Mo Junye glanced at it, then took Ye Zhimad's hand and prepared to leave.

But before she could take a step, the person behind her snorted, and a mouthful of blood spat out of her mouth.

"Cousin, what's wrong with you?" Bai Chenxiao came worriedly, put his hand on her back and patted gently.

Mo Junxie turned around and saw her bent over, one hand propped on her legs and knees, the other hand covering her chest, the corners of her mouth were bloodshot, and her expression was very painful.

"Crazy." He immediately reached out and helped her up, but she went limp and tilted her head back.

Mo Jun picked her up in a hurry, and asked gently and worriedly: "If you are uncomfortable, tell me quickly." ”

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I feel weak." Ye Zhifang rubbed his chest: "There is also stuffiness here." ”

After hearing this, Mo Junxie sat down, put her on his lap, and put one free hand on her chest.

Gently rubbing the area she said was dull, and a warm air flow swirled through her.

She exhaled lightly, her eyes fell on Mo Junxi's handsome face, looking at the appearance of worrying about herself, her heart fluttered and she couldn't express her distress.

She smiled, raised her hand and slapped him on the cheek, saying, "I'm fine." ”

"You're fine, so why is your face as white as a ghost." Mo Junxie pulled his face and said, then pressed her chest hard and asked, "Take a deep breath to see if it hurts." ”

She did what he said, and the pain in her chest was indeed gone.

"It's good to have an immortal by your side." Ye Zhimad didn't realize that there was a person standing behind them.

And when Bai Chenxiao saw the strange gas emitted by Mo Junxie's entry at the same time, he suddenly had doubts in his heart, feeling that the gas that lingered around Mo Junxie was not owned by a normal cultivator, but a strange aura from the Heavenly Dao.

It was the first time he had felt such a strong feeling, the same aura of strength that he had exuded for the first time.

This is exactly what he can't guess, no matter how strong the strong is, they can't get rid of the cultivator's own breath, how can it be as floating as the gas emitted from Mo Junxie's body, making it unpredictable.

Now after hearing Ye Zhifang's ridiculous words, Bai Chenxiao's body stiffened violently, his pupils shrank, and his gaze fell heavily on Mo Junxie's body.

"He ......" Bai Chenxiao raised his hand and pointed at Mo Junxie, with a surprised expression on his face.

Seeing that he seemed to have seen a ghost, oh no, seeing the expression of the fairy, Qibao walked over, shook his body, and said, "Don't be surprised, you are such a smart person, you can guess it with your brain." ”

Mo Junxie glanced back at the stunned Bai Chenxiao, didn't speak, just looked at him for a long time, and then calmly retracted his gaze, picked up Ye Zhimad, and turned his back to Bai Chenxiao.

"As Qibao said, I want you to keep this secret, so far, you are the only one who knows the Tao." ”

"Am I not human?" After Ye Zhi listened wildly, cat-like paws grabbed the placket of his shirt to defend himself.

"Well, how can you be human." Mo Junxie raised his head slightly: "If you follow me, you don't want to be a man, you can only be my lady." ”

Her face darkened, her head tilted, and she leaned on his shoulder too lazy to argue with her.

Bai Chenxiao retracted his surprised expression, stared straight at Mo Junxie, and finally relieved in his heart: "I see." ”