Chapter 132: The Thousand-Year Disaster

"You should regret that you left too early, and didn't get to drink in your brother and Mo Xin's wedding wine, nor did you get to see them live a prosperous life.

Speaking of which, that couple fights every day, and we often see your brother being kicked out by Mo Xin in the middle of the night~"

Zhang Molan raised his eyebrows at Zhang Moyu, with a playful look in his eyes.

So what if Zhang Mochen got married? He was still despised by his wife every day and had to sleep under tree branches. He was not as good as these bachelors.

Zhang Moyu thought about the situation he described and said something subconsciously.

"My brother, can't he?"

Disharmony in marital relationships is often caused by...

Zhang Molan was caught off guard by these words and accidentally choked on his own saliva. He couldn't utter the rest of the sarcastic words and looked at Zhang Moyu with a strange look.

It’s such a blessing for your brother to have a younger brother like you!

The other people who were originally on guard nearby also had complicated expressions on their faces.

Zhang Zhiyi and the others felt that one should not judge a person by his appearance. They seemed to have had some wrong perception of this elder who followed the clan leader and looked gentle, mature, steady and reliable.

Zhang Qiling, who had been with Zhang Moyu for a long time, couldn't help but look at him a few more times with a strange look in his eyes.

I always feel like something is broken...

Zhang Qiling's perfect image of Zhang Moyu suddenly shattered, but he also felt that he seemed more humane this way.

Zhang Moyu realized belatedly what he had just said and felt a moment of regret.

His perfect image in front of the little guy!

The next moment, he decided to take the initiative and change the subject.

He turned his wrist and grabbed Zhang Molan's hand, then kicked him unexpectedly.

Zhang Molan was prepared and raised his knee to block the kick, then he pulled the person towards him with his hand, and at the same time, using his waist as the axis, twisted in the air, preparing to kick with the other leg.

As Zhang Molan was a top fighter of that era, his fighting skills were naturally very strong. Under normal circumstances, Zhang Moyu could not beat him.

But there are exceptions to everything.

Zhang Moyu looked straight into his eyes, his eyes flashing slightly. Zhang Molan felt his brain suddenly shrink, and the strength in his body was out of control for a moment, followed by darkness in front of his eyes.

There was tinnitus in his ears and a dizzying feeling. When Zhang Molan opened his eyes again, he found himself tied up with a whip and kneeling towards the young clan leader.

Yoho——

This kid has made great progress, but I didn't expect that he would have such a bad day.

Everyone else moved to the sides. Zhang Molan and Zhang Qiling looked at each other, one kneeling and the other standing, both looking at each other seriously.

Judging from his appearance and temperament alone, Zhang Qiling felt that this person did not look like a good person.

Most of the Zhang family members are handsome and good-looking, and the occasional one tends to be gentle and kind, but the man in front of him makes people think of two words at first glance.

Arrogant!

Now he has no expression on his face and doesn't smile, looking like a gangster who has come to cause trouble, and he is a very rampant one.

When he curled his lips in a smile just now, he showed a row of sharp white teeth, which looked evil and dangerous, giving people a sticky and malicious feeling, making people want to punch him in the face.

How can someone be so "attractive"?

Zhang Qiling remembered that Hei Xia Zi often said that he was very good at attracting hatred, and that no one could match his sharp tongue, which he had honed over the years.

Now it seems that it was too early for Hei Xia Zi to say this. Even if the person in front of him did nothing and just stood there, he would still attract a lot of hatred.

Is this why sweat can never compare to talent?

All sorts of messy thoughts flashed through Zhang Qiling's mind. After Zhang Molan looked at him carefully, he felt that the boy was teachable, and then greeted Zhang Qiling in this posture.

"I am the personal guard of the Zhang family's 'Mo' generation patriarch, leader of the Wuzong clan, Zhang Molan, styled Junqian. I pay my respects to the patriarch."

In fact, he woke up when Zhang Moyu and his men opened the first coffin, and listened to everyone's subsequent words. Although he felt that the patriarch seemed to have no opinions of his own and was a tool supported by Zhang Moyu, this did not prevent him from being loyal.

