Mu Changfeng and Fang Zhao had a weak relationship, and were as close as brothers as Lin Yuan. After experiencing life and death, they were in the same boat through hardships. The relationship naturally turned to Lin Yuan. Just as he was about to give his own answer, he suddenly thought that Fang Zhiliang and his brother had been separated for twenty years before they could be reunited. He couldn't bear to see her sad appearance of losing again, and couldn't help but fall into a dilemma.

"Give me a word." Zhou Nianping was quite irritable and urged him in anger.

Mu Changfeng noticed something strange and frowned slightly, "Senior brother didn't make a decision, otherwise why would he ask me loudly? Senior sister has such good ear skills, how could you not know she could hear it?"

Zhou Nian Pinghan had a face and his eyes fell behind Mu Changfeng. Fang Zhiqiang looked calm and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

Mu Changfeng turned around and said with concern: "How is Senior Brother Fang?"

Fang Zhiliang said: "Send a letter to Yuan'er and let him rush over."

Mu Changfeng was frightened, "Senior sister wants to refine the medicine for resurrection?"

Fang Zhiqiang was a little amused and crying, "Let Yuan'er come to see his brother for the last time."

Mu Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said intimidation.

Fang Zhiran said: "Do you think I am Xue Honglian, and I can do anything to save my relatives? Even if I lose all my conscience, I will do whatever I want?"

Mu Changfeng was speechless. For a moment, he really thought that in order to save his brother, Fang Zhiqiang would not care about Qin Ruowei suffering the pain of blindness for her. He had to let her lose her son in middle age, so he took out Lin Yuan's heart and refined a medicine for resurrection.

Zhou Nianping said: "Don't you send a letter to Master?"

Fang Zhiliang said: "Don't let an old man bear the pain of sending a black haired man? What's more,..." He glanced at the white-headed man.

Zhou Nianping really hoped that the two enemies would meet each other and make a big fuss. Seeing Fang Zhiliang insisted on refusing, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

Mu Changfeng quickly wrote a letter, drew a map, and passed it to Lin Yuan through the technique of sending letters from thousands of miles away.

The white-headed man felt deeply tired, and slowly stood up, walked out with a cane.

"Where is the old man going?"

"There is a wooden bed in the storage room, which can be used for a few days. You brothers and sisters will sleep outside."

"I have something unknown to me. Please help me solve my doubts. Grandpa Lin said that he received a letter that year, telling my uncle that he failed to use the life-for-life technique and died. The letter could not have been written by uncle, right?"

The white-headed man stopped, "Why do you think it was not written by me?"

Mu Changfeng said: "The old man's seclusion was not far from Zixianzhuang. Grandpa Lin had been sleeping for a long time to save my senior sister. When he woke up, he would definitely find that your family was destroyed and his family had not returned for many years. He would definitely check it out clearly. If Grandpa Lin knew about the grudges between you and Master, how could he believe you?"

The white-headed man looked quite surprised, "When Lin Molong was sleeping for a long time?"

Mu Changfeng and Zheng are focused.

The white-headed man's eyes burst into tears, "I have hated the wrong person for many years."

"Did you hate Grandpa Lin?"

"I was chased by the demon clan back then, so I went to Xianzhuang for help. Xue Honglian was beaten to the door and never saw Lin Molong from beginning to end. I always thought he would not save him when he saw death."

"That letter?"

The white-headed man's hands kept shaking, "In the letter, I told him that he used a knife to kill someone. Fang Shi'an died tragically, Fang Zhao committed suicide, and Lin Molong did not tell you everything as stated in the letter."

Mu Changfeng's heart suddenly became clear. Lin Molong knew clearly the grudges and hatred between Baitou Weng and Xin Qingyuan. In order to protect him, he chose to lie.

The white-headed man was no longer sleepy and waved, "Young man, come with me."

Mu Changfeng followed with a small step and came under a grape trellis.

The vegetables in the farm are not growing well, and this grape grows even worse. Most of them die. The few dead plants seem to be ill and sick, with many yellow leaves falling, and a few bunches of grapes hanging sparsely.

There were two wooden trunks under the grape trellis. The white-headed man asked Mu Changfeng to sit beside him and sighed quietly, "I have two friends in my life, both of whom are friends who have forgotten their ages. When I just learned to walk, I often followed my father to play in my leisure village. Lin Molong often held me in his arms. The white clouds and the dwarfs have been so many years in the blink of an eye."

Mu Changfeng said: "Grandpa Lin and Master Tai are both people who are not particular about the details."

The white-headed man said, "I have a good father, kind and upright. He often teaches me that making friends with each other and identifying friends is a friend of life and death. When a friend is proud, there is no need to add icing on the cake. When a friend is in a downturn, he must provide timely help. I keep my father's teachings in mind and regard Lin Molong and Xin Qingyuan as more important than his own life. What happened back then..."

Mu Changfeng couldn't bear it and gently patted the white-headed man on the back, "It's over, don't think about it anymore."

"The destruction of the emotional world is the most deadly." The white-headed man raised his head and saw a red meteor passing through the gaps in the grape trellis, dragging a long tail, which was obviously an ominous sign. "I always thought that both friends had acted cruelly and betrayed, but I didn't know that Lin Molong had secretly defended me for many years."

Mu Changfeng said: "Grandpa Lin hasn't found you?"

"Even if you look for it, you can't find the gods in seclusion here." Looking at Mu Changfeng's puzzled look, she explained: "There was a magician with a strong cultivation who was plotted against and his feet were cut off. She spent the last period of time here. In order to avoid her enemies, she set up a very powerful barrier that could block everyone's tracking skills."

Mu Changfeng said: "You have hated Grandpa Lin for so many years, have you ever thought about taking revenge?"

The white-headed man was deeply guilty and tormented, "The fragrant tree in the back garden was cultivated by me with blood. Whenever I dreamed of Lin Molong's death, I would tie a knot, praying for everything I wished. Once ninety-nine knots are tied, and then the monsters tied the 100th knot, the curse will be successful."

Mu Changfeng's heart was beating and he asked, "How many knots have you tied in total?"

“Ninety-eight.”

"So you want to borrow my senior sister's hand and curse Grandpa Lin to death."

"I almost killed someone who shouldn't have killed." The white-headed man was afraid and sweating profusely. He suddenly remembered something and his face turned extremely pale. "There is a person who wants Lin Molong's life more than I do."
Chapter completed!