The host of Kuaichuan, his style of painting is wrong

Chapter 167
The power of the Haicheng City Lord's Mansion is comparable to that of the aristocratic family. Maybe one day the people living in this City Lord's Mansion will not be from his Cen Mansion.

Cen Yue got involved in it, and it was so windy, how could he be a good stubble.

Cen Mu didn't like to attend it, and his second brother helped him block it many times.

Among the three brothers, Cen Yu has been the young master since he was a child, and his supporters are all old people in the city.Cen Yue and Cen Mu are the forces that he secretly promoted. Cen Mu, who seems to be the most indisputable, actually stretches his hand the farthest.

Although in fact, Cen Mu does not want to compete for that position at present.He did those, on the one hand the high priest asked, on the other hand he also had his own selfish motives.

At least for now, he doesn't have much thought about rights.

"I don't force things about Yunyan." The city lord didn't bother to talk to Cen Mu any more. Relying on women to stabilize power is a shortcut, but he didn't force it. The main reason for letting Cen Mu go to Yuncheng this time is to remind he.

Just because the wings are stiff doesn't mean he can really fly.

Once again addicted to the chess game, the city lord said lightly: "Go to see your mother, go back by yourself."

"Yes." Cen Mu said goodbye, finally letting go of his suppressed heart.

Looking down from the window, the blue figure was still not far away.He smiled and felt much better.

"A Li." After changing the stove in the tower, Cen Mu's palms became warm again.He rushed over and stretched out his hand, "Go home."

Cang Li's eyes were always as cold as snow, and he didn't reach out for Cen Mu to hold, "Third Young Master, let's go."

"A Li, when you came here, you clearly said..."

Clearly said, good.

"Third Young Master, when we came here, the first snow had just stopped, and we were blinded by the snowflakes. Now, with a lot of cold wind blowing, I'm completely awake." Bao Liang's eyes and voice also made Cen Mu sober. Hear Cang Li continue to say, "Third Young Master, I'm a shark slave, and I can't bear your hypocritical warmth."

"Presumptuous!" Cen Mu yelled at him.

When did Cen Mu treat him as a slave? !

Hypocrisy?

Even if Cang Li didn't remember him, he, Cen Mu, never treated him with hypocrisy.

The corner of Cang Li's mouth twitched into a sneering smile, as if he was going to say again - look, you are not hypocritical, and this is turning into anger from embarrassment, how long can you last if you are good?
"That's all..." Cen Mu withdrew his hand, the warmth in the cloak wrapped around his arm instantly, but his heart was half cold, "Let's go."

When they were about to leave, the guards guarding the tower suddenly came to stop them.

"Third Young Master! Wait a minute, is this your shark slave?"

Cen Mu frowned, he didn't like others calling Cang Li a shark slave, "What's wrong?"

The third son has a gentle temper, but he is very arrogant. Several guards, Vino, said: "Just now the sea allied forces appeared in the tower and saved a few slaves, but we hit him in the shoulder blade. I wonder if we can check it out. ..."

"My people have been here all the time, you are not doing enough to guard, you are not chasing, and you are still wasting your time here?" Cen Mu vented all his anger on the guards, "Get lost!"

"Yes, for disturbing the third son, the mountain road is not easy to walk, you should go back to the house earlier." Several people felt in their hearts that it was better for the second son to speak, and they dared not say anything more, keeping Cen Mu far away.

This son is the most favored, if he says something in the ears of the city lord and the high priest, their lives will be lost.

It's not worth it for a few shark slaves.

At worst, let’s say that those few who escaped and contracted a serious disease have already been buried.

(End of this chapter)