"Miss, if it were so easy to borrow a corpse to resurrect a soul, I would have changed myself into a handsome young skin."

After Huang Lao Ghost finished speaking, he stared at Mu Zi with a smile, as if he was looking at his greatest achievement, and his mouth kept snorting.

"Luck...... This kind of thing requires luck too much......" Huang Lao Ghost sighed.

Mu Zi was in a complicated mood.

Originally, she was full of questions, but now looking at Old Ghost Huang, she didn't want to ask anything.

It's really ...... I feel that even if I ask, the other party may not know the answer, and maybe I will talk nonsense to fool her.

……

It was almost noon, and Murong Cheng returned.

Old Ghost Huang should have been very jealous of him, so he hid in his house and didn't show up, but Murong Cheng was in a good mood and didn't trouble him.

Mu Zi asked Murong Cheng what was going on on the news.

Murong Cheng smiled: "You ask the anonymous? That's Huo Jun, this kind of news, so many pairs of eyes watching, Huo Zheng has to weigh it if he wants to find Huo Jun. ”

"You gave him the idea, right?" Mu Zidao.

Murong Cheng smiled and cupped her face: "You love me so much, you think about me in everything." ”

Mu Zi blushed and slapped his hand away.

Jokes are jokes, she knows that Murong Cheng is fighting with Huo Zheng.

In fact, I was a little unhappy in my heart.

All along, what she has most minded is that Murong Cheng is involved in these whirlpools of fighting, killing, and fighting for power and profit.

Her steward thought she had a little white face.

Mu Zi really hopes that she has taken care of the little white face, at least she doesn't have to worry about the little white face, she only needs to care about eating, drinking and having fun every day, and live a plain and comfortable life.

But thinking of the grievances between Murong Cheng and Huo Zheng, Mu Zi felt that maybe she should remain silent, she had no right to interfere in the rights and wrongs of this.

In the following week, the head of the Huo family suffered three assassinations. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is the hands of people within the family.

Even if Huo Zheng doesn't die, the general trend is gone.

Murong Cheng still stays at home every day with nothing to do, walking snakes and teasing birds, and lives like a gentleman.

But Mu Zi knew that he was deliberately reassuring her. Because every night she woke up in the middle of the night, and her surroundings were empty, but when she opened her eyes in the morning, she found herself in his arms.

Mu Zi pretended not to know.

In a blink of an eye, in August, Mu Zening's wedding date arrived.

It is said that he and the woman have already received their certificates, and now they are holding a banquet at home, which is counted as a celebration.

Mu Zi received an invitation from Mu Yun.

Actually, she didn't want to go, but considering the influence of public opinion, she finally decided to go to the banquet.

Now that she is the president's daughter, if she doesn't go, she may be considered ungrateful, as if she has climbed up to the president's own father, and abandoned her former relatives.

People are terrible, and Mu Zi thinks that he can't be open-minded.

The day of the wedding banquet was overcast, the scorching sun was obscured by the accumulated clouds, the air was hot and humid, there was a tendency for a torrential rain, and it was so dull that there was no wind at all, which made people feel depressed to breathe.

The music in the banquet hall was melodious and undulating, the guests were staggered, and Mu Yun entertained the guests with great style, but the groom and bride were not seen for a long time.

However, today is not a serious ceremony, and it doesn't hurt for the bride and groom to show up later.

Mu Zi looked at the darkening sky outside, and vaguely heard muffled thunder in the distance.

She couldn't help but be a little worried.

Maybe she could make up a reason to leave early, otherwise it would be difficult to walk on the road in the event of a torrential rain.

Thinking so, she turned her head and looked for Mu Yun in the crowd, planning to say hello to Mu Yun before leaving.

There were too many people in the banquet hall, and I didn't find it for a while, and I saw Mu Ling standing on the stairs at a glance.

Mu Ling's face was snow-white, and he walked down the stairs step by step extremely slowly, looking stunned, as if he was greatly frightened.

Mu Zihu was suspicious, and when he looked down, he saw Mu Ling's hands full of blood.