"Little junior sister, help..."

"Master... our seniority is different," Feng Qingcheng smiled leisurely: "But for the sake of our fellow disciples' decay, I may save you..."

The muscles on Simonro's face trembled suddenly and he suddenly looked at Mu Chenxiao, "Do you keep your word?"

He didn't think this man would kindly let him go.

"If you don't believe it, forget it," Feng Qingcheng shrugged indifferently: "Of course, my master is a smart man, so he naturally knows that there is no feast in the world."

Simonro naturally knew this truth, but with their friendship, it was probably a great price to pay for it.

"What do you want to exchange?" Simonro's eyes wandered between Mu Chenxiao and Feng Qingcheng: "Is Mu Rourou's antidote?"

"Since she has left, she naturally doesn't need your so-called antidote," Mu Chenxiao looked at him coldly: "I'm just a little confused. What did you do to her? Will she hate you so much? She killed you with a sword, but instead made you look like this..."

His words and eyes made Simonro's expression froze, and then he smiled embarrassedly: "Even if I say these things, you won't fully believe them. As for this, I think it's more appropriate for you to ask her personally."

"Senior Brother, you are so cunning," Feng Qingcheng suddenly chuckled and said, "You know that Mu Rourou is no longer here, so you boldly pushed the bag to her. If she were here, you wouldn't dare to say these words so calmly, right?"

Her words turned, and a cold light suddenly burst out from her eyes, and the sharp sword-like Ling cut on Simonro's body.

"But from a woman's perspective, your sins are afraid that they will be able to repay them if they die..."

Simonro's eyes instinctively looked at Mu Chenxiao, and quickly changed the subject: "What do you want to know from me? Are you the mastermind of the whole thing?"

Mu Chenxiao smiled coldly disdainfully and raised his eyebrows proudly: "The things you are referring to are irrelevant to us. If Canglan had internal strife and smoke was everywhere, he could have been defeated without a fight. We, Beiyuan, sent troops..."

"What else do you ask about this?" Simonro's eyes suddenly became alert: "Or, what are you trying to know about?"

Mu Chenxiao suddenly took a step forward, looked him carefully, and said in a deep voice: "I remember your national master once said that you are hundreds of years old... yes?"

"He's lying," Simonro quickly denied, "How can such words be trustworthy?"

"No... Feng Qingcheng suddenly smiled deeply: "If you are my master, then the national teacher is indeed true... If you are not, then the friendship between us will not be that deep."

This sentence seemed to have taken Simonro's army and smiled bitterly: "I have neglected this... I have forgotten this one after another."
Chapter completed!