Chapter 389 The Fault of Calling Mom

Mu Zi was really relieved that Du Hao took away the witch's little granddaughter.

When Du Hao was about to leave, she wanted to see him off, but Murong Cheng refused and sent Du Hao out by himself.

Mu Zi thought, Du Hao was originally Murong Cheng's guest, and it was reasonable to ask him to give it to him. If he insisted on giving it to him, maybe Du Hao would be embarrassed instead, so he didn't insist anymore.

Murong Cheng and Du Hao walked all the way, and when they saw no one around, they asked him: "Where did this ghost come from? Is there any hidden danger?"

He frowned slightly, his eyes were cold, and he showed no mercy to the ghost that frightened his beloved.

"If there is a problem, just deal with it." Murong Cheng said lightly.

Du Hao said: "It's not a big problem. It was attracted by the three-eyed crow, and ghosts and spirits tend to attract each other. In my opinion, this soul should be raised by someone. It has been raised for at least ten years. It's getting better. I'm afraid it's against benevolence and justice to deal with it directly, so just return it."

Murong Cheng frowned deeply when he heard the words, "After more than ten years of raising him, does he look like this?"

Du Hao knew that Murong Cheng had misunderstood, so he quickly explained with a smile: "There are thousands of ways to raise a soul, but it's the difference between rich and poor. Don't worry, Mr. Rong, there is a three-eyed crow. Miss Mu's side... at most three or five It can be cultivated in a year."

"Three to five years..." Murong Cheng chewed these words slowly, not knowing whether he thought they were too short or too long.

...

After sending Du Hao away, Murong Cheng returned to Xiaoyanglou.

Mu Zi was helping Bai Wei peel peanuts in the dining room. Seeing Murong Cheng come in, she immediately moved over with a bowl, "Mr. Du left?"

"Yeah." Murong Cheng looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Why, there are still ghosts who need to be caught by him?"

"What are you talking about catching ghosts? It's so ugly. I asked him to help send it home..." Mu Zi muttered unhappily, and couldn't help asking him, "What does Mr. Du do? I don't think he is Like a mage, but like a businessman, knowing so much, it's amazing."

"Well, his eyes are good, and he can see quite accurately." Murong Cheng nodded slightly, and reached out to grab a few peanuts from Mu Zi's bowl, "He is really not a serious mage, he is the boss of the mage."

"It's really amazing, it's amazing..." It was the first time for Mu Zi to see this kind of metaphysician, and he was amazed and full of admiration.

Murong Cheng was chewing peanuts, chewing and chewing, chewing out a sour taste, he frowned, flicked his index finger, and the peanuts in his hand hit Mu Zi's forehead——

Boom.

"Ah...it hurts!" Mu Zi covered her forehead.

"It's okay if it hurts." Murong Cheng taught her, "My brother has helped you so many times, but I didn't see you complimenting me, and I kept talking about how awesome and heartless you are when you invited a mage to come over."

Furious, Mu Zi rubbed her forehead and went to the kitchen angrily.

But after a while, Mu Zi complained from the kitchen——

"Mom! Brother hit me again!"

"...Ah? What's going on? Why is everything red here!"

Bai Wei came out in a hurry, let Muzi go upstairs first, then turned her head to do ideological work with her son: "How many times have I told you not to provoke your sister, she is still so young, why do you always bully her?! Your forehead is red Is that a place where you can hit her? She studies hard every day, and she has to go to college in the future. How can you hit her on the head!..."

The mother's chanting is soft and abrasive, like a stone mill grinding little by little, and it will always be those few monotonous notes after countless turns. The final summary is nothing more than three points: first, boys should give way to girls; The younger one should give way to the younger one; the third, the older brother should give way to the younger sister.

Murong Cheng absentmindedly listened to Sui Sui Nian, chewing peanuts in his mouth, thinking: This is a problem of calling my mother every now and then, and it needs to be cured...