Qingxia looked at Qi Yuan again. He had walked the path of finding a wife for so many years very difficult and painful. This originally gentle man had become heavy and painful.

Qingxia couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw Mu Jiu and Feng Zhuoxi holding hands.

He always knew Mu Jiu's way of doing whatever he wanted, but he didn't expect Mu Jiu to do so thoroughly. If he kept this posture and pulled Feng Zhuoxi into it, he would be afraid that the elder would be so angry that his beard would be erected by the youngest son.

Qingxia smiled.

Mu Jiu raised his eyebrows: "What are the stinky brats thinking?"[

Qingxia narrowed her long and narrow eyes, looked at the hands of the two people holding each other tightly in front of her, and said, "As long as I think of seeing a wonderful show for a while, I can't help but want to laugh."

Mu Jiu pounded Qingxia's shoulder and said, "I won't tell you anymore. Let's go in first. I'll look for you when I look back."

"Okay, I have prepared the best wine there, so you must not miss the appointment." Qingxia said slowly: "Also, be careful."

Mu Jiu laughed: "I know."

Several people walked through the row of guards and walked to two exquisite gates with huge white gold edges.

"Mu Da will meet all the elders." Mu Da knelt down on one knee outside the door and said to the door.

"Come in." A slightly hoarse voice sounded solemnly. When he heard it, he was a person who was used to giving orders. His words contained absolute power and no one allowed to refuse.

The door opened quietly and slowly, with light shining inside, and white mist filled out. Mu Da stood up, leaving two subordinates outside the door, and walked in with the other three.

This is the first time Feng Zhuoxi has come in.

She never came here and just attended a banquet, and of course she would not enter the □□ conference room of the Presbyterian Church.

Ten men sat in a semicircle, each of whom was no longer young, and each face was solemn and depressed, as if he was deliberately creating a scene that made people breathless.

Feng Zhuoxi looked at the ten people sitting high on the wide red chairs, and somehow thought of the word "judgment".

They acted like they were facing a great enemy, as if Mu Jiu had committed an unforgivable sin with her, but who knew that to put it bluntly, this matter was just a marriage and love storm, but it caused such a big battle.

Feng Zhuoxi now doubted whether these people in the Presbyterian Church had nothing to do every day, so they had to take care of such small things.

"Do you still know how to come back?" A handsome voice sounded, and looking in the sound, it was made by the person sitting on the chair at the top.

His eyebrows and eyes were extremely profound, and his whole face was as strong as Michelangelo's sculpture. He looked like a middle-aged man, but the things in his eyes made people feel that he didn't know how many years he had lived.

Feng Zhuoxi remembered that this was the Great Elder, the Great Elder who was respected by everyone in the temple.

He looked very similar to Muda, but there was a small squat of delicately trimmed black beards on his chin, and his expression was even more serious and cruel.

Mu Jiu smiled and looked up at the elder sitting upright above with ease, saying, "Father, I'm back."[
Chapter completed!