Chapter 417: I Am Not a Saint

"Each of us has our own way of living, and I just stay true to my heart."

Jiaowu knew in her heart that what Mu Yunxuan wanted to know was the way to enter the forbidden area of ​​the witch clan. Even if she died, she would not tell Mu Yunxuan. Jiaowu looked at Mu Yunxuan with determination.

Mu Yunxuan's eyes were like a cold ghost staring at her, as if full of ill intentions. Seeing Jiaowu's eyes, he understood Jiaowu's thoughts.

Jiaowu noticed this strange gaze, followed the feeling, and met Mu Yunxuan's eyes, she smiled faintly at him.

In Mu Yunxuan's eyes, this smile was a naked provocation.

But Mu Yunxuan is no one else. He is calmer than anyone else.

"Really? I have many ways to get you to tell me about the aura screen. Should you speak out about the existence of the aura screen yourself, or should I ask my son to bring the soul-eating spirit over so that you can speak and tell more about the Witch Clan? What's going on?"

Mu Yunxuan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

When she heard the word Soul-Eating Spirit, her delicate body trembled obviously. She knew how powerful the Soul-Eating Spirit was. It was a very ancient artifact, and it would be so terrible in the hands of a five-year-old Su Qi. Let the world fall down!

"Does the Holy Lord of Yuncheng, who is famous all over the world, also like to play tricks in secret? Would he use such despicable means to deal with a weak woman like me?"

"I am not a saint. I will use even more despicable methods to deal with people like you who want to harm my family. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Mu Yunxuan looked away, calmly and calmly, but there was an obvious killing intent in his eyes.

"I'll give you one more night, Qing Feng. If she doesn't tell you, I'll kill her tomorrow night."

Mu Yunxuan said coldly, "There is no news here. Are there six wizards still alive?"

"Yes, Holy Lord."

Qingfeng nodded.

Mu Yunxuan turned around and went out. He was afraid that Mo'er would be worried if he didn't see him after being out for a long time.

Sure enough, as soon as Mu Yunxuan entered the door, he saw Su Zimo sitting up from the quilt.

"Yunxuan, where did you go when you didn't sleep at night?"

Su Zimo looked at Mu Yunxuan sleepily.

Mu Yunxuan approached, she frowned and wrinkled her nose, "Why does it smell like mold?"

Mu Yunxuan raised his hand and smelled it. Really, he knew it would smell.

"Mo'er, the person who wanted to kill you in your sister's room during the day was Jiaowu who was next to Geng Sangyao. She asked me to arrest her just after she left the palace. There is a fire spirit stone called the breath screen in the forbidden area of ​​​​the witch clan. Jiaowu There may be something on Wu's body. I told Qing Feng that if she doesn't hand it over tomorrow night, Qing Feng will kill her. She is a witch clan and her cultivation level is not low. She is at the peak of the Saint Xuan stage. , keeping it is just a disaster.”

"Yunxuan, we have revenge. We can't kill every Wu clan member. We can trample them under our feet in other ways. Sometimes, dying is easy, but living is painful."

Su Zimo's voice was clear and cold. It was not the gentle water of a gentle woman. At this moment, it was like the softest water, gently wrapping Mu Yunxuan's heart and caressing his heart. Mu Yunxuan looked at her His eyes became softer.

Su Zimo also looked at him, and the two smiled at each other.

The temperature in the room gradually increased. The atmosphere began to change.

Mu Yunxuan gently moved closer to Mu Yunxuan. Su Zimo blinked and said, "Yunxuan, you have a strong musty smell on your body. Go wash it off quickly."

Suddenly, Mu Yunxuan felt as if someone had poured cold water on him, and all his enthusiasm disappeared instantly.

"Mo'er."

Mu Yunxuan looked at her aggrievedly.

"If you don't take a shower, you won't have to rest on the bed tonight."

After Su Zimo finished speaking, she slipped into the quilt again. She could feel the softness on her body, and sleep gradually came over her.

When Mu Yunxuan saw her appearance, he quickly walked inside.

When I was drifting off to sleep, I felt an icy cold feeling behind me.

Su Zimo frowned, let out a low cry, and then fell into the cold embrace, the aura of a mature man instantly enveloped her.

Cool and then hot, she felt both extreme sensations in him.

Su Zimo's heart trembled, and she pushed Mu Yunxuan. She was so sleepy now, and her body was limp and without any strength.

Mu Yunxuan hugged her tightly from behind, bringing her closer to him.

"Mo'er."

Mu Yunxuan's voice sounded softly in her ears, dark, sexy, and indescribably sultry.

Holding his beloved in his arms, Mu Yunxuan felt that his empty heart was instantly filled. He wanted to say something to her, but looking at her in a dazed sleep, he might not be able to hear anything. In the end, he simply lowered his head and kissed her...

In the private room on the third floor of Zuiyunju, an incense burner is burning on the table, exuding bursts of fragrance.

This time Ye Qinghan got his wish and drank the wine.

After three rounds of drinking, Ye Qinghan was a little drunk.

"Shao Feng, do you know? People like Geng Sangyao, who have fought back from the lower levels and experienced countless swords and swords, have been intrigues and deceitful, their eyes are frighteningly vicious, they are as smart as foxes, and their cities are more unfathomable than black holes. , how can we defeat her calculations and scheming?"

Ye Qinghan's tone was full of drunkenness. His eyes were also a little hazy.

Murong Shaofeng looked at him calmly, without much emotion.

He said in a faint tone: "When the car reaches the front of the mountain, there will be a road. If your heart is confused, you will be confused, and your heart will be at peace."

"Haha!" Ye Qinghan smiled helplessly.

"Shao Feng, I am so worried that my heart is broken, but you are so calm with your words."

"Peace of mind is a kind of calmness that is independent of the world, just like life is always made up of little things. You are not the only one suffering all the pain. Things can still turn around, so why should you worry alone! "

Murong Shaofeng raised his glass and took a sip, his posture lazy and comfortable.

Ye Qinghan glanced at Murong Shaofeng with drunken eyes.

With a forced smile on his lips, Shao Feng, if you knew Momo's outcome, would you still smile so calmly, would you still be so calm?

"You are right! It's just difficult. As long as we don't believe in each other, the bright future will be tomorrow. Come, Shao Feng, have a drink."

Ye Qinghan said loudly, raising his glass to touch the wine glass in Murong Shaofeng's hand.

Murong Shaofeng smiled faintly without making a sound. He raised his head and poured all the wine into his mouth. The spicy taste made him enjoy it immensely.

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