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After Lu Chu selected his target, he immediately grabbed Mu Zhengyan. Looking at the person in front of him, Lu Chu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

"Who are you? What are you going to do to the Mu clan?" Mu Zhengyan looked at Lu Chu with fear. This young man in front of him could actually capture him inside the Mu clan without anyone noticing, and he could feel the powerful aura emanating from him.

"I won't say anything!"

Lu Chu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and directly threw him into his latest fully automatic beating formation. The violent physical attack made Mu Zhengyan roll on the ground in pain.

Why would someone capture me just to beat him up?

Mu Zhengyan recalled all his enemies and did not realize that he had ever offended the young man in front of him in the past.

"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to remember to come here every three hours for the next seven days." Lu Chu said coldly, then turned and left, leaving Mu Zhengyan with a confused look on his face.

Suddenly, he was retaliated against, and he didn't know the reason. The most important thing was that he couldn't win. Mu Momo added dozens of layers of protection to his body. He was in a depressed mood, and the thought of planning for the position of clan leader was no longer attractive.

If Lu Chu knew that Mu Zhengyan almost gave up his ambition to seize power because of his beating, this would have added fuel to the fire.

Now he was holding his little notebook and worrying about who to play with next? Or he could just draw lots, and whoever got the lot would be the winner.

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Feng Lai, who was watching his brothers fighting, suddenly felt guilty. As a magical weapon connected to the fortune of the Mu clan, he could sense the situation of the Mu clan members. Mu Zhengyan was the descendant of his eldest brother after all, and he had held him in his arms when he was a child.

It didn't seem right to just leave it alone, so he decided to pass the blame to his eldest brother.

"Brother, stop fighting, your house is about to be robbed!"

Mu Junyue's hands trembled when he heard this, and he was almost killed by Lao Jiu on the opposite side. He hurriedly stopped, "Wait, Lao Jiu, did you hear what Feng said?"

Lao Jiu didn't want to stop. After being beaten for so long, he finally saw the boss's weakness. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He just wanted to punch that boss in the face, so he followed his heart and attacked with all his strength.

His fist hit the opponent's face, and that was the feeling, so cool!

After one strike, he retreated hundreds of miles away and could not be hit!

Mu Junyue touched his aching face with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Good old nine, you have been wanting to overthrow Tian Gang for a long time! If I had known earlier, I should not have given him the authority to awaken.

Seeing that the war was about to start again, Xiao Fenglai slowly flew in front of Mu Junyue, stopped the brothers from killing each other, and kindly reminded him: "Brother, do you want to go and see what Feng Ming is doing now?"

What does his home being robbed have to do with Feng Ming? No, how could his home be robbed in less than a day?

At this moment, Mu Xilin suddenly let out a sharp explosion, "Boss, Old Eleven is gone! Not even a trace of his soul remains!"

The news was more explosive than the last. Although he didn't think much of Old Eleven, he was at least in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. He was killed silently like that. Mu Junyue wanted to go back and continue sleeping!

Where did that bastard Lao Er go?

"Did Eleven send back any message?"

Mu Xilin shook his head. "Nothing. The soul lamp of Old Eleven went out very suddenly. The elders who were guarding it were unable to react. They confirmed it several times before they dared to report it to me."

"I, I know who did it!" Feng Lai raised his little hand.

"Feng Ming?" Seeing Feng Lai so excited, Mu Junyue uttered the name with difficulty. When combined with Feng Lai's previous two sentences, the truth became clear.

What an ancestor.

Xiao Fenglai clapped his hands like a seal, "Brother actually guessed it right, how amazing!"

After getting a positive answer, Mu Junyue wanted to go back to sleep even more. He rubbed Feng Lai's face irritably and said, "Old Nine, stop fighting. Let's go see what's going on with Eleven."

Mu Xilin was naturally eager to end this fight caused by his bad mouth, and nodded vigorously. However, his brain was slow and he had not yet figured out the cause and effect. He asked doubtfully: "Go find Feng Ming?"

"Yes." Mu Junyue nodded, and then he took Mu Xilin and followed Feng Lai's instructions and rushed towards Lu Chu's direction.

When the three found Lu Chu, most of his name had been crossed out, and the rest were just some small fry.

Now he was leaning on a swing chair, swinging leisurely like a boneless person, and accepting food from Xiaoyi from time to time.

Feng Lai cheered and rushed over, hanging on his clothes, saying excitedly, "Feng Ming! I'm back!"

Lu Chu put him on the swing chair and asked, "Did Mu Junyue bully you?"

The little spirit looked up at Lu Chu aggrievedly, revealing his smooth forehead, and began to complain: "Big brother scolded me for a long time and flicked my head."

"How about letting you bounce back?" Lu Chu asked casually, stuffing Feng Lai with a piece of freshly made candied fruit.

Feng Lai nodded vigorously while holding the candied fruit, not caring at all about his brother who was being cheated by him.

Mu Junyue walked up to Lu Chu with a serious face, "Feng Ming, did you kill Old Eleven?"

Lu Chu glanced at him and said lazily: "Who is Old Eleven? I don't know him."

Mu Junyue was helpless, he raised his hand and conjured up the appearance of Mu Xiwen in mid-air.

Lu Chu patted the non-existent dust off his body and said casually, "It was him! I didn't kill him, I just sent him to where he should go."

Xiao Yi timely projected Mu Xiwen's past onto the screen in the air. Mu Xilin looked at the bloody scenes and couldn't help cursing, "I didn't expect that Old Eleven, who looks like a decent person, is actually such a despicable beast behind the scenes!"

Mu Junyue was silent for a moment. He didn't expect that he had made a mistake. The ancestor-level person he personally promoted turned out to be such a cruel person. There were even many outstanding younger generations of the Mu clan among them.

"Why do you want to interfere in this matter?" Mu Junyue was puzzled. "Feng Ming" didn't look like the kind of person who would meddle in other people's affairs.

Lu Chu stretched and said, "I just don't like him. It's a waste of air for such a scum to live."

"That's right, Feng Ming did the right thing!" Feng Lai transformed into Lu Chu's loyal praise machine, "Brother, don't you think I'm right?"

"Yes." The little spirit was standing on the moral high ground, and Mu Junyue could only nod his head, "However, Feng Ming, you still have to tell us if you do something like this in the future."

"It may be too late for you to say this. I have almost finished what I needed to do." Lu Chu said in a light tone.

So what else did you do in the Mu clan?