tions, I might find an alternative solution, one that would save this child.When I went to the drama club to pick up my costume, Jiang Qiyun was standing in the hallway waiting for me. As I walked int..."Come on, guys, think about what patterns or shapes your wives usually like the most We're short on time, so we can only make something special." Mu Yunfan suggested.

Who knows

Both Mu Wanchen and Jiang Qiyun frowned.

These two old men, one a god born of heaven, are utterly clueless about the needs of mortals.

One is the bloodline of a shaman, and in his eyes, "women" only refer to his own wife.

It's too hard to make them think about their wives. ~~

Mu Yunfan didn't bother, lowering his head to draw what his wife liked onto the paper first.

"Hey, are you guys coming out"

Mù Wǎn Chén shook his head and took out his phone.

"You actually have a cellphone..." Mu Yunfan was somewhat surprised.

Mu Wanchen dialed Yin Luo's phone, and the call was answered quickly.

"Hey Big Wooden Head, I'm not going home! I just started shopping with my little wife!" Yin Luo picked up her phone and said.

"What kind of shapes do you like best" Mu Wanchen was too lazy to say more.

"Huh Shapes" What a strange question.

Fortunately, Yinluo and Mu Wanchen had a good understanding of each other. After spending so long together, she also knew that this fellow was as precious with his words as gold. So she casually replied, "Xingxing ah."

"Good." Mu Wanchen immediately hung up the phone and looked at Mu Yunfan, saying, "Xingxing."

Ugh... This dog food.

Mu Yunfan held a pen and drew something, then looked up at the Emperor: "Brother-in-law, what about you Want to call and ask"

The Emperor paused, as if remembering something. With a flick of his sleeve, he reached out and took the brush from Mu Yunfan's hand.

An ordinary pen, in the hand of the emperor, is like a fine brush from a lake.

With a few quick strokes of his brush, he handed the drawing to Mu Yunfan.

Mu Yunfan held the paper, his mouth twitched, suppressing the urge to complain.

Old Chen sidled up, pointing at the diagram of the God of Paper painted by Lord Jun. He whispered, "Could you make me another copy I'll give it to my daughter, it's too adorable..."

Mu Yunfan watched the clouds rise on the river, and the Emperor nodded calmly with his hands behind his back.

"Common objects, only what is needed for life, a hearty smile, and something that suits the occasion, there's no need to be too attached."

Wow, even the mood for giving a gift is so extraordinary...

"In that case, let's send both grandmothers home with gifts too. I'll just modify the style a bit…" Mu Xiaoye gestured with a flourish.

With an important mission on his shoulders, Mu Wanchen immediately took the design drawings back to the newly built "Witch King City".

Seeing Mu Yunfan's slightly relieved expression, Jiang Qiyun smiled ambiguously.

I never expected that the seemingly suave and detached young master of the Mu family would be so afraid of his wife.

"What do you know" Mu Yunfan glared at Jiang Qiyun.

As you said, the purpose of ordinary objects is to meet daily needs, bring joy, and be appropriate for the occasion. This is the time to find joy and be in the moment! Giving gifts today is a hundred times better than on any other day! Besides…"

Mu Xiaoye paused for a moment, leaning back on the sofa, loosening his tie and shoving it haphazardly into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

"Besides... Usually, I'm running around everywhere, leaving both kids with Yanqin to take care of. She never complains a bit, and always smiles and cooperates with my antics..."

"So, if there's a chance to make her happy, missing it would be a loss."

"...."

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"Clap, clap, clap..." Old Chen was clapping excitedly with tears in his eyes.

"Master Dong, a man so loyal and righteous, has such tender feelings in his heart! This old man is deeply touched!"

"Cut the crap! Get to cooking! Don't let the glutton take it all! He's still a child!" Mu Xiaoye kicked Chen Lao Tou with some redness on her face.

"The kid's almost six feet tall!" Old Man Chen laughed and ran to the backyard.

"By the way, brother-in-law," Mu Xiaoye suddenly remembered something and asked, "Does the underworld have holidays"

"...What"

"Is there a celebration in the underworld, just like in the human world"

"Regulated and no holidays." The Emperor replied faintly.

He seemed to have thought of what Mu Xiaoye was thinking, and couldn't help but raise a smile: "To someone like me, does it make any difference whether there is a holiday or not"

"Pffft..." Mu Xiaoye couldn't hold it in.

— dozens of miles away.

The sun sets in the west, and a cold wind blows.

As the sun sets, the sinister air in the mountains grows heavier.

Bai Wuchang lay sideways on a pine branch. His smiling eyes and eyebrows, which had been hanging for years, were as cold as the mist that permeated the mountains.

Such a rare sight of pure white coldness was never seen before, two small ghosts shivered behind him.

"Seven seven seven seven... Seven Lord... All your talismans are complete today..." The little ghost messenger, his hat askew from exhaustion, trembled as he presented the soul-summoning talismans with both hands.

White Without Form didn't look back, took the summon scroll and waved it like a fan. The small ghost messengers disappeared hurriedly.

Not far from the cypress trees, a grand hall stood coldly in the gloomy cemetery.

Before the mourning hall, there were people rushing about and family members weeping so hard they needed support.

Bai Wu Chang's gaze lingered on an unassuming young woman.

The woman, held by her family's hands, had tears in her eyes, seemingly mourning for the deceased.

“Hmph, really...”

Boring.

》》》

The craftsmen of Wuzhishan City did not disgrace their mission. Under the Grand Shaman's command, they worked tirelessly to complete the project quickly.

And the kind of work that would allow the King Shaman to stand tall must surely be related to the young princess!

So the clever craftsmen not only made the little gifts as requested, but also found some beautiful boxes to put them in.

