Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

He knocked on Wushuang's door, found that she was already asleep, and went back to his room.    

He had been working for a long time during the day. He was much more tired than Wushuang. After lying down, he closed his eyes not long after.    

The night gradually became darker.    

The lights in the villa were turned off one after another. Finally, they completely blended into the dark night.    

After an unknown amount of time.    

"Hmm?"    

Mo Nan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt something. He suddenly opened his eyes and immediately jumped out of his window.    

He went all the way to the outside of the villa.    

On the avenue of the residential area, an old man walked over shakily from a distance with a cane in his hand.    

Mo Nan held the traditional virtue of respecting the old and caring for the young. He jogged all the way to the old man's side and stretched out his hand with a smile. He took the old man's walking stick and held his arm at the same time.    

"Master, why are you still out so late? Your family will be worried."    

"Where are you going? Let me help you over."    

"Okay, okay."    

The old man was not surprised by Mo Nan's appearance. He looked at Mo Nan and nodded.    

"There aren't many young people like you who are kind. Hmm, your facial features are pretty good. Speaking of which, the little old man has a granddaughter who is about the same age as you. She is good in everything, but she doesn't care about finding a boyfriend."    

"How about it? If you are also single, this old man will help you set up a trap and meet you?"    

"That's not good."    

Mo Nan wanted to laugh. He thought that no one would promote his granddaughter as soon as they met. He even thought that his granddaughter must not look that good. If he agreed, he would be in trouble.    

However, he still said politely against his heart.    

Looking at your looks, your granddaughter must be very pretty. Unfortunately, I already have a girlfriend... "    

"What a pity."    

The old man also sighed with emotion.    

In just two sentences, they had already walked for a few hundred meters. The old man suddenly stopped and pointed to a villa by the road.    

"I'm here. Young man, I'll have to trouble you."    

"No problem..."    

Mo Ying waved his hand. His eyes were serious as he took two steps back. He was sure that the place he was standing at right now was the direction he had just come out from.    

In other words, this was his temporary home.    

"Is the old man here to find someone?"    

Mo Nan took a deep breath. He could not calm down when he felt the old man's surging energy.    

In an instant, he felt like he had met Fong Laojiu again. However, the old man in front of him was not as exhausted as Fong Laojiu.    

"Yes, find someone."    

Old Master Miao was a little surprised at the moment. He did not expect that the young man he met just now would be the target he was looking for.    

He looked at Mo Nan curiously, thinking that this young man was different from the rumors. At the same time, Mo Nan said again,    

"Are you from the Blood God Hall?"    

He had guessed it, but it was not a wild guess.    

The old man's body reeked of blood, as if he had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Even he didn't have such a thick stench of blood, so he was certain that this was the result of cultivating ancient martial arts.    

Coincidentally, the person from the Blood God Hall whom he had punished earlier also had a similar smell on his body. However, that person's smell of blood didn't seem to exist, and it was far from so shocking.    

"That's right."    

Old Master Miao nodded his head once again. He did not deny it.    

Just when Mo Nan was about to say something, the old man suddenly stopped him. "You have asked two questions. Should I ask them?"    

Mo Nan was stunned. Then he cupped his hands and said, "Please!"    

Old Master Miao said with a smile that was harmless to humans and animals.    

"This time, this old man was entrusted by the Deputy Palace Master. I asked you one last time. Are you really not willing to hand over the kid from the Ye family?"    

"I've already told you this, there's no need to discuss it."    

Mo Nan shook his head firmly.    

Old Master Miao asked again, "Do you know that in the entire Ancient Martial Aristocratic Family , not many people dare to reject the Blood God Hall? What are the consequences of your decision? Have you thought about it?"    

"No."    

Mo Nan shook his head and said coldly.    

"Even if there are mountains of blades and seas of fire ahead, as long as they follow me, no one is allowed to move unless they betray me."    

"Not even the Blood God Hall!"    

At this moment, he no longer tolerated it. The murderous aura around him instantly pushed back Old Master Miao's bloody aura.    

Old Master Miao was slightly shocked. He faintly took a step back.    

But a few seconds later, just as Mo Nan was about to take over the topic and ask again, the old man already sighed.    

"What a pity."    

"What a pity..."    

Mo Nan had just opened his mouth.    

Old Master Miao took a step forward. With just one step, he advanced four to five meters and arrived in front of Mo Nan. He raised the walking stick in his hand and heavily emphasized.    

"You really dare to attack?"    

Mo Nan was extremely shocked and furious. After dodging the attack, he raised his fist and smashed it down on the walking stick.    

Initially, he thought that he would try his best not to attack since the other party was an old man. However, since the other party had already moved, there was no need for him to show respect to the elderly and to the young.    

When it was time to make a move, he would make a move. He didn't care about the division between martial artists and martial artists.    

Mo Nan's fist smashed down heavily. The air mass in his body condensed into his palm. The sound of metal colliding rang out from the center of the cane. Immediately after, a crack appeared on it. The crack immediately spread out uncontrollably.    

After a cracking sound, the walking stick broke.    

Mo Nan also sucked in a breath of cold air and quickly retreated.    

He never thought that a wooden walking stick would be so hard. Although the walking stick was broken, the bones of his hand also seemed to show signs of breaking.    

At this moment, his left and right sides were swelling rapidly.    

"My baby!"    

Old Master Miao exclaimed. Looking at the broken crutch in his hand, he was so angry that he jumped. He could not hold his anger any longer and scolded fiercely.    

"Stinky, this is a gift from Little Second's granddaughter on his 70th birthday. You pay me back!"    

"Pay your head!"    

Mo Nan sneered. He pointed at the walking stick on the ground and said, "If you dare to attack again, you will end up like this."    

"How dare you!"    

Old Master Miao's face finally darkened, but he had doubts in his heart. "Are you really a warrior?"    

He could not figure it out. How could a warrior break his iron staff with a single strike? Even if the ancient martial arts of the Zheng family were strong in the warrior realm, they weren't that strong.    

Only warriors could do it.    

Mo Nan waved his hand impatiently. He was not in the mood to explain.    

"If you want to fight, fight. If you don't want to fight, scram. There are not so many problems."    

"I'm so angry!"    

Old Master Miao had been waiting for an answer, but after being scolded, he coldly said,    

"Fine, no matter what you do, I'll let you experience the gap between warriors and warriors."    

"Even if you have some tricks up your sleeve, do you really think you can provoke a warrior?"    

"Blood Moving Technique."    

The old man let out a low cry. His skin suddenly turned red as if he had taken medicine. His aura rose steadily.