Han Jiaming reached out and held Muyan's face, about to kiss her.

However, at this moment, he heard the girl's mute voice, but there was still no panic or anger: "I guess you don't dare to reveal the identity of your master, or even have no way to reveal it."

"In this case, there is no need to accompany you to perform this scene."

Muyan stretched out her hand and pushed him a few steps away.

Han Jiaming paused and looked at her with a slight frown, "What do you mean?"

He has always been very scheming, and upon hearing this, he immediately looked Muyan up and down.

It was only after it was confirmed that she was really affected by the [Lovesickness Spell] that she breathed a sigh of relief.

The girl in front of him really made him love and admire her.

Even at this stage, he can still be so calm and try to use words to provoke and fight back.

Unfortunately, the opponent she met was herself.

Han Jiaming's eyes were filled with tenderness and desire, and he was about to step forward.

Muyan raised her voice slightly and said, "Third Senior Brother, come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark room suddenly shook violently.

A gust of wind blew past, and all the candles lit in the house were extinguished.

But the light did not dim, because the walls and doors around the house once again lit up with a dazzling red light.

Golden runes appeared on it, undulating like water, and like a spider web being slowly scratched by a hand.

Han Jiaming's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked at the door of the house where the runes were most frequently gathered.

There was just a banging sound, and the talisman pattern on the door finally failed to hold up and fell apart.

Then the door opened, and dazzling light shone in from the outside, forcing Han Jiaming to close his eyes.

When he opened it again, he found two more people outside the room.

One had a stern expression, exuding a bone-chilling murderous intent, and his cultivation level was approximately at the peak of the Golden Immortal.

The other one was sitting in a wheelchair, with a pale face and a thin body, looking as if he was gentle and frail at the same time.

That was a lame man that no one would be wary of.

But Han Jiaming's eyes were focused on him for the first time, and it didn't last for a moment.

"Who are you?!"

Chu Moli smiled, stretched out his hand and tapped Muyan, "Didn't you hear that just now?"

Third senior brother!

This person is Jun Muyan's third senior brother and a disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.

When he was in Tianmei Palace during the day, Han Jiaming had witnessed several people from Xiaoyao Sect showing off their talents.

We also know their relationship with Jun Muyan’s senior fellow apprentices.

But at that time, Han Jiaming didn't take them seriously at all.

He is extremely talented and has reached the realm of Xuanxian in his early twenties.

Such a proud man of heaven is rare even in the Immortal Cultivation Continent.

But so what if they are rare?

No matter how talented you are, you are still just a mysterious person.

After Han Jiaming was surprised, he had already forgotten them.

Just like he was surprised that Demon Lord Jun Shitian would be attracted to a woman from the lower realm, but he didn't even think about investigating Ning Yanxin's identity.

In their eyes, the weak are not qualified to be remembered.

However, at this moment, Han Jiaming felt extremely regretful, regretting that he had ignored Xiaoyaomen.

His eyes were fixed on Chu Moli: "Who are you? Why can you break the seal of [Little Cursed God Land]? Even Di Mingjue and Jun Shitian can never do it. Under the world, except

…No one does it. How do you do it?”
Chapter completed!