The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

Later, everyone really did not wait for Mo Mo there, but followed Zhao Wenting back to the present world, and the group went straight to the Zhao family's old house.

In the courtyard, Old Man Zhao was feeding the birds in the cage. The birds were jumping up and down, chirping and making clear sounds.

Standing around were the old man's two personal attendants, and a dozen Zhao family relatives stood one meter away. They were relatives who relied on the Zhao family and had their own business projects. Among them were young men and women who had received elite education. They followed the old man of the Zhao family every day, accompanied him to eat at the Zhao family's old house, painted and wrote calligraphy in the study, did morning exercises at the back mountain exercise field, and sat in on meetings at the headquarters of the Supernatural Bureau. In short, the daily task of this huge family was to please the old man Zhao, under the euphemism of solving problems.

And it was obvious that Zhao Wenting never fell for their tricks. The only person who could get close to him was his secretary Pei Ming, and now there was another one, Yan Mu.

"Second Young Master, you are back."

Not seeing the old man in the main hall, Zhao Wenting turned and walked towards the courtyard. After seeing a large crowd of people, he became more certain of his guess that the old man was there, and walked over faster.

"Second Young Master, you're back." Just like the servant he had run into before, one of Mr. Zhao's personal attendants, Pan Yong, walked up to Zhao Wenting and greeted him respectfully, but held out his hand to stop Zhao Wenting from moving forward, "Second Young Master, the master has asked you to wait in the study for a moment."

"Pan Yong! Don't forget who you are!"

Zhao Wenting's pupils suddenly turned cold.

"Second Young Master, I am only following orders. Please don't make things difficult for me." Pan Yong lowered his head, his voice still without any emotion.

"Get out of the way! I have something important to discuss with Grandpa in person." Zhao Wenting's chest heaved twice. He suppressed his inner anger, his voice cold and distant.

The conversation here also attracted the attention of the relatives. A young man glanced at Zhao Wenting, bent down and whispered something in the ear of the old man who had his back to this side, but the old man never turned around to look.

Zhao Wenting stood there and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that the old man didn't respond at all, he became a little anxious.

"boom--!"

Pan Yong was bounced away by the spiritual energy bursting out from Zhao Wenting and fell to the ground.

"Zhao... Zhao Wenting, what do you want to do? This is an old house!"

One of the relatives who had no ability to practice cultivation was so frightened that his legs were shaking, and he shouted anxiously.

"You...you still want to fight here? You really have no rules!"

"You also said that this is the Zhao family's old house, it's my home, what does it have to do with your Song family?" Zhao Wenting's voice was cold, and his footsteps gradually approached the man with silver-framed glasses.

The man stepped back in fear.

It was the first time that everyone saw the cold murderous intent in Zhao Wenting's eyes. Before, everyone knew Zhao Wenting as a cold and unsociable person, but he had never been as cruel as he was today.

"stop!"

finally--!

Mr. Zhao has spoken.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll stop here today. You all can leave. I'll chat with Wen Ting and his grandson."

**

"Grandpa, was Mo Mo's disappearance arranged by you?"

Even though all the relatives of Zhao Wenting's family had left, Yan Mu, Song Tianjiao and others still stood behind him like stone pillars, watching the grandfather and grandson talking leisurely while brewing tea at the stone table.

"Yes, she is a calamity in your life." The old man did not quibble and admitted it readily.

"Then where is she now?"

His throat was unusually hoarse.

[Unexpectedly, she was hurt because of herself in the end. ]

Zhao Wenting suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He thought he could protect her very well.

"Wenting, you are a smart kid. You also know why you have suffered so much since childhood. She is just a disaster in your life..."

"No! She is a very important person to me." Zhao Wenting's usually calm and indifferent eyes showed some panic. "Grandpa, please... don't hurt her."

The fear that the world was destroyed in an instant spread throughout his body.

There was always a faint smile on the old man's lips. He continued to make and drink tea as if nothing had happened. His every move was full of elegance and grace.

"Wenting, you are still too young. Do you still remember how your grandfather taught you and your brother when you were young?" The old man's voice was very soft, "Your brother lost the opportunity to compete for the right to inherit because of a woman."

The memories of several years ago were brought back to mind by the old man's words. The complex feelings surging in his heart like a tide made Zhao Wenting's back stiff and his lips gradually turned white.

"Grandpa, as long as you don't hurt her, I'm willing to agree to anything you ask for."

He always thought that as long as he grew up, he would be able to completely break free from the shackles of the Zhao family. He knew from a young age that the Zhao family was powerful and that the old man would do anything to achieve his goals, even if he was his grandson.

He was wrong. He thought Mo Mo was well protected by him, but he didn't know that his special care for her would eventually hurt her. At this moment, Zhao Wenting also remembered what Mo Mo wrote in her diary:

If loving each other will cause him to fall, then I would rather bury this love in my heart forever.

But he didn't do it, and he himself pushed her to the forefront.

He pursed his lips. The old man raised the teapot and refilled his cup with tea. At this moment, he felt a pain in his throat as if it was choked, and he couldn't drink a drop.

"Wenting, haven't Grandpa given you enough chances? Do you really think that I am old and blind?"

Zhao Wenting, who was sitting opposite him, trembled slightly with his fingertips holding the ceramic teacup.

The pain of my heart tightening spread throughout my body.

"Grandpa, I..."

[Why... did I only fully react at this moment?! ]

A bitter pain attacked him, and at this moment he felt disappointed for the first time in a long time at his lost sharpness.

"Pan Yong, take the Second Young Master downstairs," the old man knew that the grandfather and grandson had talked about everything that day, "You can stay in the old house for the time being. It just so happens that the mess that the Liang family army has caused needs someone who can take charge to deal with it."

After saying that, the old man's eagle-like sharp eyes shot towards Liang Chuxin who was not far away.

When Liang Chuxin heard the three words "Liang's Army", she was also confused reflexively, and she straightened her body.

Zhao Wenting was taken away on the spot under the pressure of Mr. Zhao, and the rest of the people walked out of the Zhao family's old house under the leadership of Yan Mu.

"I don't know what old man Zhao did to Mo Mo. What do you think? Should he save her or not?" Song Tianjiao turned her head to look at Yan Mu.

"The young master chose to stay, he must have other plans of his own. Let's go back first and wait for two days." Yan Mu said naturally, and it was obvious that he had just thought about this problem alone.

"By the way, Liang Chuxin, the 'Liang Family Army' that Mr. Zhao mentioned just now, isn't that the name of your family?" Ouyang Xiaoming asked, "Why don't you go home and check the situation first? It seems like something happened."

"Well, for now it seems that we can only go back to our own homes." Liang Chuxin suppressed her inner uneasiness and nodded in agreement.