Chapter 247 Decide to go to the blood pool

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Wuyou couldn't help but raise his chin and muttered in a low voice: "Everything is inherited by the little baby... Unprecedented, never come later, and his handsome and unparalleled beauty!"

"..." The six monks.

Everyone is a strong man with deep internal strength, and any movement and sound around him will naturally not escape their ears.

So if Wuyou said anything, they would naturally be able to remember everything.

Not to mention...

The boy in red who is already close to him and has unfathomable martial arts skills.

He seemed to be stunned by Wuyou's words, his deep purple phoenix eyes were confused and looked a little cute.

“…” Wuyou.

What a damn girl!

Why did he suddenly realize that this young man is inexplicably more seductive than him?

Tsk, this confused look on your face?

Can't even resist it, either a man or a woman?

Moreover, why did he feel familiar with the young man’s phoenix eyes?

Wuyou wrapped her chest with one hand, supported her head with the other hand, and tilted her head for a moment.

But I still didn't remember where I had seen it.

Forget it, I don’t want to! Who does he look like?

Thinking of the boy's murmur just now, Wuyou's eyes flashed and he coughed twice, "I just heard you say Noor..."

Before he finished speaking, his neck tightened and the suffocation reached its peak instantly.

"Wait, wait a moment!" Wuyou couldn't help rolling his eyes while saying with difficulty: "Nuoer is my daughter. If you hurt me at all, she will definitely avenge me!"

What if he is, the master is also a father.

The little kid is his daughter, his worry-free daughter!

He said yes, then it must be!

"Daughter?" The boy was stunned again.

Wuyou nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, that's the daughter!"

"……"juvenile.

There was unconcealed suspicion in her purple eyes.

Noel's father?

The man in front of him looks like he is only in the twentieth crown and is at an age.

But although Nuoer in this life seems to be in her late bloomer, she is still twelve or thirteen years old.

It can be seen from this that the two of them are simply impossible to be a woman.

Thinking of this man's courage to take advantage of Nuoer so much, the young man's body was filled with black air.

Wuyou keenly sensed the danger and immediately understood something.

So, he hurriedly explained: "It's the master, the adoptive father, not the biological child."

He paused and continued, "Her father is in Wei State and is the most beloved little princess of the Mi family in the Duke of Yi State."

"Mi Family?" The boy narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dangerous, and he said in a faint voice: "The little princess you love the most?"

The sound was like the cold wind in the winter, with the biting coldness below zero or tens of degrees below zero.

"..." Wuyou couldn't help but shivered.

He pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly: "This young man is very worried about the safety of his young disciple. I hope you can tell her where she is at this time? Is she safe?"

It can be seen that this young man not only occupies a high position, but also has a strong possessive desire.

Therefore, in order not to anger the teenager, Wuyou wisely changed the topic.

A red light flashed in the boy's purple eyes, and he stared at Wuyou for a while.

He lowered his head slightly, and his fragments of hair blocked the gloomy look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the young man sneered: "Get out of here!"

A powerful airflow emanated from all over his body, shaking Wuyou and the six old monks away.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded indoors.

Immediately afterwards, everyone spit out an old mouthful of blood: "Puff..."

“…” Wuyou.

He covered his aching chest and sat up against the wall.

He rolled his eyes silently in his heart and complained: "If you disagree, you will turn your back. Is this young man not a lunatic?"

Thinking of this, Wuyou looked at the boy carefully.

The boy was still standing in the air, his eyes were cold and his silver hair was fluttering.

When he met Wuyou's eyes, he suddenly smiled strangely: "Nuoer, I belong to me alone."

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot.

Wuyou: "…"

Sure enough, I was sick, and I was very sick.

He withdrew his gaze and looked around vigilantly.

The thick black air gathered from all directions again, and Wuyou didn't care about complaining about the young man, so he hurriedly said to Hengkong: "Master Hengkong, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go to other places to look for it first!"

The boy suddenly went crazy just now, and obviously had an unknown connection with the little baby.

Wuyou suddenly remembered a series of strange things that happened in the tomb.

Why does the incorruptible corpse in the crystal ice coffin look exactly the same as the little baby?

There are also blue light, white clothes, and the magical space he now has...

Everything is strange and mysterious.

A bold idea suddenly appeared in Wuyou's mind...

"What the donor Wuyou said is reasonable." Hengkong covered his chest, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued: "If the donor Wuyou does not object, I suggest going to the blood pool first."

At that time, the master slapped them out of the underground palace with one palm in the blood pool, which made them save their lives.

But there was an emergency at that time, and no one knew how they left the palace under the master's palm.

I guess there must be some mechanism there?

But they don't know yet?

Hearing this, Wuyou stared at me and pondered for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Okay! That's all for the time being."

Anyway, the boy cares so much about the baby, so she should not be in danger of life.

Thinking of this, Wuyou's hanging heart finally relaxed and turned back to the appearance of a romantic and unruly young man.

He stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his body carelessly, then waved his hand and said, "Go!"

Hengkong and his brothers looked at each other and followed closely.

On the way to the Blood Pool, the black air around was already much less.

"Old monk, are you sure this is the road?" Wuyou held the folding fan in his hand, his face a little unfavorable: "We have been walking for several hours, right? Haven't we reached our destination yet?"

Finally, he said, "Is this underground palace so big? Why don't I believe it?"

Even if you visit the largest Wei Palace among the four countries, it will take only five or six hours, right?

Although there is no light around, and there is occasional black gas to cause trouble, it will more or less affect some speed.

But they are all martial arts practitioners. Although they cannot walk in the dark, they are like daytime, but they will not reach the point of difficulty.

"Amitabha!" Hengkong clasped his hands together, and kept tugging the Buddhist beads in his hands: "Wuyou donor, the smell of blood here is obviously much stronger than before. I guess he has never taken the wrong path."

After a pause, he frowned and said, "But... when we came with our master, we did not walk so far."
Chapter completed!