"Ahh

Outside the screen, Mu Bing, who was talking to Mu Tong, heard Luan Tao's words vaguely, screamed, and hurriedly ran in, unable to hide the horror on his face.

Unexpectedly, the young master of kung fu, who had only been around for a while, was actually involved in the great sin of the Zhulian Nine Clans. Blame him, blame him, blame him! In a moment of impatience, he knocked his head with both hands. Knowing the young master's situation, he didn't tell her the origin of the "Huomin" sword in time. I wanted to go a long way, so I hurried to say it first, but he never expected that she would bet the "Huomin" sword out.

"......" looked at Mu Bing's face like white paper, his eyes were empty, as if the three souls had disappeared and the seven spirits had disappeared. She also felt like she was short of breath as if she wasn't oxygen-deprived, and her mind was in turmoil.

Time came to an abrupt end.

After a while, Mu Qingyang swallowed his saliva.

"Go back, all of you. She didn't look up, but spoke in a feeble tone.

Luan Tao bowed his head and slowly retreated.

Mu Tong looked at Mu Qingyang on the bed in surprise, wrinkled his brows, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, as if hesitating for a moment: "...... breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and exited the door, and casually took the door up.

The room fell silent. After a while, Mu Bing, who was on the side of the pestle, moved unsteadily to the side of the bed, he only felt that his legs were weak, and he fell unsteadily under the bed, holding the edge of the bed and sitting on the ground.

Seeing Mu Bing, who was even more frightened than himself, Mu Qingyang eased his nerves, and his voice trembled a little.

"You say, in the end... What else... Emperor... Rewarded?!" The tone was questioning, but more like accusation.

"......" Mu Bing was silent, without any reaction.

"Mu. Ice!"Couldn't it be that she was scared silly!" Seeing his eyes glazed, she nervously stretched out her hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Zhulian Nine Clans! Military, we... There are nearly 100 people up and down, if you are connected... The Nine Clans and... I'm just afraid of ......" Mu Bing said incoherently as if talking to herself, completely ignoring her hand shaking in front of her eyes.

Mu Qingyang, who was already palpitating, looked at his pitiful appearance, felt pity for a while, and opened his mouth to comfort him.

"Hey, it's over, don't think about it anymore. Now the people in the General's Mansion, as well as those who are related to the Nine Clans, have already snapped on Young Master Ben's ass at this time! You don't even know that it hurts me to death. She looked at Mu Bing in a mocking tone, hoping that he would ease up a little.

"Oh... Oh......" If he was in a trance, "it hurts"! This is the first time since she was a child that she has heard her cry out for pain, and no matter how many injuries she has suffered before, she just bites her lip and does not snort. Thinking of the hundred military sticks that Luan Tao said just now, he immediately came back to his senses, and he was about to get up with the spirit of holding on to the edge of the bed.

"I, I'm going to get the medicine. ”

"No, you sit down first, it's just ten sticks. She had more important things to tell him, knowing that he was nervous, "Mu Qingyang" was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he squinted and smiled relaxedly.

"Uh?......"

Seeing that his face was not confused, she recalled, and told him as carefully as possible what had happened from going out early in the morning until now.