Mu Wushuang was a little confused by his eyes, and she didn't know the famous Ghost Hand Pill King.

"It must not be the eighth-level pill sent by the Ghost Hand Pill King!" The old housekeeper suddenly pointed to one place excitedly and said, "If he refined the eighth-level pill, how could he come to this small place to bid for the auction? And, look, the Ghost Hand Pill King actually came in person!"

Everyone was surprised to look in the direction pointed by the old butler. At the gate, a gentle and elegant middle-aged man walked in slowly.

The traces of time on his face are not obvious, and he can still see the handsomeness of his youth on his face. Time only adds calmness and majesty to him, and also has an unignorable warm and friendly atmosphere.

Mu Wushuang glanced at his face a few more times, and for some reason he felt closeness in his heart, but after she saw a man and a woman behind him, she immediately disappeared, frowned and turned her eyes away.

"The pair of golden boys and jade girls behind the Ghost Hand Pill King are his daughter, named Yun Wan'er, and the other is the grandson of the deputy head of the God of Light, named Ma Wenhao. Both of them are geniuses with high qualifications. In places like the God of Light, where there are many outstanding disciples, they are also a dragon and a phoenix among people without mentioning their identities!"

The old housekeeper said excitedly.

He didn't expect that today he could see people from two first-class sects coming to their auction in Fuliu County.

But after hearing his words, Mu Wushuang opened his mouth wide in surprise - Yun Wan'er is the daughter of the Ghost Hand Pill King?

Wouldn't that mean that the Ghost Hand Pill King is Mu Yuanhong, her body's biological father?

Long Moshen held her slightly cold hand and nodded to her almost invisible. They understood that they could understand the other person's meaning from their eyes without saying anything.

Mu Wushuang forgot to pull out his hand and looked into the hall, her eyes moving with the middle-aged man.

No wonder she inexplicably felt close.

No wonder when the master mentioned the four words "Ghost Hand Pill King" before, Long Moshen looked at her with complex eyes. It turned out to be this relationship.

She looked at Yun Wan'er holding Mu Yuanhong's hand affectionately, and said something, which made Mu Yuanhong smile and touched Yun Wan'er's hair with a doting look.

A sneer appeared on Mu Wushuang's lips - he could be so fond of an adopted daughter, why did he ignore her biological children in a low-level continent?

It's really ridiculous.

She still remembers what Xiao Zhu Xiaoque said. Mu Yuanhong's father, Mu Guobang, had been searching for their whereabouts for more than ten years because he did not know the life and death of his son and daughter-in-law. The only hope in life was to find them.

Unexpectedly, he was doing well in the high-level continent. She had thought they were in a bad situation before.

Mu Wushuang didn't want to look again, so he looked away with his cold eyes.

Xiao Xuanxi was very sensitive to his mother's emotional changes. He didn't know why his mother was angry, so he had to bury her head in her arms, then stretched out her armpits from her armpits and patted her mother's back.

"Be good mother."

Learn from her tone of coaxing him.

Mu Wushuang couldn't help laughing and kissed the baby's caring son's forehead.

Only then did she notice that one of her hands was tightly held by Long Moshen. His body temperature was not high, but a hint of warmth came from him.

Both the father and son were comforting her in their own ways, and her unexpected emotions were quickly relieved.

She actually had nothing to be angry about. After all, she was not the original body and had no desire for family affection. Without expectations, she would not be disappointed. She was just a little angry.

She had never thought about any interaction with them, and hadn't thought about going to recognize her relatives.

So, it doesn't matter.

"I'm fine."

She said to Long Moshen softly.

At the end, I added a sentence "Uncle Emperor".

Connected together - "I'm fine, uncle."

Long Moshen's throat moved, he pinched her weak and boneless fingers, and smiled at her with his lips.

He likes to hear her call him Uncle Emperor in a gentle voice.

Mu Wushuang's cheeks were hot and she pulled her hands back.

The master and the old housekeeper were paying attention to the movements in the hall and did not notice the small movements between them.

Because many people recognized Mu Yuanhong's identity, they stood up and gave up their seats to him.

There are only a handful of seventh-level alchemists on the entire continent, not to mention that he is the most promising alchemist who has the best chance of being promoted to the eighth-level or even the ninth-level alchemist.

A powerful alchemist is always easily respected and sought after.

Mu Yuanhong and Yun Wan'er arrived overnight. They just arrived, and the VIP room had long disappeared, but many people were willing to leave the VIP room to sell their favors.

Yun Wan'er naturally didn't want to squeeze in the same hall with these small sects. Mu Yuanhong didn't want to go to the VIP room at first, but he was not very happy to see his daughter. In order to make her happy, he chose the best VIP room and then gave him a seventh-level pill that he couldn't buy on the market.

"Oh my God! Seventh-level pill!"

The person who got the pill was so excited that he was almost crazy.

Others were even more jealous.

"Rumber!"

The bright and arrogant Yun Wan'er said contempt in her heart and followed her father high into the VIP room on the second floor.

"I'm so envious."

Wuji sighed.

That is a seventh-level pill. Even a seventh-level alchemist needs to refine a seventh-level pill, which will take a lot of energy.

Therefore, it is difficult to buy seventh-level elixirs, unless you go to the seventh-level alchemist to reserve the elixir.

Mu Wushuang said lightly: "Your disciple, I am a fifth-level alchemist now, and I am only two levels away from the seventh level. Master, can you be envious of outsiders?"

Wujizi was surprised: "Good disciple, aren't you a fourth-level alchemist? When will you be a fifth-level?"

The old housekeeper of the City Lord’s Mansion and Mu Wushuang’s junior brothers were even more shocked!

Fifth-level alchemist!

Such a young fifth-level alchemist?

She is only twenty years old!

If it is true, I am afraid there will be no one before and after!

Mu Wushuang nodded and took out a few bottles of fifth-level pills. When he saw that the person had a portion, he generously gave him a bottle.

And each bottle contains at least ten fifth-level pills.

When we got the pill, everyone finally believed that she was really a fifth-level alchemist!

Wujizi was so happy that his eyes were so narrowed that he could not see it, and his smile was so bright.

"My disciple is such a genius! He is even more powerful than the Ghost Hand Pill King! He was in his thirties when he became a fifth-level alchemist! It is still the most powerful of my disciple!"

Mu Wushuang curled his lips: "Of course."

She will definitely become a ninth-level alchemist earlier than Mu Yuanhong, wait!

"Sister Sister is so awesome! Our Qingyun Sword Sect will definitely become stronger under the leadership of our senior sister!"

"Yes! Senior sister is the lucky star of our Qingyun Sword Sect! Unexpectedly, Senior sister is also a genius alchemist, even more awesome than the Ghost Hand Pill King!"

The junior brothers praised it, but every sentence is heartfelt.

The old housekeeper got the pill and praised: "Mrs. I am the youngest alchemist I have ever met. With his wife's attainments, it is no problem to surpass the Ghost Hand Pill King in the future."

Listening to the praises, Mu Wushuang felt relieved. The bottles of elixirs were indeed not given in vain. Of course, she was much better than that scumbag!

As for the words "Madam" or something, she pretended not to hear it.
Chapter completed!