The smile on He Er's face suddenly froze.

The whole chubby face looked blushing.

"Sir Zhenyue, this...this..."

He Er held back for a long time, and didn't even think of what to say next.

Lin Mo patted his shoulder with a smile on his face and comforted him.

"My lord, don't be so nervous. I, Lin Mo, don't hate people who are extravagant. I can understand a little extravagance."

Lin Mo himself will try his best to do better in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Not to mention the rulers of the Wumeng League in Haifang City like He'er.

Hearing Lin Mo's words, He Er immediately breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest quickly.

"Sir Zhenyue, you scared me to death."

Lin Mo calmly sat on the chair in front, looked at He Er and said lightly.

"And your lord, I heard that President Murong Yunhai has been in seclusion for more than 30 years?"

"Yes, the president has not been out for more than 30 years."

He Er was a little strange why Lin Mo would ask about these obvious things.

But he still respectfully replied to Lin Mo.

"Then Master He has been in charge of the Wu League for more than 30 years. How is the current situation in the Wu League?"

He Er was stunned for a moment, and his round eyes rolled, thinking about Lin Mo's intentions.

Wumeng seems to be quite normal now. It has not developed too strong, but it is not in the same situation as Panyang City.

It can be said that there is no trace of attention.

"Sir Zhenyue, the Wumeng alliance has been functioning well in Hemou's hands over the years."

"And every year, a large number of martial arts seedlings are developed for professional training."

Lin Mo looked at the files on He Er's table and asked.

"I want to take a look at the good seedlings that you said to the adults, are you noncommittal?"

The disruptive genius He Er mentioned, like the commoners, is a group that has received the most light.

As for Xiao Hei, who is a first-class seedling with talent and character, he has never been discovered by He Er.

A hint of panic flashed in He Er's eyes, and he said with a smile.

"Sir Zhenyue, what's so good about those children? I've ordered a banquet in Tingfeng Pavilion."

"To make up for the fact that I didn't go to the apology feast for the envoy Zhenyue last time. I wonder if the envoy Zhenyue can honor him?"

The more He Er declined, the more Lin Mo felt that there were ghosts in the Wu League.

"What if I have to watch it?"

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at He Er with a half-smiley smile on his face.

However, this smile caused cold sweat to ooze out of He Er's back.

If the things that he has done over the years are discovered by this Zhenyue envoy.

Then He Er felt that if he didn't die, he had to shed a layer of skin.

He inquired very clearly before Lin Mo came.

Lin Mo is kind and gentle, but you can't touch his taboos.

I have been so well supported by many families over the years.

It is because he gave all the medicinal materials of Wumeng to his family disciples.

Civilian children Wumeng also have them, but they cannot get any resources to practice martial arts.

Even though he was forced to do something because the president, Murong Hai, was also a member of the family, he was forced to do it.

But wrong is wrong, it is an irrefutable thing.

Kazuo's brain was running fast, and finally laughed.

"If the envoy Zhenyue must watch it, it's okay, and it's not taboo."

The prince on one side looked at the smile that seemed to be forced out on He'er's face, and pouted.

He Er felt a little too hypocritical for the prince.

A smiling face seems to be unchanged for a thousand years.

The second floor of Wumeng is a specially built training room.

All the sound insulation is the best, and even thickened by two layers.

This ensures that all the children can do their best without disturbing the other floors. JrNovels.com