Chapter 702: Honesty and Exchange

They chatted casually for a while, and somehow they talked about Wang Quan's hegemony, and Wang Quan just let out a long sigh.

When Murong Ji and Wang Quanzui walked into Wang Quan Baiye's courtyard one after another.

The overwhelming feeling of decadence made people feel a little depressed. There was no one in the yard, not even any servants to serve.

Not to mention the maidservants around Wang Quan Baiye.

"My brother has already driven everyone out of the yard. Apart from Uncle Fei reminding him to have three meals a day, he has hardly allowed anyone else to enter or leave the yard... I can't do that either."

Listening to Wang Quanzui's words, Murong Ji nodded, walked slowly into the yard, and came to the door.

Then I saw the food box placed aside, untouched.

[It’s past noon, Wang Quanye has been so busy that he has forgotten to eat and sleep.] Murong Ji frowned, looking down on him in his heart. A blow?! This is just the beginning? Is this a blow?
He slowly exhaled, knocked on the door, and waited for a while, but still no response.

Murong Ji kicked the door open, walked in calmly with his hands behind his back, and swept the entire room with a sharp gaze, as if a sharp sword light was passing through, with a murderous intent.

Turning the screen, he saw Wang Quan Baiye curled up on the bed, looking decadent. Murong Ji raised his eyebrows slightly.

He said sarcastically: "I thought you committed suicide in the house."

Wang Quan Baiye did not reply. He looked up at Murong Ji, then lowered his head again, staring blankly.

"Wang Quan Baiye, don't you have anything you want to say to me?" Murong Ji walked forward slowly.

"Brother Chen, I'm so glad that you're okay." The weak voice made Murong Ji even more angry.

He came to the bed, grabbed Wang Quan Baiye by the back of the collar, and threw him to the ground with a "bang". The fall almost made him die.

Murong Ji straightened his clothes, looking at Wang Quan Baiye curled up on the ground, motionless, with a stern expression. He was so angry that he kicked him, making him stagger.

"I just don't want to play with you guys, what the hell. Apart from anything else, the geniuses you claim to be are just like that in my opinion."

Murong Ji straightened his robe and rolled up his sleeves, his face darkening, "You really don't deserve to be called a hero. You have a weak mind, for one thing. You became so depressed after a defeat that you even lost your swordsmanship. Haha, you are a useless thing."

"I took the trouble to rescue you, not to let you become decadent here. You have to work for me."

Wang Quan Baiye raised his dead fish eyes and murmured, "What else can I do in this state? Brother Chen, you should find someone else."

Murong Ji glanced at him, his eyes fell on Wang Quanzui who was standing at the door like a quail, and sighed softly. If he were asked to choose a mistress of the Chen family, it would definitely not be someone like Wang Quanzui.

It’s not that I’m not satisfied with her. If Murong Ji had to choose, he would definitely choose the one he likes.

Things have come to this, is it possible to send them back? ? !
That would completely offend the Wang Quan family. If you didn't want to, why didn't you say so earlier? ! Why did you have to wait until you had ruined the girl and made her work for the Chen family for a year before you said you didn't like her? ! !
There is no such thing as bullying.

Murong Ji came back to his senses and said calmly: "I want you to help me deal with the group of old immortals in the Dao League. You should have thought of what I want to do. What do you think of the kingship and hegemony?"

Wang Quan Baiye was silent for a while, then nodded, "Okay, I'll help you."

After getting the answer, Murong was extremely satisfied and turned to walk towards the door. "In that case, clean up your decadent look and go to the Dao League to take up your post."

After leaving the yard, Wang Quanzui followed Murong Ji timidly. Murong Ji suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "If you don't want to marry me, I can help you."

Wang Quanzui was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth but didn't say a word, bit his lip, saw that Murong Ji was drunk, and followed Murong Ji's pace again.

Are you willing? Who doesn't want to marry someone they like? She didn't know whether she liked Murong Ji or not, but she didn't dislike him anyway.

"I wanted to do it myself. When Uncle Fei asked me, I wanted to do it."

Murong Ji nodded without pointing out her little thoughts. A great defeat almost broke the pride of the Masked Group and made Wang Quanzui become cautious.

"In that case, let's support each other for the rest of our lives." Murong Ji paused again and said in a deep voice: "As a couple, I will be honest with you about many things. It may make you sad, but from my point of view, there is no other way. If I can remain loyal to my marriage, I will never make this choice."

Wang Quanzui lowered his head and said nothing, following Murong Ji step by step. The appearance of his little wife would surely make others think that they lived in harmony with each other.

Seeing that Wang Quanzui had no reaction, Murong Ji sighed and continued, "I had an affair with Tushan Rongrong... No matter what, it was after you and I had established our relationship... I'm sorry for you. You can make your request... or even vent your emotions."

