bullyxtreme Chapter 143 - Mu Family Technique
Chapter 143 - Mu Family Technique
"Okay!" Xiao Mu nodded slightly. Looking at Mu Ziyan who was walking towards him, Xiao Mu felt proud. After going through so many ups and downs, his daughter grew up to be so outstanding. He, Xiao Mu, had such a wife and daughter in his life and he had no regrets.
"Dad, Zi Yan found that something was wrong with Mom, you can tell..."
"Since your accident, she has been sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. She has been much better in the past few years. Now that you are back with her, I believe things will get better and better. You don't have to worry." Xiao Mu walked slowly forward and patted Mu Ziyan's shoulder.
"What are you two father and daughter whispering about? The food is almost ready. Why don't you come over to help serve the dishes?" Qing Mo stood at the kitchen door, pinching her waist and shouting with a smile.
Xiao Mu and Mu Ziyan smiled at each other and walked over side by side. At the dinner table, although Qing Mo was holding the bowl and chopsticks, he did not touch a single bite. His eyes never left Mu Ziyan's face, as if he would never get tired of looking at her for the rest of his life. Even Mu Ziyan, who had trained himself to be a tough guy, could not stand it anymore and said weakly, "Mom, if you keep looking at me, the food will get cold."
"Li'er, mother is not afraid of eating cold rice." Qingmo smiled softly.
"Mother, please call me Ziyan from now on."
"Okay, Li'er!" After saying that, he picked up a piece of fish and put it in Mu Ziyan's bowl.
Mu Ziyan lowered his head silently and continued to eat the rice in the bowl. After dinner, the family sat in the courtyard and chatted, but Qing Mo kept staring at Mu Ziyan's Adam's apple curiously. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to poke it, and said in surprise: "Xiao, Li'er's Adam's apple feels different from yours!"
Xiao Mu held Qing Mo's hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. If it felt the same, then the child she gave birth to was not a daughter.
"Mother, Zi Yan's Adam's apple is fake, so it naturally feels different from the real one, look." After Mu Zi Yan finished speaking, he sank his energy into his dantian and used his internal force to disperse the true energy that was condensed in his throat.
Qing Mo slowly widened his almond-shaped eyes, watching the Adam's apple gradually fade away, and Mu Ziyan's neck became extremely smooth, as if by magic. He was so excited that he pinched Xiao Mu's wrist fiercely and asked, "Xiao, did you see that?"
"Mo'er, this is the Mu family's method of gathering Qi that is not passed on to others. You can condense Qi in various parts of the body, and create an illusion that is so real that it can even be considered pulse as long as you don't touch it." Xiao Mu carefully tucked the messy hair on Qing Mo's forehead behind his ears, and then explained patiently.
Qing Mo nodded in understanding, turned to Xiao Mu and said, "Xiao, then show me how to use this skill."
"Cough... cough... Mo'er... this..." Xiao Mu looked at Mu Ziyan for help.
Mu Ziyan showed a mischievous smile on his face. He turned his head away from the couple and picked up the tea on the stone table and sipped it slowly.
"Mo'er, as a man, I have an Adam's apple. It's impossible for it to disappear." Xiao Mu put his arm around her shoulders and spoke softly, paying special attention to the tone of his voice, fearing that he might accidentally make her go crazy again.
"So that's how it is. Then why didn't you mention this technique to me?" Qing Mo gently pushed Xiao Mu, raised his head from his arms and asked with raised eyebrows.
Xiao Mu frowned nervously, sweat seeping out of his forehead, and was struggling with what to say, but Qing Mo's body trembled slightly. Xiao Mu looked down in a hurry, only to find that his wife was already laughing so hard that she was shaking.