"Wen Chongli."

Murong Qing stood in front of the Wen family's desk.

She was about to continue speaking, Ning Miao pointed at the dishes on the table with chopsticks, stopped her words, and smiled slightly and said warmly: "Sorry, what's wrong, I'll talk about it when I finish eating."

Murong Qing choked, snorted coldly, and said, "I'm talking about my business, and I won't have any conflicts with you."

However, this time Ning Miao didn't even raise her head and ate on her own. She ate very well and was very serious and ignored her at all.

After eating the bowl of rice in my hand, I made another bowl of rice and continued to eat it with the hot dishes.

Seeing that her appetite was wide open, Wen Yinzhang said to her: "When I go back, I will ask the chefs at home to learn the southern cuisine."

In the Wen family, the chefs who serve the family leader are all the chefs of the ancestors or chefs of state banquets.

Not only cooking skills, but also talent.

Ning Miao curled his eyes and smiled: "Thank you, dad."

Several people were having fun.

Instead, she left Murong Qing aside.

Wen Yinzhang, the head of the Wen family who was not angry and powerful, participated in the chat. She did not dare to interrupt their conversation. In the end, she could only wait by the side, saying neither, leaving nor leaving, and falling into a very embarrassing situation.

The situation.

When Ning Miao put down the bowls and chopsticks, picked up the tissue and wiped his mouth slowly.

Murong Qing's momentum that came when he came over was almost wiped out.

She had a moment of emotion before she spoke in a deep voice: "Wen Chongli, I want to place a letter of war against you and bring a bet."

Hearing this, Ning Miao didn't raise his head. While placing the bowls and chopsticks in front of him, he said slowly: "We two are going to play in the ancient martial arts competition, why should I bet with you? What do you have to do with me?

benefit?"

Murong Qing took a deep breath and looked at her and said:

"A life-and-death battle."

The others present were shocked when they heard her words.

What is the Murong family going to do?

Ning Miao suddenly raised his eyes.

Then he looked at her faintly and smiled softly: "It turns out that you are just a poor cannon fodder."

Murong Qing's expression was slightly stiff.

Ning Miao guessed what...

She quickly restrained her expression, her voice was slightly cold, and she said disdainfully: "I don't understand what you are talking about? The grudge between the Murong family and the Su family has always been there. Isn't it good to decide the outcome in one battle?"

"You ask me the benefit of agreeing to the bet? That is, if I lose, the Murong family will no longer set foot on the land of Jiuzhou within ten years!"

Wen Yinzhang frowned.

The others were even more surprised.

The Murong family trusts Murong Qing so much, believing that she can defeat Ning Miao?

Wen Yinzhang stood up and asked in a deep voice: "What does Murong Su mean?"

Murong Qing said: "The head of the family and the head of the family agree to this bet."

All those who heard this news were thinking about the purpose of the Murong family.

Is this a fight to become famous?

Or came for the Su family?

Ning Miao smiled, still sat leisurely in the seat, and asked, "What if I lose?"

Murong Qing said: "You and my brother are in marriage."

Hearing this, Ning Miao was not surprised that this was coming for her. She narrowed her eyes slightly and sneered: "It's really ridiculous. Since it's a life-and-death battle, if I lose, I can still have the life to marry. Do you miss your brother Ming?

marriage?"

Murong Qing choked.

She explained: "How can anyone be allowed to die in Jiuzhou? The name of life and death is just to not follow the regular ancient martial arts competition regulations, but to fight until you admit defeat."

"You are the direct disciple of the Su family, representing the face of the Su family. If you don't accept my bet, you can only say that you are afraid and you think you will lose."

Ning Miao smiled faintly and said, "The provocation method is useless to me, and the conditions you put forward did not touch us, right, Su Yan?"

Ning Miao asked Su Yan sitting next to her.

Su Yan frowned slightly and said to Murong Qing impatiently: "All the members of your Murong family are not as good as my sister's hair. Is it expensive to not set foot in Jiuzhou for ten years?"

Then, Ning Miao turned his head and said to Su Yan: "You go find your master, he needs to know about this."

Su Yan nodded and said quickly: "Sister, you can calm her down first, I'll be back soon."

Murong Qing frowned and asked, "There is no matter related to the Su family in the bet, so why do you want to come to the head of the Su family?"

Ning Miao came to Su Wenzhou because she participated in this ancient martial arts competition to obey Su Wenzhou's wishes and to repay the Su family's teachings.

She knew the grudges between the Su family and the Murong family, but she could not and had no right to make a decision.

So Su Wenzhou had to nod her head before she would agree to this additional bet. Even if the bet was not mentioned in the Su family, it was just related to her.

This is a matter of principle.

But Ning Miao did not explain so much to Murong Qing, until Su Wenzhou came over quickly and had learned about the situation through Su Yan. The first sentence was: "Everything is based on your safety."

That is to respect Ning Miao's wishes.

Ning Miao then stood up, walked to Murong Qing, and asked, "What do you mean is that if you lose, the registered personnel of the Murong family will not be able to set foot on the land of Jiuzhou within ten years? How do you ensure that the bet is effective

Sex, if you breach the contract, can we still stop you?"

Murong Qing was prepared for this issue and explained: "We will make this bet public to the public so that everyone can witness and supervise. If the bet is violated, it will be our Murong family who slapped itself in the face."

Ning Miao curled his lips slightly and smiled casually: "Do you think I don't understand the recent situation of the Murong family in the past decade?"

"In the past decade, your family's development focus has been on the Lot Empire, and there is no plan to return to Jiuzhou to develop."

"In the past ten years, the number of members of the Murong family and disciples came to Jiuzhou was 732, which means there were only 73 people per year. Among them, 60% of them came to Jiuzhou to participate in martial arts exchanges, and the remaining 40% were business, visiting relatives, traveling and

Study.”

"In the next ten years, you will no longer set foot on the land of Kyushu. You will only lose the opportunity to communicate with Kyushu locally, but this is not your key activity."

"So what impact does this bet have on you? What's the point?"

Murong Qing looked at Ning Miao as if he was looking at a monster.

How could she pay attention to this kind of data?

And have you paid attention to it before?

Ning Miao continued to say gently but indifferently: "You don't have to hide anything. I know your purpose. If you want me to be interested in your bets, you have to follow my rules."

Murong Qing understood what she meant and asked back: "What requirements do you want to change to?"

Ning Miao slowly raised his eyes, his deep pupils seemed to be smiling.

The smile on his lips looked Wuhei, but there was a strange edge: "If you lose, the Murong family will never set foot on the land of Jiuzhou from now on."

"Since I chose to leave back then, I was insincere and came back. What do you want to do? The ancient martial arts of Jiuzhou are blooming, and the heroes are gathered. You are the Murong family!"
Chapter completed!