Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 738 Mu Kun’s Death (1)
Mu Kun had a face like a pig's head, if it wasn't for his voice, no one would have recognized his identity.

Mu Kun went straight to the old man's desk, stared at the old man with a sinister gaze, "Everything in the Mu family is mine, and no one can inherit it except me. Dad, you are old and confused, the more you live, the more you go back." I can't tell the difference between family members and outsiders, I'm here to tell you, even if that Princess Xiang is your granddaughter, she still has no right to inherit the family business!"

"You... why did you come back and make such a ghostly appearance, Mu Kun, what on earth do you want to do!" Master Mu trembled angrily, wishing he could smash the table.

Mu Qingyang also rushed over, "Father, what's wrong with your face, where have you been these two days?" After all, it's his father, how could he not care at all!It's just that Mu Kun is haunted all day long, and even his son, he doesn't know where he has gone.

Mu Kun ignored their persecution, just stared at Mr. Mu, and said again, "Where is the seal of the Patriarch, and all the contracts of the Mu family, where have you put them? Is it stored in the account? Where is it, give it to me quickly!"

He came back here today just to get money and leave. As long as he has money and money, at worst he can change to another place, such as Yan Country, such as Cang Lan. What should Tang Hao do, now that he has become like this again, he has to find a way to get rid of the poison!

"Nizi!" Old Man Mu stood up abruptly, raised his walking stick and beat him.

Mu Kun grabbed the crutch that was swinging towards him, snatched it, and threw it away viciously.

Mu Qingyang turned pale with fright, rushed forward with a stride, supported the old man in time, and shouted at Mu Kun: "Father, what are you doing? He is your father and my grandfather, how dare you match him!"

Mu Kun looked at Mu Qingyang's eyes, and his father's feelings were gone, "It's not what I want to do, it's this old guy, what does he want to do, keep a century-old foundation, and give it to someone with a foreign surname. Mu Kun will never let this happen in one day!"

Knowing that the old man would not give the things to him, Mu Kun simply didn't ask him, and went to search by himself.

He is not old enough to have any more children, so, if Mu Qingyang's son is not willing to help him, then it's fine not to have him.

Seeing that Mu Kun turned the house into a mess, and pieces of porcelain were broken all over the floor, it was as if the house was about to be demolished.

Old man Mu was so angry that he could hardly breathe, "Stop it, stop it, you rebel, you are not fast enough, Qing Yang, pull him quickly, he is crazy, he is crazy!"

Mu Qingyang only cared about supporting him, how could he free his hand to stop Mu Kun.

The housekeeper and a few servants outside heard the movement in the study and boldly barged in, but when they saw the darkness in the room, they were also stunned.

"Why are you still standing there in a daze? If you haven't caught him yet, catch him quickly," Old Man Mu roared anxiously again.

"Oh, yes yes."

The housekeeper led those people, and just as he was about to get close to Mu Kun, he waved them away with his palm.

Mu Kun has internal strength, his swing is not weak, and those people fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, old man Mu became dizzy with anger, raised his walking stick, broke away from Mu Qingyang, stepped forward a few steps, and the walking stick was about to hit Mu Kun down.

As if eyes had grown behind him, Mu Kun turned around abruptly, grabbed the old man's walking stick, opened a pair of blood-red eyes, and stared at him like a poisonous snake, "Do you want a killer to kill your son? Do you want a killer to kill your son? Outsiders, even want to kill their sons, they really are obsessed with ghosts!"

He held it too tightly, and the old man couldn't pull it out after a few twitches.How could his physical strength be compared with Mu Kun's, Mu Kun was holding on like this, the old man's body was shaking violently, and he might fall down at any time.

Mu Qingyang felt that he was going crazy, he rushed forward, hugged the old man's hand holding the walking stick, and stared at Mu Kun angrily, "Father, let go quickly, grandpa is not in good health, I can't hold back your palm strength, dad, Let go!"

"Let it go? Why should I let it go? He's going to kill me, and you too. You all want me to die, haha, but I won't die. If you all die, I won't die either," Mu Kun said like crazy, Laughing wantonly, coupled with that face like a pig's head, no matter how you look at this smile, it makes people feel very funny.

Mu Qingyang didn't have the intention to make fun of his father, seeing Mu Kun refused to let go, and in a hurry, he didn't have any weapons to use, so he just rushed forward and slapped Mu Kun's arm hard.

"Ah, you dare to bite me," Mu Kun clutched his bleeding arm, staring at Mu Qingyang viciously.

At this time, Mu Kun was almost insane, he failed one after another, the queen died, and the layout of the palace must have been taken away by that woman.It is even more impossible for the fake Tang Hao to help him at this time. The empress died, and he died, which was in line with the wishes of the fake prince. In this world, no one knew his identity except a Shangguan Yun'er.

One wrong move, the whole game is lost, and the loser is completely defeated.

For the current plan, he must leave.

Yes, after taking the property, he wants to leave the capital, leave the capital.

As if possessed by a demon, Mu Kun talked to himself and began to rummage again, regardless of other people, his own father, his own son, at this moment, he only had money in his eyes.

Suddenly, he remembered that there were several boxes of silver hidden in the study room, which were used for harvesting grain in the spring. In order to prevent it from being taken out in case of emergency, Mu Qingyang always prepared it in advance.

Thinking of those silver coins, Mu Kun's eyes glowed green. He brushed Mu Qingyang away, but before he moved forward, the desk was stopped by Mr. Mu.

At this time, the servant who was injured by him also hurried forward to stop him.

A group of people crowded together, and Mu Qingyang hugged Mu Kun's back in a hurry.

While several people were tugging, it was unknown who knocked who down, who pushed whom, but Mu Qingyang used all his strength to throw Mu Kun to the ground.

He didn't think too much about this pounce, he just thought that Mu Kun was restrained.

But after he got up, he saw Mu Kun's mouth was open and his eyes were wide open, staring at the beam.

Suddenly the housekeeper shouted, "Blood, a lot of black blood!"

Mu Qingyang trembled, didn't stand up, and sat back on the ground, his hand felt a tingling pain, he lifted it up and saw that it was the porcelain that Mu Kun had smashed earlier, not only his hand, the ground was full of broken porcelain scum.

(End of this chapter)