Blood recognition?


    What is this?


    Is it possible that the third childe will cheat? Besides, how can it not be true that he looks so similar?


    The guests only felt that a big play came out one after another, things turned around one after another, and they were a little tired for a time.


    Wen Ningrui pinched her fingers and tried to calm her mood. After taking a deep breath, she said, "you have also seen that the man who pretended to be my daughter has very high cultivation, and it doesn''t rule out that she has any easy-looking skills."


    She sneered again, "I can''t recognize my own daughter?"


    Jun Mu listened, slightly hooked his lips, and didn''t answer.


    She also stopped Mu Ying who wanted to come forward and whispered into the secret: "brother, don''t worry, see what else she wants to do, and... I still keep her useful."


    Without Wen Ningrui, it''s really much more difficult to find out her life experience.


    Mu Ying stopped. He narrowed his eyes slightly: "just decide. Anyway, if something happens, there''s my brother."


    At this time, are you still dying?


    Wen Ningrui saw that Jun Mu Qian didn''t speak and became more determined. She raised her voice: "I now ask for blood to recognize relatives. After all, blood can''t be changed."


    Hearing the speech, Mu Qingcang frowned and scolded unhappily: "Ning Rui, what are you fooling about?"


    He can be sure that this is definitely the blood of his family.


    That kind of affinity from blood can''t deceive people.


    "Dad, why am i fooling around?" Wen Ningrui didn''t think so. "Do you want outsiders to confuse the blood of our Mu family? Xiao Zhi grew up together. Even if she was wrong, could she be better than an outsider?"


    "Rui''er!" murchen Yu whispered, "stop it. Everyone is watching."


    Although the matter was exposed, he didn''t regret it. He was willing to do what Wen Ningrui asked him to do, even if he hurt his daughter.


    "Moreover, if I remember correctly, she claimed her surname was Jun just now." Wen Ningrui ignored it and provoked a smile on her lips. "Miss Jun, if you are really my daughter, you won''t be afraid of blood to recognize a relative?"


    Jun Muqian looked at her and suddenly smiled, "you''re right. Of course I''m not your daughter."


    Hearing this sentence, the smile in Wen Ningrui''s eyes almost overflowed: "you''re really afraid. As soon as I say a drop of blood, you will..."


    Without waiting for her to finish, Jun Muqian interrupted. She smiled: "where is a mother who will dig her daughter''s spiritual roots and wish her daughter would die?"


    As soon as the voice fell, the smile on Wen Ningrui''s face stiffened in an instant.


    And the guests under the stage suddenly realized it at the moment.


    "Yes, people don''t regard Mu Qian as their own daughter at all. Now they want to confuse right and wrong by dripping blood to recognize their relatives. It''s shameless!"


    "How can there be such a disgusting woman? Mu Chenyu''s eyes are blind. Don''t such a woman quit quickly and wait for the New Year!"


    "Tut Tut, if you want me to say, Miss Mu Qian has been unlucky for eight years. Moreover, this woman is also ill. Obviously, her daughter has better talent, but she has to ask for a daughter who robbed her sister''s Linggen. Indeed, she is blind!"


    "Isn''t it? It''s not a family. You don''t enter a family."


    "Don''t confuse right and wrong!" Wen Ningrui was very angry. "If you are my daughter, how about blood recognition? If you''re afraid, just say it. Even if I treat my daughter, it has nothing to do with you!"


    She knew clearly in her heart that if she could not turn the situation around, her life would be over.


    "That''s right." Jun Mu''s eyes were light and floating, and he smiled: "it won''t be good to recognize relatives by blood, but why should I believe you? If you do something, I really can''t say it."


    Wen Ningrui almost vomited blood with this sentence. She couldn''t bear it: "just say it, drop it or not?"


    "Oh --" Jun Mu is shallow and calm, "are you going to force me?"


    Under the stage, there are already hot tempered guests who can''t help it.


    "Miss Mu Qian, don''t talk nonsense with such a woman! Why should you listen to her!"


    "The mind is really too vicious. It digs people''s spiritual roots and hinders them from going home."


    The sarcastic words poured into Wen Ningrui''s ears. Her face was suddenly pale and her body was shaky.


    "Rui''er!" Mu Chenyu looked nervous. He hurriedly came forward to hold Wen Ningrui and looked at the woman in purple with cold eyes. "Xiaoqian, she is your mother at least. She is very skinny. You have gone too far by her parents."


    Jun Mu Qian is talking about one thing. He has written for a year and has been a Buddhist. He doesn''t hate people very much.


    But today, some readers in the next group said that I bought tickets for the fantasy essay. They said that I was too generous to prepare surroundings for our readers and send xxb, so I bought tickets.


    I would like to tell a reader number in the building in the comment area that I love pink. I have asked many painters to make an appointment for the periphery of the owl princess. I want to better show the Lord and the light beauty in front of my readers. What I send to my readers has nothing to do with you!


    In addition, I hope some writers who value themselves will not put them here.


    Buddha department, but does not mean no temper.


    Update late, sorry