong Hongyuan, who was "accidentally" pushed to the ground by Gu Nian'an and unable to move, silently clenched and released his fists.
There is nothing he can do now, not conflict with the guy in front of him.
Although the one who felt even more terrifying was the man whose face was now as dark as a dark cloud, Murong Hongyuan's instinct told him that the most dangerous person should be the little girl Fianzi who was squatting in front of him and looking at him with a smile.
Did he mess with her?
Murong Hongyuan quickly searched through his memories, but he really couldn't remember when he had harmed such a powerful character.
Could it be that she accidentally injured her family members?
But this little girl's appearance in the movie was top-notch. Even Murong Hongyuan, who had seen many beauties, had to admit that the person in front of him looked outstanding.
That would be even more strange. If he had met such a person, he would definitely use his power to capture her.
Even if he had harmed her family, his appearance would still be the same as when he was a child, so he would still have a place in his memory.
"I have never done anything to disgrace you! I have never even seen you, why do you want to harm me?"
Chu Yaoyao said "Hey!" and put on a heartbroken expression: "Why? You ask me why?! Murong Hongyuan! Do you really not remember?!"
Chu Yaoyao's accusation was so convincing that even Gu Nianzhi began to think about whether the junior sister had really suffered any loss outside before.
There is such a thing! This is really a dereliction of duty on the part of these senior brothers!
Murong Hongyuan was startled by Chu Yaoyao's tone and shut up to recall.
Did he really do something that ruined this little girl's family? !
Gee, how could this little girl be missed in the film? He obviously asked his subordinates to clean up the scene every time and leave no one alive.
"You really don't remember, so what does my years of hatred and pain mean to you?!"
Chu Yaoyao acted so hard that even the steamed bun flew to her shoulder worriedly and gently rubbed Chu Yaoyao's cheek with his plush head to express comfort.
Murong Hongyuan knew in his heart that he had hit a brick wall today. Now that he was in someone else's hands and he was still a ghost, he was really admitting his defeat.
But he always needs to know what he did to lead to where he is now, otherwise he will never rest in peace.
"Tell me, I owe you a few lives."
Chu Yaoyao retracted her sad expression for a second and tilted her head in confusion: "Human life? What human life?"
Murong Hongyuan:......
This person is just going to pretend to be stupid and refuse to admit it, right?
Okay, okay, it was Murong Hongyuan who made a mistake. He didn't expect such a little girl to be so scheming.
"Okay, okay, after all, I am the king who is missing a move."
"Junior sister, what did this guy do to you?"
After finishing her acting and being very satisfied with her performance, Chu Yaoyao realized that she seemed to have performed too well, and her second senior brother had obviously believed something.
"Huh? He didn't do anything to me."
The last time we met was when she was working as a fake maid next to Qin Wan'er.
Murong Hongyuan:? ? ?
"I understand, you must have escaped the disaster because you were sent away. No wonder, no wonder, I said how could you miss one."
Chu Yaoyao:? ? ?
"Why did you miss one?"
Murong Hongyuan closed his eyes resignedly.
"Oh, you said you have any grudge against me. It's a long story."
Murong Hongyuan opened his eyes.
He wanted to hear what it was about.
"It's a long story, but I'm a little thirsty, so I'm going to keep it short."
Chu Yaoyao said bitterly: "The last piece of peach blossom cake in the Xiaoyaomen cafeteria was snatched away by Murong Zhao! Let's forget it. I'll be late and I'll accept my fate. But! Murong Zhao threw away the cake! I threw it away without eating a bite!”
Murong Hongyuan:? ? ?
Gu Nianzhi:......
Gu Nian'an was shocked: "Oh my god, he wasted food! Damn it!"
Chu Yaoyao nodded frantically: "I had no choice but to go down the mountain to buy some, but the pastry shop didn't even have any crumbs left because I arrived late. I was really pissed off."
Gu Nian'an: "Oh my god! My poor dear, won't there be no pastries to eat?"
Chu Yaoyao: "Yes, I'm so angry."
Murong Hongyuan:......
"So, what does the pastry murder case you mentioned have to do with this king?"
Chu Yaoyao reached out and grabbed the steamed bun, which was also feeling speechless, and rubbed it in her hands: "What do you mean it has nothing to do with you? Wasn't Murong Zhao born to you? Since he was born to you, isn't it normal for a son to repay his debt to his father?"
Gu Nianzhi fell silent.
Gu Nianzhi chose to turn around and go out, while telling his sister to look at Murong Hongyuan.
Chu Yaoyao turned around and called to her second senior brother who was leaving without any regrets: "Second senior brother, where are you going?"
Gu Nianzhi, who was holding the door frame, turned around with a smile: "I'll buy you some cakes, you greedy girl."
"Brother, I want to eat too."
Gu Nian'an, who couldn't eat at all, didn't mind seeing the excitement and raised his hand to signal.
Gu Nianzhi sighed: "We have both, don't worry, two greedy girls."
Chu Yaoyao: Cough cough cough.
"But Second Senior Brother, do you have money?"
The pace of Gu Nianzhi's feet became faster.
Chu Yaoyao: The second senior brother walked so fast, as if there was a third senior brother behind him chasing him.
"Murong Zhao is not my king's son. Why should I pay the debt he owes?"
Gu Nian'an: "Hey."
Chu Yaoyao: "Hey."
She had never seen such a shameless person.
"You just said that Murong Zhao is definitely your child, and that we tampered with him."
"Can a Buddhist lie to others?"
Chu Yaoyao:......
She only knew that Murong Zhao and his father were both cunning and cunning, but she made a new discovery when she saw Murong Hongyuan today.
Chu Yaoyao sincerely praised: "Brother, your bottom line is quite flexible."
Just now I swore to death that it was their fault at Longyue Pavilion.
"I didn't offend you at all, why should I be blamed?"
Chu Yaoyao:?
She felt she needed a vacation.
Talking to the Murong family had caused irreversible mental damage to her, and she needed to calm down.
"I changed my mind."
Murong Hongyuan was delighted.
"You and Murong Zhao are absolutely father and son."
"I have already said that it is not——"
"The same head grows on the butt, and the words he says are as ridiculous as pasta that tastes like 502 glue mixed with it."
Gu Nian'an interrupted curiously: "My dear, what is that? Is it delicious?"
"It's quite delicious. You can probably take a job under Second Senior Brother after one bite."
"That Buddhist disciple is still here, right? It's not like you in the world of immortals can't interfere in matters in the human world, so aren't you afraid that I will ask that Buddhist disciple to report you?"
Chu Yaoyao almost laughed.
"Report on me? With whom? With the Buddha of Wanhua Temple or with Tianji Pavilion?"
"Hey, why don't you just go to Xiaoyaomen and report me too."
Chu Yaoyao read: "I'm so scared."
"you!"
"By the way, doesn't it look familiar to you?"
Murong Hongyuan stared blankly at Chu Yaoyao, who had a malicious expression on his face.
"look familiar?"
"Who wants him to look familiar?"
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