Chapter 901: You have to decide for us (1)

The mansion of the mansion.
Wen Wuwei stood in the courtyard with his hands on his back, directing the servants in the palace lord's mansion to clean up the corpses in the courtyard.
At this moment, a guard hurried over, arched his fists, and said: "Palace Lord, Dou Tian, ​​the Patriarch of the Dou family, came to see you."
Wen Wuwei frowned slightly, and his voice was cold: "Did he say what's the matter?"
"It seems to be... about Wang Deqiu and his son."
The guard looked at Wen Wuwei cautiously.
In today's mansion, who doesn't know the relationship between Wang Deqiu's son Wang Xiaopang and Bai Xiaochen? Therefore, because Wang Deqiu let those people in at the beginning, the Illusory Palace suffered heavy casualties, and they all blamed him.
But don't blame it now, you can't even say a single word.
"Let him in."
Wen Wuwei groaned for a while, even though his expression was impatient, he still wanted to know what happened.
"Yes, Palace Lord."
The guard retreated.
After a while, a middle-aged man walked in quickly, followed by a young man who could no longer see his appearance.
His face was swollen into a pig's head, and his mouth kept whimpering, grieving and lamenting.
Wen Wuwei was taken aback. He looked at the blushing young man in a daze, and asked, "What is going on? How can he be beaten like this?"
"Palace Master."
Doutian pulled the youth to kneel in front of Wen Wuwei, crying with his nose and tears: "You must be the master for us, look at my son, a good man, he was bullied like this. "
The young man greeted him twice, his eyes were sad, and his expression was so pitiful. If he fell into the eyes of people who don't know the truth, maybe... he would think that he was really wronged.
Wen Wuwei frowned, "Why don't you want to say that it is Wang Xiaopang who beat your son like this?"
He had also heard some of Wang Xiaopang's outside. Therefore, when he thought of the words of the guard just now, Wen Wuwei was a little bit convinced.
unfortunately……
This Wang Xiaopang is a friend of his grandson's grandson.
"No," Doutian gritted his teeth. "It was a little girl who wounded my son! That little girl is too evil, I suspect that she has a purpose in mixing into the Magic Palace, Lord Palace, if you take that little girl down , Not for my son, but for the safety of the entire fantasy palace."
The implication was that the little girl who wounded the youth would threaten the entire fantasy palace, so he came to ask the palace owner to take action, not for himself, but for the safety of the entire fantasy palace.
"Little girl?" Wen Wuwei was stunned.
Wasn't Wang Xiaopang's hand? What is the origin of this little girl?
"Dootian, can you ask your son to identify that little girl?"
"It's okay," Doutian's face raised a touch of joy, "I will send someone to find that little girl later, and then..."
Before these words were over, a tender voice came from not far away, from far to near, and soon passed into the yard.
"The No. 1 restaurant in the Fantasy Mansion is nothing but a vain name. It is far from what my mother did. Sister Longer, when my mother has time to cook some food for me, I can give it a piece. You, but only one piece."
"Thank you, Your Royal Highness."
This is a childish female voice, with joy in her voice, as clear as a yellow oriole.