Xi Murong's eyes narrowed slightly, with an incomprehensible look on his face, and he said, "Young Master should go back and talk to the Lord about this matter."
He was rejected ruthlessly.
Xiao Zhengtai lowered his head, without any trace of his previous pride and arrogance.
Now he was so pitiful.
"Xi Murong, the young master is still young.
You can practice it after practicing."
Yan Xiaomo felt heartbroken when she saw the sluggish look on the young lady's face, and her whole body was filled with the brilliance of motherly love.
When Xiao Zhengtai saw someone standing up to speak to him, his sluggish little face cheered up again, and he looked up at the young lady in front of him with admiration.
Yan Xiaomo rubbed Xiao Zhengtai's head.
Xi Murong said in a faint tone: "Just in time, the Lord also wants to see you."
Yan Xiaomo's steps were unsteady and she almost didn't fall.
He turned around and said to the young shota with a smile on his face: "Young master, go ahead.
Children should practice kung fu more so that they will be in good health and will not be bullied by others."
"Little sister, that's not what you just said."
Xiao Zhengtai said with a resentful look.
Little sister is too unjust.
She was protecting herself a second ago and was on the same front as herself, but now she is The corner of Xi Murong's mouth twitched slightly.
The old and the young had started fighting among themselves so quickly.
"Come with me, all of you."
Xi Murong said coldly, and then walked away.
Yan Xiaomo and Xiao Zhengtai looked at each other and saw sympathy for each other in each other's eyes.
"Young master, is your daddy fierce?"
Yan Xiaomo asked the young lady beside him in a low voice.
As the saying goes, only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one be able to fight without danger.
Xiao Zhengtai nodded pitifully.
Of course his father was cruel.
If he didn't complete the tasks assigned by his father, he would be punished.
He would also be grounded by his father and couldn't go out to play.
Thinking about the day before yesterday, he failed to practice the swordsmanship given to him by his father.
That night, his father did not allow him to eat at the table, which made him so hungry that he could not sleep at night.
Fortunately, Uncle Xi brought something for him to eat later, otherwise he would have been unable to sleep all night.
Yan Xiaomo felt that the child would definitely not lie to others.
Even his own son felt cruel, so he must be even more cruel to outsiders.
The corners of Xi Murong's lips raised a slight arc.
If you didn't look carefully, you would never see that slight arc.
The young lady was taken away, and only Xi Murong accompanied her the rest of the way.
Arriving at the entrance of Sanyang Hall, Yan Xiaomo suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
Xi Murong stopped knowingly and stared at Yan Xiaomo expressionlessly.
Yan Xiaomo lowered his head and kicked the pebbles on the ground with his toes.
The pebbles hit the steps and then bounced back.
"Can I?"
Yan Xiaomo was immediately interrupted by Xi Murong before she could finish her words.
Xi Murong seemed to know what she was going to say, and said directly: "No."
Yan Xiaomo looked sad.
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Xi Murong had already turned around and walked in, not worried at all that Yan Xiaomo wouldn't go in.
The hall was relatively dark, and the air was filled with coldness.
As soon as he entered the hall, Yan Xiaomo was hit by a chill that caused goosebumps all over his body.
In the hall, a white figure was seen sitting on the floor, with a cold aura all over his body, and his silver-white hair looked particularly eye-catching.
"Sir, we've brought them here."
Xi Murong's voice sounded with respect.
The man in white pushed the scroll aside and said loudly, "Come in."
At Xi Murong's signal, Yan Xiaomo walked in slowly. oshow7: