Jing Xingjun, the Patriarch of Demon Dao

"Xue Yang?" Mu Chen nodded, "Where are your parents? How could you agree to come here with A Xian?"

The boy said without raising his head, "They are all dead. If he hadn't saved me, I would have been beaten to death by other beggars."

"..." Mu Chen secretly complained about his broken mouth, what should not be said.

After the two of them were speechless for a while, an awkward atmosphere filled the air. Mu Chen sat at the table, holding Sheng Yun's fan bone in his hand, and glanced at Xue Yang who bowed his head and swayed his legs from time to time.

Just when Mu Chen looked at Xue Yang again, Xue Yang was also looking at him. The two looked at each other sharply. Xue Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Muchen said, "Just now... I offended you."

Xue Yang said without expression: "You don't have to take it to heart, I don't care about it myself, I'm used to it."

"You can live very well by yourself, but I can't." Mu Chen thought that he couldn't do without his parents and brother.

Xue Yang was silent for a while, "What does it feel like to have a home?"

Muchen thought about it seriously and said, "It can make you feel warm and comfortable. No matter how big a mistake you make, you know that you have a family behind you."

"sounds good."

"Yes." Muchen leaned on the back of the chair, but I'm almost homeless.

At this time, the door opened abruptly in the quiet room, Wei Wuxian kicked the door, and put the clothes and shoes in his arms beside Xue Yang.

"Why are children's clothes so expensive now?" Wei WuXian touched his wallet which was one-third empty with heartache.

Mu Chen didn't want to talk to him, and said to Xue Yang, "Then you change your clothes first, we'll go out and wait for you."

Xue Yang nodded, and said hesitantly, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, it's easy." Wei Wuxian waved to Xue Yang, "Then you change it first." Pushing Mu Chen out of the room.

"What are you doing?" Mu Chen was inexplicably pushed out of the room by Wei Wuxian.

"Hey, I bought a good thing." Wei Wuxian took out a small box with patterns from his sleeve.

"What is this?" Mu Chen curiously took the box from Wei Wuxian and opened it, only to find that there was nothing inside except a bunch of red things. (rouge)

Wei Wuxian tried his best to hold back a smile, his face turned red: "I put it on my face, try it."

Muchen looked at him in surprise: "Is this rubbed on the face? So red?"

Wei Wuxian pouted and said, "You'll know if you try it."

Mu Chen carefully touched it with his finger, and wiped it on... his face under Wei Wuxian's expectant gaze.

Mu Chen took the opportunity to rub a few more times before he could react, Wei Wuxian's fair face was smeared here and there by Mu Chen, which looked very funny.

After Wei Wuxian came to his senses, he looked at Mu Chen aggrievedly, "Ah Chen, why did you wipe my face?"

Muchen said solemnly: "Good things must be given to good brothers first, right, Ah Xian."

Wei Wuxian had nothing to say, he could only swallow his anger and quickly put away the rouge, because he saw that Mu Chen seemed to be a little bit unsatisfied.

"Achen, Achen, do I look good now?" He heard from the shop owner that if he put it on, he would be more handsome than Jing Xingjun, the young patriarch of the Mu family who was widely known by Lianyang for his looks.

Although he is much more handsome than Ah Chen, who would think that he is too handsome?

"Okay...look..." Mu Chen didn't look at Wei Wuxian's face to say these two words that violated his conscience.

Wei Wuxian looked as expected: "I knew it, I'm handsome no matter what."

Mu Chen turned his back to Wei Wuxian and turned his eyes, what should I do if my friend is too narcissistic?urgent.

Seeing that Wei Wuxian was about to go out for a stroll, Mu Chen hurriedly stopped him: "Don't go out, I'm afraid you'll make them all stunned."

It’s enough to cause disasters at home, but also to harm others. What if it scares others? It’s not good to scare cats and dogs if it doesn’t scare people.

It took Mu Chen earnestly persuading him for a long time, coupled with his persuasion, finally dispelled Wei Wuxian's idea of ​​going out.

