The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

There is no more guilt and embarrassment in my heart, only the ambition to fulfill the owner's wish and find a ray of life and a beautiful future for himself.

At this moment, only Jun Muyan was in his eyes!

The supreme princess of the demons!

The sweetheart of the Emperor of Extreme Region!

And... the only descendant of Kagura in this world!

Wen Zhe walked towards Mu Yan step by step, with a sigh of excitement at the corner of his mouth: "Your Royal Highness, don't be afraid, your subordinates will not hurt you. The subordinates just want to put a little bit in your body. Things are guaranteed to be more interesting than the simple version of [Acacia Spell] before!"

Wen Zhe raised his hand, and a black curse talisman appeared in front of him.

At the same time, both hands pinched the Jue, strands of black smoke drifting towards Mu Yan.

Whether it was Elder Minwei or Han Ye, their expressions changed drastically, and they rushed over desperately.

However, Mu Yan, who was the first to bear the brunt, did not change the slightest expression. Just watching the smiling and arrogant Wen Zhe quietly, he whispered to herself: "If only this spell skill is enough, I can't hurt me. Because..."

A calm and gentle voice, with a slight calmness, overwhelmed Wen Zhe's laughter: "Want to use [Curse] on my little junior sister, have you asked my opinion?"

In the next moment, a piece of paper flew out and was thrown into countless pieces in mid-air.

The silver light burst suddenly, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the dim room.

Wen Zhe only felt that his eyes were hurt by the light, and he subconsciously covered his eyes.

When I opened it again, where was Jun Muyan before my eyes?

The temple was empty, not to mention Jun Muyan, but Chu Moli, Han Ye, Min Wei, Zhong Li and the others, not even a single figure of Tong Zhangling that was tied up.

Wen Zhe looked at the empty room in front of him, his brows sank a little bit.

"Okay, that's great!"

"Unexpectedly, there is such a figure hidden beside Her Royal Highness."

Thinking of Chu Moli's carelessness and skill in using the curse just now, Wen Zhe's heart was shocked.

Who is this person?

Are they from the Jiuli tribe?

Yes, this person must have come from the Jiuli tribe.

Otherwise, how can anyone in this world use mantras so skillfully and naturally?

But if this Chu Moli came from the Jiuli tribe, why did the master never mention it?

It seemed that it was necessary to report to the master about Chu Moli.

Wen Zhe took a deep breath, his expression gradually returning to normal.

A few black-clothed figures slowly landed in the void, and said, "Priest, what should I do if your Royal Highness runs away? Do you need to seal off the entire Demon Palace?"

Wen Zhe sneered and said lightly: "No, they can't escape. Because this is not the Devil Palace at all, but..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped, he turned around abruptly, and said sharply: "Who?!!!"

The snow-white clothes clashed fiercely.

Long black hair and red silk flies gently.

Wen Zhe looked at the young man who fell in front of him, his pupils shrank suddenly, "Li Weiren, why are you still here?"

The blindfolded man slightly curled his lips and looked at him, his expression and posture were so lazy and calm.

"Why can't I be here?"

Wen Zhe then stepped back and looked at him vigilantly, "Li Weiran, don't forget, you were originally ours, and you swore allegiance to your master just like us."