What the Zhang family is best at is training. Compared to helping the emperor raise a prince, training a qualified clan leader is actually very simple.

"Um."

To be honest, Zhang Qiling's first impression of Zhang Molan was not very good, mainly because this person's relationship with the elders of the Moyu clan did not seem to be very good. People are biased, so his attitude was naturally closer to Zhang Moyu.

No matter what he thought in his heart, he nodded as if treating everyone equally, and told him not to be polite and to get up quickly.

At this moment, Zhang Moyu was sure that the person in front of him was the annoying original Zhang Molan, not a member of the Wang family, or some weird creature pretending to be someone trying to sneak in, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just checked carefully and found that this guy was not only strong and healthy, but even his strength seemed to be unaffected!

It should be said that it is indeed a scourge. Is it really a scourge that will last for thousands of years?

He noticed Zhang Qiling's gaze. Based on his understanding of his own kid over this period of time, he realized that Zhang Qiling seemed to have some opinions about Zhang Molan.

Thinking that although Zhang Molan's appearance, personality and speech were not pleasing, he was still very capable, Zhang Moyu spoke up for him.

"This guy has high martial arts skills, excellent rhetoric, a quick mind, strong organizational skills, and can also train troops, interrogate and torture, and conduct infiltration and assassination..."

As he was speaking, Zhang Moyu suddenly fell silent.

He felt like something was wrong. This was a peaceful society ruled by law, so most of this guy's abilities seemed useless...

Wait a minute, let me think about what else this guy has going for him.

Zhang Moyu fell silent, but the other party did not appreciate his kindness.

Zhang Molan has always been a follower of his own accord and doesn't really care about his image in the eyes of others. After Zhang Moyu untied him and put him in the charge of the newly appointed young clan leader, he started to stir up trouble as usual.

"Head, how old are you this year? Are you married? I think you're less than 1.8 meters tall and look a little thin. Are you malnourished?

It’s not good to be so thin. If you do that, you won’t be able to perform well in bed or out of bed. What if your wife dislikes you in the future?

How about I teach you martial arts in the future? Although I have never been a clan master, I was one of Xiao Youjun's personal guards before. So I am also a clan elder in the future. As a clan elder, it is my duty to assist the clan leader. If you can't do it, I will..."

Zhang Molan spoke one sentence after another. Although it sounded like they were for Zhang Qiling's own good, Zhang Qiling always felt that these words were harsh to his ears.

Zhang Qiling thought he was a kind and generous person, but when facing Zhang Molan, he suddenly felt as if he had become petty.

My hands are itchy, I really want to beat someone up!

Zhang Moyu's eyes twitched as well, thinking that Zhang Qiling was a good kid who was sensible and would not really attack his family members just for some words, so he just ignored this foul-mouthed guy.

After talking about the young patriarch he had just recognized, Zhang Molan turned his gun towards the others and began to launch indiscriminate verbal attacks.

Zhang Moyu took the opportunity to come to Zhang Qiling and spoke to him in a low voice.

"Zhang Molan is a capable person. His loyalty to the family is unquestionable. Moreover, he is of the Jade Unicorn lineage. He has strong luck and can always turn danger into fortune. He is suitable for taking unconventional approaches."

After a pause, Zhang Moyu added another sentence.

"It's just that his words sound harsh, easily offending people and causing trouble."

To put it simply, this person is capable and loyal, and has excellent work efficiency, but if you keep him by your side, you will have to endure his verbal abuse, and if you use him outside, you will have to worry about him causing trouble and you will have to clean up the mess.

Zhang Qiling nodded, and he knew that this was not a peaceful person.

Zhang Molan looked at the group of juniors who all had cold faces and ignored him, and felt bored, so he turned his gaze to Zhang Moyu.

Zhang Moyu was talking to Zhang Qiling at the moment and didn't notice the resentful, empty and lonely look he gave him.

"go home?"

"Well, but we can't go back the same way. There are a bunch of dead insects behind us, and there are some places on the road where it's easier to get in than to get out. It's best to find a new way out."