Even when he is in a desperate situation, he may come back.

Chu Moli smiled gently all the way from the side, his expression calmly unchanged.

"This time I may leave for a long time, and Xiaobao will trouble you."

"Is not this nonsensical?"

"Furthermore, Little Treasure is too powerful, and his strength is not much worse than ours. It won't trouble us at all!"

"Senior brother, you must protect the younger sister."

Chu Moli sighed softly and said, "Will you let me be a lame person to protect the little Junior Sister, the God Musician, would it be too difficult for others?"

There was a burst of laughter from everyone.

Even Xiao Bao, who followed out of the room, couldn't help but smile.

...

At dawn the next day, Mu Yan and Chu Moli got on the Shenxing Feizhou and set off.

This time, even Yu Zhengqing did not follow, but stayed in Xiaoyaomen to follow Yun Ruohan's practice.

Only Mu Yan and Chu Moli stood and sat on the huge flying boat, quietly looking at the ground flying by below.

"Little Junior Sister only told her real purpose of this trip? Why?"

Chu Moli suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Then, before Mu Yan could answer, he raised his head and slowly said: "Because, you also noticed that the soul of the little uncle is being swallowed by the half soul of the world?"

Mu Yan's eyelids twitched violently.

The whistling wind blew outside the protective cover.

It didn't take long for the flying boat to pass through the barrier of the imperial court of the Polar Region.

This time, Mu Yan had a pass token specially given by Yu Lao.

In the entire imperial court, whether it was Diwu District or Tianyan District, she could enter the realm of no one.

In an instant, Feizhou stopped at the door of the Medicine King Palace.

Han Chujiu had been waiting there for a long time, and seeing Mu Yan coming down from Feizhou, he immediately greeted him excitedly: "My good boy, you can count on it. Did you have a hard time on this journey? Where is baby Belle? Didn't you come with you?"

Mu Yan helplessly interrupted Han Chujiu's constant condolences: "Master Jiu, how is Di Mingjun now?"

Han Chujiu curled his lips and said unhappy: "What else can he do? Fortune is very big, can it still die? It's just that I am trapped in the land of the curse and cannot get out. What's the big deal? He was trapped in the land of cursed gods for a year and a half, except for his amnesia and forgetting you, but he didn't see any problems."

"This kind of unscrupulous flower peacock has nothing to remember. The good disciple should go with the master to see the pill that has just been refined!"

Mu Yan could not laugh or cry, but at the same time he was relieved.

Chang Lao said, don't look at Han Chujiu's nose against Di Mingjun, and his eyes are not eyes.

But in fact, his feelings for Di Mingjun are similar to his own.

He really treated Di Mingjun as a relative and nephew.

Now that Han Chujiu feels so relaxed, it means that at least Di Mingjun must be safe and sound.

Mu Yan stopped Han Chujiu: "What about Li Weiran? How is he now?"

Han Chujiu's expression stagnated, and his brows frowned slightly.

Mu Yan's heart was immediately lifted up, "Did he really have an accident?"

Han Chujiu thought for a while and said: "You come in with me, I will show you something."

Mu Yan pushed Chu Moli in the wheelchair and slowly walked into the Palace of Medicine King.

Seeing Han Chujiu took out a red silk cloth.

This silk cloth emits faint energy fluctuations, which is obviously not extraordinary.