Mu Xuehu indifferently looked at Huan Yue and walked out with a shocked face, propped himself up and sat on the bed and stared out of the window, I don't know how long it took, he lazily stretched out his hand, staring at his fingers, between which an ethereal and illusory blood-red rope was tightly tied to his little finger, and there were several pale red ropes on his wrist, and he wanted to tear this thing off with his other hand, but found that he couldn't touch it.

The demonic qi in his heart surged, and a fishy sweetness choked in his throat, Yu Yue only knew that he forcibly opened the seal on Mu Xuehu's body, but he didn't know that this hurt Mu Xuehu's divine consciousness fiercely, he may not know very well, but Mo Yang, who lived in Mu Xuehu's divine consciousness, felt it clearly.

It turned out that he couldn't enter and exit Mu Xuehu's divine consciousness as he wanted, and he was only a little depressed: If the natal magic weapon can't enter and exit the divine consciousness freely, then it can only be explained... Mu Xuehu is either stupid or crazy, or else... - - Amnesia.

Mo Yang guessed the beginning but didn't guess the end, Mu Xuehu didn't lose his memory, but remembered some strange things, for example, he actually understood that these ropes on his fingers turned out to be the restraints of the Heavenly Dao, and everyone had these things, but... Only people like him can see it.

Mu Xuehu frowned, so what kind of person is he? Out-of-this-world? Demon? Or are they people of the god and demon system?

However, the Moyue Chain was actually opened, and there was a space inside, a space like a warehouse, but Mu Xuehu didn't like this place very much, why? The space props picked up by the person who said that it was good must be very good, it must be very handsome, it must be very rare, there must be a lot of things in it, it must be very good, and it must take out one of them are all genius treasures.

However, when he entered, he found that there was only a silver-white mask and a small pool of water.

Mu Xuehu stretched out his hand and took the mask, and an indescribable sense of familiarity came over him.

Standing by the pool, he saw that the mask covered three-quarters of his face, no more, no less, just enough to cover the place covered by the ink lotus, revealing only his lips and right cheek.

Mu Xuehu instantly gave birth to a wave of anger that was toyed with between applause, and then a mocking smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he just wanted to say something, but was pushed into the pool by a powerful force and pressed to the bottom of the water.

The mask on his face was shaken open by this force.

Mu Xuehu directly choked on a mouthful of water, and as soon as the water was swallowed, it was like being burned by fire, but the toxins that had taken root in the body were slowly pulled out at the same time and merged into the pool water, and the bones began to click, as if they were being pulled hard with absolute strength.

Mu Xuehu only felt that the oxygen was insufficient, raised his head fiercely, breathed in a big gulp of fresh air, looked back sharply but didn't see anyone, and there was no sound of anyone's breathing in the whole space, Mu Xuehu's tense nerves relaxed slightly, looked down at the pool water, and his heart kept trembling: the clear water just now has long been blackened, but it is very thorough, and he can clearly look at the face of the handsome man reflected on the pool.

Well, I have to say that this man is extremely charming, his black hair is obediently attached to his face, his eyelashes are very long, his Danfeng eyes are very good-looking, they are raised, and his thin lips feel very good, and he is perfect, perfect.

。。。。。。。 Wait a minute...

Mu Xuehu put her hand on her face with a cold face and touched it, and then uncovered her clothes in disbelief, and saw that the thing under her not only did not disappear, but became bigger...

Hehe.

Stumble!! That guy actually lied to him!! This body is actually a man!! Male!!!

To make him face the shy look of a woman... Mu Xuehu felt that he would only spit on the woman on the spot. If it's a man ...

Is he on his way to the foundation ... Is it a king?

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As soon as I entered the rotten gate, it was as deep as the sea, and from then on, I was a passerby, and I was gone on this road like a galloping grass and mud horse.