Chapter 9

"I've seen Mistress." A voice came suddenly, and then the following words were not so pleasant, "Mistress is really working hard. Han Yan, you are too self-willed, you always make Mistress worry. You look like that. , tsk tsk, that's really what... I chose these two, what did you choose? Did you help you carry things when you were chosen? Look at these arms and legs, you buy important things, I'm afraid you still carry them Don't move." The sarcasm in his voice could not be concealed.

Mu Hanyan lightly glanced at the young man who came over.

Mu Cheng!

This Mu Cheng is the son of a branch family, and at seventeen this year, his strength is higher than that of Mu Hanyan, and he is already a third-rank swordsman. From the outside, he is also a graceful young man, but his eyes are always rolling, giving people a sense of frivolity. With his brother Mu Feng and him at the head, they were extremely disliked by the scoundrel Mu Hanyan. Usually, I don't talk about running on words, and when I have a chance, I will set up a trap or fall into the trap.

Mu Hanyan squinted slightly, Mu Cheng, this little bastard, hadn't even gone to him to settle the account, so he jumped out on his own. This time Miss Zhao Si calculated her affairs, but this person was involved.

"Mu Cheng." Mu Hanyan said with a sullen face, even her first and last name. At this moment, it actually gave people a feeling of oppression. It's just that this feeling disappeared instantly, making Mu Cheng think it was his own illusion.

"What?" Mu Cheng's mouth twitched and he sneered.

"What bodyguard I choose is better than yours." Mu Hanyan also sneered.

Hearing Mu Hanyan's words, Mu Cheng's laughter grew louder, and it was also because of Yue Fanling's presence that he didn't laugh loudly and unscrupulously.

"What? You said that the weak chicken guard you chose is stronger than mine? Han Yan, when did you learn to joke? This joke is quite funny." Mu Cheng had always been so rude to Mu Hanyan, But there are still degrees. Such innuendo cynicism is common.

"Let's discuss." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and looked at Mu Cheng calmly, "How about it? Let your guard and my guard compare."

Mu Cheng was still laughing, as if he felt that Mu Hanyan was telling the funniest joke in the world.

"Mother, how about letting them discuss and have a good luck? How about the five hundred-year-old ice heart grass and the green bamboo vine in the warehouse?" Mu Hanyan turned to look at Yue Fanling and said with a smile. . Yue Fanling never stopped their conversation, because she wanted to let Mu Hanyan know that the guards she chose were really not good, or let herself choose two more good ones for her. In the end, she was stunned when she heard Mu Hanyan's words.

"Mother, are you alright?" Mu Hanyan looked at Yue Fanling steadily, although she was asking literally, her tone was so firm.

"Hmph! I can't ask for it. Han Yan, don't regret it later and cry with your mistress." Mu Cheng originally thought that Mu Hanyan was joking, but he didn't expect Mu Hanyan to be serious. And she actually asked the mistress to use the five hundred-year-old ice heart grass as a bet. What a joke, his father found someone to concoct alchemy to improve his strength, this ice heart grass is very important. He just wanted to find an opportunity to get this ice heart grass. Since Mu Hanyan presented this opportunity to him, how could he not grasp it? Mu Hanyan is really a real idiot. When drowsiness came, he brought the pillow, haha!