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

It doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

As I was thinking about it, suddenly a light radiated from the red silk in Chu Moli's hand.

Immediately afterwards, interlaced lights and shadows appeared in the void of the Medicine King Palace.

The light and shadow appear to be a strange place.

The house is cylindrical with a colorful semicircle on top.

Above the semicircle is a thin needle, and the material cannot be seen clearly.

Around the strange house, there are many more weirdly dressed people walking around.

Mu Yan had stopped playing at this time and looked at the image in the void curiously.

She had never seen such a building and wearing a person before.

"Senior Brother, this is..."

As soon as she said her question, she realized that her master Han Chujiu's face was very wrong.

His eyes were wide open and his eyes were full of blood red.

The hands hanging beside him clenched into fists.

It's as if you have to exercise extreme restraint in order to calm yourself down.

"Master Xiao Jiu, what's wrong?"

Mu Yan didn't care about asking where Chu Moli was, and quickly got up to support Han Chujiu.

While speaking, the image in the void has disappeared.

Chu Moli was pale, panting slightly, and threw the red silk in his hand aside.

With a twist of his wrist, a cup of tea appeared at the tip of his finger, and he sipped it slowly.

Han Chujiu closed his eyes and let out a suffocating breath, finally calming down.

He looked at Mu Yan and Chu Moli again, the expression in his eyes was difficult to understand.

It took a long time to say: "Boy, do you know where that just appeared?"

This kid is of course called Chu Moli.

Chu Moli twitched his lips, "Although I haven't seen it, I guess it is from the Jiuli tribe."

Han Chujiu snorted coldly: "I don't know if your kid is smart or just came from the Jiuli tribe."

He looked at Mu Yan, and said solemnly: "Good boy, the strange building that just appeared, and the strangely dressed people are the Jiuli tribe."

Mu Yan's spirit was shocked: "Senior brother cast a soul-chasing curse on the red silk left by Li Weiran, and a scene from the Jiuli tribe appeared. Does that mean that Li Weiran is still alive in the Jiuli tribe? "

Chu Moli took a sip, and said casually, "Perhaps."

A light flush appeared on the pale face.

Mu Yan's expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed the cup in his hand, and the mellow aroma of wine came over her face.

The corners of her mouth twitched, "Who made you drink?"

Chu Moli opened his mouth to speak.

Mu Yan had already taken out a pill and put it into his mouth relentlessly: "I don't want to live long and say it early, I don't have to waste divine power to save you."

Chu Moli swallowed the huge pill with difficulty.

Then he watched Mu Yan search all the wine in his storage space, and couldn't help but sighed softly: "Little Junior Sister, you really look more and more like the big brother, and you can control everything, mother-in-law."

Mu Yan grinned with a grinning grin. She squeezed her hands together and made a creaking sound: "Will you give it a try? When I beat the lame, I don't look like a big brother."

Han Chujiu watched the interaction between the two like family members and friends, and his expression was a little trance.

There seemed to be many distant pictures in my mind.

However, everything is like a mirror, and it becomes empty in a flash.

All that is left is full of resentment and mess.

"Master Nine... Master Nine..."