Mu Chen wiped away the non-existent sweat in his dull eyes, how could he feel like he was taking care of his son.

The two waited for a while and finally heard a voice from inside the room: "I've changed it, you come in."

"Okay." Mu Chen replied, he looked at Wei Wuxian's face and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "You go in and wash your face first."

Don't lose face in front of children, although Wei Wuxian doesn't care about face at all.

"Why, I still want to show Jiang Cheng!" Wei Wuxian said with a face of protest and dissatisfaction.

"Jiang Cheng is still in Gusu, do you want to keep doing this until he comes back?" Although Wei Wuxian didn't want to rub it off, he reluctantly listened to Mu Chen's words, "Okay."

As soon as the two entered the door, Mu Chen pushed Wei Wuxian to wash his face, while he walked towards the back room.

"..." Mu Chen stared at the young man with red lips and white teeth who looked like a crown jade in front of him, speechless for a moment.

"Is it ugly?" Xue Yang touched his face, he thought it was much better than before, could it be because of the different aesthetics?

"No, no, it's pretty." Mu Chen looked at Xue Yang with astonishing eyes, he didn't expect that any boy Wei Wuxian picked up at random would be prettier than him.

"What looks good or not?" Wei WuXian said while wiping his face with his arms.

Mu Chen looked at Wei Wuxian with great interest when he saw Xue Yang's expression on his face changed from dull to surprised, and then he wanted to touch his face to see if it was true.

After Xue Yang knocked off Wei Wuxian's hand, he said, "May I ask you one thing?"

Mu Chen and Wei Wuxian looked at each other, puzzled, "What's the matter?" Mu Chen asked.

"I want to practice." Muchen looked at Xue Yang in surprise, "Why?"

Xue Yang was silent for a while, then raised his left hand, the little finger was bare, "Revenge."

"!" Mu Chen exchanged glances with Wei Wuxian in a complicated mood. It seemed that Xue Yang had been hiding it from others.

"Okay, we can help you, but..." Mu Chen looked at Xue Yang in embarrassment.

"But what?" Xue Yang eagerly took a few steps closer to Muchen.

"But the speed of casual cultivation will be slower." Wei Wuxian continued Mu Chen's words.

Mu Chen looked at the somewhat disappointed Xue Yang, took a deep breath, and made a decision, "I can help you, would you like to come into our Mu's house?"

Wei Wuxian stared at Mu Chen with wide eyes, "In Mu Chen's house?"

Xue Yang looked into Mu Chen's eyes, seemingly in disbelief, "You are?"

Mu Chen said: "I am the second son of the current head of the Mu family, Mu Chen.

He hesitated and said, "Would you like to be my younger brother?"

Wei Wuxian almost choked to death with a mouthful of old blood, and stared at Mu Chen in disbelief, "Still be a younger brother? You just went out and Mu Zongzhu has an extra son? You do this and Mu Zongzhu knows?"

Mu Chen patted Wei Wuxian on the head with black lines all over his face, "Shut up."

Xue Yang's mind suddenly went blank, and his heart was pounding: "You are Mu Chen? Jing Xing Jun, Mu Chen?"

When he was in Kuizhou before, he had heard of this Lord Jing Xing many times. It was rumored that this Lord Jing Xing had outstanding talent, and he had almost reached the bigu stage at a young age.

"I am willing!" Xue Yang never expected that Mu Chen would say this. The Mu family was an existence he could only look up to before. Not to mention the third son, he would be willing even to be a small disciple!

"Wait, is that really the decision?" Wei Wuxian was a little flustered, why is the development of this matter so strange?

"It's decided. I'll take you to the Mu family's ancestral hall later." Mu Chen patted Xue Yang's head, but Xue Yang didn't hide this time.

Mu Chen smiled at him. There were three reasons why he made Xue Yang his younger brother. One was that he admired Xue Yang for being so strong as a child. If you can't come back, you can still have a relative.