"All done." Mu Wanchen handed something to Mu Yunfan.

Mu Xiaoye took the box and looked at it. This hexagonal jewelry box was actually hollowed out with carvings of flowers and birds, and inlaid with sparkling jewels.

Especially the clasp on that box, it was so radiant and glittery, it almost blinded me.

It's just a few hundred dollars worth of presents! This box is probably worth hundreds of times the value of the gifts!

“....This...is it asking me to send the box Or is it asking me to send what's inside the box” Mu Xiaoye twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm This is just a stone from our Wuzhang Mountain City secret realm," Mu Wanchen said.

A stone, a hammer, a stone! What kind of stone can flash such fire!

"Fine, thanks to you, everyone goes back to their rooms tonight and comfort themselves—ouch—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a force slammed into his back. Two slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

"Husband! I'm back!" Lin Yanqin skipped happily in.

"Didn't you just arrive this evening!"

"Hee hee, my brother arranged a special shift... What about Xiao Qiao"

"Xiao Yinluo and I haven't come back from shopping yet, you call them to come back soon... Where are Da Mao and Er Mao! Didn't they come"

If I don't come, my dad won't be able to see the two grandsons, he'll probably go crazy—he'll force me to eat two pounds of raw oysters.

"Here." Lin Yanqin gestured with her chin towards the back.

Two nannies were holding two young masters, one who couldn't walk steadily and the other who crawled clumsily.

As soon as they touched down, the two young masters were like radars scanning for targets. They immediately followed the sound of laughter coming from the backyard ("hahahaha") and quickly ran (crawled) towards it.

Master Mu flew into a rage, taking three strides in two. He grabbed the sluggish Er Mao from under his ribs and roared:

"Mu Chenyang! Mu Suyou! You two little brats! You don't even put old man in your eyes!!!"

……

…………

The gift is here, and my wife is also home.

Well, well!

There is no chance at all!

Well, during mealtimes it's even worse, there's not enough room inside the house. We set up a big sunshade in the backyard, with "X Master" written on it. I have no idea where my dad got that from some convenience store.

Under the eaves, there is a huge table. You even need to prepare two hot pot sets, otherwise it won't be enough.

Five children's dining chairs laid out in a row were quite a sight.

Rocking chairs, wicker chairs, armchairs, folding chairs, plastic stools...

How could so many people be embarrassed to take it out and give it

And with three women, there's always a show. With so many women here, young and old, when they start talking, men can't even get a word in edgewise.

"Though today isn't any special holiday, every day we gather together is a day worth remembering..." Old Man Mu stood up holding his wine glass.

"The first cup, may the heavens be clear and the earth bright, and peace prevail throughout the four seas... The second cup, may the elderly and the young be healthy and laughter abound... The third cup, may our bodies be strong and our descendants numerous—"

"Oh, you old geezer, drink up! Are you still being fussy I'm going crazy trying to feed these five little ones!"

"Hee hee, I want Grandpa to feed me!"

"I want grandpa to feed me too!"

Mu Laodde's face beamed with delight, his eyes sparkling.

He quickly pulled out a maid-like pink checkered apron and put it on, starting his happy solo feeding time.

A spoonful of steamed egg was placed at Younan's lips. Younan hesitated, looking at the grandfather before him who was acting like a mischievous old boy, and couldn't bear to refuse.

Mu Xiaqiao quietly winked at You Nan: Little ancestor, give me some face.

Jiang Qiyun coldly tugged at Mu Xia Qiao's hair and said in a flat tone, "Don't mind him, you eat more, you're so thin."

"Where did I lose weight!" Mu Xia Qiao protested in a low voice, she had gained some roundness after giving birth!

"Little wife, besides your chest, you're skinny everywhere else." Yin Luo bit into a peeled shrimp while eating and chatting.

"Master Yunfan, your courtyard is a little too small..."

"I didn't think it was small before, but now I feel cramped!" Mu Yunfan looked at the five children's chairs that took up the most space, helplessly rubbing his forehead.

Yin Luo extended a finger: "The shop next door doesn't seem to be doing much business, why don't you buy it"

"Cough cough cough... As expected of a rich woman."

"A rich woman Have you ever seen a rich woman whose purse only has pocket money"

——The problem is that this allowance can last you your whole life.

"Houses in this neighborhood aren't cheap," Mu Yunfan said. "It makes me angry just thinking about it, they're all asking outrageous prices."

Yinluo didn't care, she raised her hand and lightly touched Mu Wanchen's arm, saying: "Just let him buy it."

"Is Mu Wanchen this wealthy" Mu Yunfan asked in surprise.

“The diamond mine in Wuwang Mountain City could feed his tribe for three hundred years. Daozong has been helping wash it in South Africa all this time... There’s a lot of money, he was thinking about turning it into assets.” Yin Luo whispered: "Yun Fan Shi Shu, please give me some pointers and teach me how to spend money."

""

The wind was cold and the night was cool.

After a bustling dinner, we lined up to clean the five little ones until they were squeaky clean. Only after the little ones fell sound asleep in grandma's room did the adults let out a sigh of relief.

Under the narrow flower stand on the rooftop, there was a small folding table.

Women have endless secrets to share, crowding the three of them onto the rooftop to sip tea and stare into space.

Three beautiful boxes were placed on the table, waiting to be given away.

"Ugh... Thinking about the upcoming festival is so difficult... I'm exhausted, my head is throbbing..." Mu Xiaoye lay back in his chair with a sigh.

"The world is bustling and rushing, everyone busy running around, all for their parents and wives. Whether they are in the realm of Dharma or outside it, it's all the same." Mu Wanchen said.

Jiang Qiyun stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing at the bustling commercial district in the distance.

"...the smoke and fire of human life, that is the heart of mortals."

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