Is this really the young master who was always cheering and talking about what he said?

At this moment, Ouyang Qing came close to his ear and whispered in a deep and hoarse voice: "I don't mind being the wife of the Ling family, and I don't mind that Xiao Sheng is better than me. As long as I can do it in bed,

Just prove that I am your man!"

This...bastard!!

Ling Yusheng kicked the person away and returned to Muyan and the others, saying angrily: "Let's go to Ziyun Realm!!"

Muyan smiled maliciously and said, "Fifth senior brother, why don't you say goodbye to your brother Duoyi for a while? We don't mind waiting."

"Yes, yes! Xiaowu, look at our senior brother Ouyang, how reluctant he is to leave you! He is almost in love with his wife."

"Ahem...isn't our fifth sister-in-law a bride-in-law? How can it be a wife-looking stone? It should be a husband-looking stone."

Ling Yusheng: "..."

Turn the table over!! He can’t stay in this sect anymore!!

…

That day, several people from Xiaoyao Sect settled down to rest in a small town at the very edge of Canglan Realm.

At midnight, Muyan got up and silently came to the door of Chu Moli's room.

The room of the third senior brother was quiet, without any sound.

Muyan still pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a strong and putrid smell of blood.

The smell was exactly the same as what she smelled when her third senior brother got sick.

"That's true!"

Muyan felt anxious, flicked her fingers, lit the folding bag, and quickly stepped forward to lift Chu Moli's quilt.

I saw the man in the bed curled up into a ball, biting his wrist with his teeth.

His hair was disheveled, he was dripping with cold sweat, his body was constantly twitching and shaking, and from time to time, low painful moans escaped from his throat.

"Third Senior Brother!" Muyan looked down, trying to grab the wrist he was biting.

However, Chu Moli suddenly raised his head, his eyes were fierce, like an evil Rakshasa returning from hell, "Get out——!!"

His appearance was completely different from his usual gentle, elegant, modest and delicate appearance.

If a timid person sees his appearance and eyes like this, he will probably faint in fear.

But Muyan's expression did not change at all.

Her movements were very light and fast, but she couldn't resist and pulled out Chu Moli's biting hand, and took out a piece of spiritual wood for him to bite.

At the same time, he took out the Tianmo Qin and started playing it quickly.

Last time, when Chu Moli became ill, Muyan was kicked out harshly.

Later, she kept using the sound of the piano to relieve the pain of the third senior brother, and did not take a close look at his appearance when he was ill.

At this time, the sound of the piano sounded, and the third senior brother was in front of him, but Muyan was horrified and moved by the scene in front of her.

I saw a small black bump bulging on the thin legs of the third senior brother as the music played.

The little bag was like a living thing, rushing wildly through the third senior brother's meridians.

However, when it rushed to the waist and abdomen, it seemed to be blocked by some force, and then bounced back, wandering between the lower limbs again.

Muyan had a premonition.

If the barrier between the waist and abdomen disappears and the small black bag rushes into the heart or brain of the third senior brother, the third senior brother may not only be lame, but also die.

The speed of playing the Tianmo Qin in her hands became faster and faster.

At the same time, the other hand transformed into the Qijue Sword and cut the meridians on Chu Moli's feet.

Black and red blood, mixed with a stink that could make people faint, filled the air.
Chapter completed!