Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 442 What to do when your genius senior brother is determined to die? (8)

Seeing that Zhao Zhao was staring at him without saying a word, Mu Yu gritted his teeth and roared, word by word, with fierce momentum, "Speak! Who is it!"

"Father will avenge you!"

Judging from this situation, it seems that even if a god bullies Zhao Zhao, he will drag him down and beat him up.

Zhao Zhao didn't want to talk about it, partly because he felt it was unnecessary, and partly because he couldn't bring himself to say it due to the poisonous insects inside his body. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Old man, has your rationality run away from home? Wake up and put away that oppressive aura."

Although he couldn't feel the pressure, the others in the Sword Sect were not having an easy time.

Ignoring everything else, Mu Yu quickly raised his hand and used his precious true energy to heal Zhao Zhao's wounds. His expression was serious, as if he were doing something of great importance.

Zhao Zhao sighed. Her husband was good in every way, except that he was too stubborn.

I already said I'm fine!

Moreover, 002 had already applied a layer of excellent medicine to him. If Mu Yu had arrived later, he might have already healed.

"Alright, alright, I was just joking around with my friend, don't mind me." Zhao Zhao pushed Mu Yu's hand away, and under his deep gaze, she grinned and held out her hand: "Old man~ I lost my storage bag, can I have another one~"

"..."

"hurry up."

"..."

Helpless, Mu Yu coldly handed him a shimmering bag and asked again in a deep voice, "Which friend is so tactless?"

His cold gaze swept over his entire body like radar, checking for any other wounds.

Strangely, he only detected Si Yi's spiritual energy fluctuations on Zhao Zhao, and did not find any trace of the "playful fighting" that Zhao Zhao mentioned.

His face immediately darkened. "You unfilial son, you haven't been fooled, have you?"

"No, no, no, I know what I'm doing, don't worry about it! Okay, go out now, I need to rest!"

Before Mu Yu could ask anything, Zhao Zhao put her arm around his shoulder and, without any regard for seniority, pushed him out of the gate of Ruijing Palace.

He hid behind the door, winking and waving at his father in a mischievous way.

When Mu Yu saw his son smile at him, he unconsciously smiled back. But when he came to his senses again, the door in front of him had already slammed shut with a "bang" without hesitation.

Mu Yu: ……

He seemed to have come to confront Zhao Zhao, but...

"That's all."

Si Yi had just told him that he had brought Zhao Zhao back to Ruijing Palace, and since it was so late, he couldn't help but ask.

He was surprised to learn that this rebellious son was so defiant that he dared to disobey his senior brother and was making a fuss about going to find some bird. He rushed over intending to teach him a lesson, but he was shocked by the marks on Zhao Zhao's neck.

Education isn't urgent; let's do it next time.

However, this must be the hundredth time he's said that...

Upon returning to his palace, Mu Yu found a young man in a white robe with phoenix patterns waiting quietly outside the palace gate in the moonlight. Mu Yu smiled and softly called out, "Yi'er, is there anything else you need to see me about?"

"Master." The young man bowed to him slowly, a gentle smile on his jade-like face. In the moonlight, he seemed to glow.

Mu Yu nodded, his eyes filled with admiration for his personal disciple.

"I have come today to bid farewell to my master," Si Yi said softly. "The Illusory Netherworld will open in a few days, so I wish to go and gain some experience."

"Well, let's go."

Mu Yu was always at ease with whatever Si Yi was going to do. From childhood to adulthood, Si Yi always had a reassuring quality, unlike his unfilial son who had caused him a lot of worry.