Uncle, you are not good

Putting on the ghost mask, he shot dark and sharp eyes at Xuanyuan Murphy, and the man's deep and hoarse voice came, "Are you scared?"

Xuanyuan Murphy's expression turned ugly.

The man paused and continued, "Actually, this is my real face... For some reason, I personally ruined my appearance." His tone was flat and indifferent, as if he was talking about something unrelated.

"I just observed Mo Ye. He has a kind face, is pious and kind, and is a rare talent. Although he is devoted to you and willing to be a pawn, his scheming is above ordinary people. How to make good use of it is up to you. The so-called emperor's art is the most important thing to check and balance, and the art of checking and balancing is more important to employ people. Xuanyuan Moye uses it well, which means you win the biggest bargaining chip of the Xuanyuan family, but once you make a mistake, you probably can't get rid of him related."

Bowing his head and listening respectfully, Xuanyuan Mo Fei repeatedly said yes, that Mo Ye treated him with sincere eyes, and was full of hospitality in everything he was in. Now that people mature early, they have been familiar with love affairs for a long time, let alone him.He was just playing tricks, and it would not be too late to deal with this person when he became the head of the family in the future. He didn't think that a person was so great that he lost his heart just by seeing him.

Xuanyuan Murphy didn't know that, with Mo Ye's strategy, he dealt with the weak forces that had no external power to support Murphy's new family, and made a trivial matter that only smashed his body and bones.

Xuanyuan Murphy didn't think so.

The man shook his head invisibly, and sighed, "Mo Yeshi is Xiao He, the prime minister of Liu Bang, the emperor of the Han Dynasty. You are protected by him and supported by his people. If you don't check and balance well, you will have success or failure."

Xuanyuan Murphy slapped suddenly, his palms were cold, and he couldn't help regretting, "What you said is that Xiao He is the one who succeeds, and Xiao He is the one who loses?"

Master Mu didn't say a word, it was his tacit consent.

Xuanyuan Murphy only now realizes how tricky things are. The people on both sides of the Millennium Party and the Qingshui Party are enough for him to worry about. Now his own princelings have created a hidden danger of Mo Ye. It is impossible to get rid of it. It's a cancerous tumor, and if he fights back, he really doesn't know what to do.

"Sir, what preparations should we make now? When will we deal with Mo Yang of the Thousand Years Party?" Thinking of that man's ruthlessness and cunning, Murphy felt numb. , he had no chance to make a move at all.

If you don't kill him, then he will be the one who dies.

In just five days, hundreds of all-pervasive assassinations were found one after another. If it weren't for Mu Ye and Mo Ye's secret protection, he might not even be able to find the bones.

Mo Yang must die!

I think you are here, the innocent face reveals an evil and dark black air, the dead air wraps around the delicate face, and the coldness twists.

"Wait patiently, the time is not yet ripe, first let the Chitose Party and the Qingshui Party fight to the death, and your side is attacking. If the two sides do not move, or connect secretly, you will send Mo Ye to stir up trouble and make some troubles. These, he is very happy Good at it. As for Mo Yang...he can't move, at least for now...you just calm down now, watch the show patiently, and take the opportunity to fuel both parties."

"...You, sir, why..."

Xuanyuan Murphy just said it out, so as not to keep feeling uncomfortable in his heart, "Why do you want to help me, sir?"

With his intelligence and martial arts, he can stand firm everywhere and be a god offering, but he has nothing, his hands are empty, and it is impossible to have no doubts.

"I don't have anything, I'm really at a loss with you" He told the truth.

Master Mu was in a daze for a moment, and the eyes on the ghost mask retreated for a moment, then suddenly brightened.

Xuanyuan Murphy suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill down his spine, Master Mu's sharp and dark eyes pierced his soul, and he dared not move for a long time.

What a big murderous!

Xuanyuan Murphy held his breath, trying not to be too scared, but Douda's cold sweat dripped on the table, witnessing its existence.

"Sir, I have something to say. Murphy is too young, and he is so outspoken that he doubts Mr. He really deserves death. I hope Mr. Sir will not count the faults of villains. Murphy is really reckless, Mr...."

When Master Mu got up, the room was suddenly chilled, and the grand teacher's chair under him exploded.

The atmosphere was awkward, and Xuanyuan Murphy didn't dare to move.

Time passed slowly.

Master Mu looked at him for a long time, his eyes were angry and unwilling.

Sighing helplessly, with infinite nostalgia and obsession, Na Na said, "Because...you are his child, his..."

"I know!" he shrieked, with hatred and hatred, as if the word had a sworn vendetta against him.

"I'm talking about him...I did it, you...not his child...it's really his...his, his..." Master Mu kept repeating, emphasizing his tone, His eyes were deep and flickering with a bewitching look, excited, joyful, and proud, "You are his child... it is really his, and it is also me..."

"Shut up! Who is my father? It can't be him! Who wants him to be a child! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him..."