"If you really want me to give you an explanation, you can tell me your demands and I will respect them. Tushan is very important in my plan, and I will not sever my cooperation with Tushan."

Wang Quanzui still lowered his head and said nothing. Murong Ji continued to walk forward, but he went straight out of the gate of Wang Quan's house and got on the carriage. Huang Shiren suddenly asked, "Where are you going next, Master?"

"Yang family."

Huang Shiren waited until Wang Quanzui sat down, then waved his whip and the carriage slowly drove towards the Yang family mansion. Inside the carriage, Murong Ji turned around and glanced at Wang Quanzui.

Do you feel wronged? Yes, I feel wronged, definitely.

There is no girl who has not had fantasies about her other half, and every girl has had a yearning for love, and the little girl Wang Quanzui is no exception.

She had a good feeling towards Murong Ji and didn't dislike him. The two of them didn't have any emotional foundation, and the betrayal in name only was sad enough because she had expectations.

Murong Ji didn't have her in his heart, and it didn't matter to Wang Quan's family or the Chen family whether Wang Quanzui liked Murong Ji or not.

Both of them are tools, tools to tie the Wang Quan family and the Chen family together, just an exchange of interests, but what can they do?

Did he really separate from Murong Ji? What happened after the separation?
Murong Ji said softly, "The only thing I can do is not to deceive you. Give you enough choices. If you don't want to, I can help you deal with the Wang Quan family and even the Dao League."

Wang Quanzui still didn't say anything, just nodded.

Seeing that she was thinking and weighing the pros and cons, Murong Ji didn't say anything else. At this time, she needed a quiet environment and enough time to think.

In front of the Yang family's gate, Murong Ji got out of the car, and Wang Quanzui followed behind. The two walked into the Yang family mansion one after the other, and half an hour later, they walked out of the Yang family mansion.

After getting on the carriage, we went to Li's house in Taoyuan.

At the end of the day, when we returned to Chenjiazhuang, it was already dark and it was time for dinner.

After the two men and their mother Mang Shirui had finished their meal, they walked in the yard together, still without saying a word. Seeing that it was getting late, they simply washed up and went to bed slowly.

Wang Quan lay drunk in bed, unable to sleep. The moon rose to the sky, and he suddenly asked, "I am the mistress of the Chen family, am I or am I not?!"

Murong Ji woke up in a daze, a little speechless, what time is it, Wang Quanzui is still not asleep, and he is still not in a good mood after getting up
I was woken up and felt a little unhappy.

When he turned around, he saw Wang Quanzui sitting next to him, looking at him solemnly. Under the moonlight, his eyes were neither as shy as before nor as lively as when they first met.

There is only endless solemnity and choices.

Murong Ji's face gradually became serious. He sat up, nodded solemnly, and said, "Yes."

Wang Quanzui slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and asked again: "You... and that vixen... will it shake the status of me and my child?"

The words were unpleasant to hear, but they were very realistic. Murong Ji said in a deep voice: "No, the Chen family needs someone to inherit and develop it."

The two chatted for several hours, asking and answering each other, and Murong Ji did not lie at all.

Wang Quanzui believed Murong Ji's words. As a high-ranking Taoist monk, he disdained to lie.

As they were talking, the two suddenly ran out of things to say. At this point, they had basically reached an agreement.

Wang Quanzui remained silent, then he tore off his bellyband and got into Murong Ji's quilt.

The smooth skin made Wang Quanzui feel like a slippery loach. He crawled into Murong Ji's arms and couldn't help trembling all over, feeling both fear and excitement.

Murong Ji sighed lightly, her anger was aroused by her. Girls of this age always have fantasies and curiosity about many things.

I stayed at home for a few days, met some important people in the family, and also made some connections in the Taoist Alliance, which can be considered as human relations.

Then, he went straight to Qingyun Mountain and began to think about how to gather the spiritual energy and evil spirit of heaven and earth to form the materials for the Zhuxian Sword.

Things that are neither stone nor jade generally do not exist in this world.

Murong Ji had no idea how the Zhu Xian Sword in the Zhu Xian world was formed, but Qingyun Mountain was a Feng Shui treasure land, and it was not an exaggeration to call it the number one mountain in the world.

But the current Qingyun Mountain was artificially created by Murong Ji. Within a radius of thousands of miles, there are traces of various repairs. Even in terms of scope, it cannot be compared with the real Qingyun Mountain.

It is impossible to rely on the spiritual energy and evil spirits in the mountains to gather materials.

Murong Ji rubbed his forehead and said calmly: "We can only set up a formation to absorb the spiritual energy and evil spirits of heaven and earth."

In Murong Ji's opinion, the fog outside the circle is even more useful. The fog is almost entirely formed by the aura of heaven and earth.

But he doesn't have the strength to defeat the many demon kings outside the circle.

(End of this chapter)