The man standing in the middle had been paying attention to Yan Wuwu's expression, and found that the child looked like he couldn't drag it just now, and then his smart big eyes turned around, and the next second he said that he had amnesia with a confused face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This man's name is Wu Zhi, known as "Sai Zhuge ", of course his brain is not stupid, and he immediately saw that Yan Wuwu was pretending to be stupid. "Confess leniency and resist strictly, I believe you should have heard this sentence" Wu Zhi put away the folding fan in his hand and looked at him with a smile, with an expression that had already seen through him.

"What a cunning old fox!" Yan Wuwu scolded in his heart, but he was not such a person who admits defeat so easily, since he wants to pretend, he has to pretend to the end.

"What is this adult talking about? I do not quite understand. Yan Wuwu blinked, still with an innocent and harmless expression.

Just as Wu Zhi was about to speak again, the archmage sitting behind the table suddenly moved.

I saw the archmage slowly insert the sword in his hand back into the scabbard, then got up from his seat, turned around, and a strange face crashed into Yan Wuwu's eyes.

The man's face was carved with strange runes, and his blood-red eyes were as sharp as eagles, without which the man would have been handsome.

"It's just an ordinary melon baby, dragged out and thrown away!" The archmage opened his mouth coldly, his voice was clear, even if he gave such a cruel order, it made people feel like a clear spring crossing his heart, and he was indescribably comfortable.

Hearing this dragging sentence back, Yan Wuwu instantly felt like someone had lit a small flame in his heart, and it burned slowly, melon baby? Lao Tzu remembers you.

The archmage frowned slightly, his blood-red eyes suddenly gathered cold, and his body exuded an awe-inspiring kingly domineering aura, as if he was the lord of the world, proud of all living beings in the world, and the silent and unfathomable power in his body made everyone involuntarily want to bow down.

"If you want to kill me, it's useless to just remember." The archmage said word by word, his cold and piercing tone as if it had emanated from the abyss of hell...... Breath of death!

"Damn, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Yan Wuwu felt this powerful and cold aura, he felt that for a moment, every pore in his body was shrinking, and an alarm immediately sounded in his brain, this person was very dangerous!

"I said, so what, if you have the ability to let me go, I will come to you to compete in five years?" Yan Wuwu straightened his waist without fear of death, he had to have backbone to be a man, even if he lost, he couldn't lose the position.

So although Yan Wuwu was a little nervous in his heart, he pretended to be calm on the surface, God knew that at this moment, fine beads of sweat had already appeared in the palm of his clenched hand.

The archmage didn't expect Yan Wuwu to dare to speak under his own coercion, and when he was surprised, the cold aura around him dropped a few points, but the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a smile.

This little kid is kind of interesting!

"Little sister, you follow him, and in five years, take him to the Valley of the Wicked to compete with me."

The voice floated into my ears, and the voice was indifferent, a little lazy, and a little irresistible majesty.

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Yan Wuwu sat in his carriage, looked at the woman in front of him, looked away from her pretty face, and scolded secretly in his heart, "It's really seductive!" ”

"You can scold again," the woman said, turning and staring at him coldly.

"I'm rubbing, you know what other people think like that archmage?"

Yan Wuwu looked at the woman in shock, not caring at all about the attitude in the woman's tone.

The woman turned her head disdainfully, too lazy to take care of the little brat.

"Don't drag it like this, out of your territory, I'm not afraid of you, you'd better be smarter?" Yan Wuwu slowly approached, looking at the woman sitting condescendingly.

Yan Wuwu had already seen that this woman was just the strength of the general realm, if it wasn't for the taboo of ambush at the beginning, the woman and those little soldiers would not be able to keep him at all.

Yan Wuwu pinched the woman's chin hard and lifted her head slightly, so that he could see the woman's face more clearly.

The bridge of the woman's nose in front of her is small, her lips are like cherries, and her creamy skin is slightly red because of anger.

"What's your name?"

"Mu Zhixi." Looking at Yan Wuwu in front of her, there was no fluctuation in the woman's bright eyes.

"Very good, you have to be so obedient in the future, understand?" Yan Wuwu suddenly approached Mu Zhixi's ear, and gently spit out a few words with a slight coldness.

At this moment, Yan Wuwu's anger of being tied up by five flowers finally dissipated a little, and he dared to kick my ass,

Completely ignoring Yan Wuwu's approach, Mu Zhixi whispered in Mu Zhixi's ear in a voice that only two people could hear: "Do you think it's fragrant?" ”

"Incense? Do you mean your body odor. Yan Wuwu said and looked downward, looking at Mu Zhixi's neck and below, the delicate collarbone, looking down from his height, at a glance.

Suddenly, Yan Wuwu's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he retreated to the back of the carriage with a low gaze, and said in a low voice: "The Poison Sutra Mends the Heavenly Technique, you are from the Five Immortal Sect."

"I know a lot, you are really not an ordinary child, you can hide it from my eldest brother." A delicate insect flute appeared in Mu Zhixi's hand.

"When did the Five Immortal Sect also start to set foot in the mortal world and passed away, the two of us don't know each other, and from now on we respect each other like guests."

Looking at the insect flute in Mu Zhixi's hand in front of him, Yan Wuwu only felt a little stunned, and the attitude of the second-rate son changed instantly.

"Hmph." Mu Zhixi played with the insect flute in her hand, snorted sarcastically, she was still dragging it like this just now, she changed her face so quickly, put away the insect flute in her hand, and disdained to take care of him.

Yan Wuwu felt the insect flute retracted, patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and took out the Zen staff given by Master Zhaoyang and began to ponder the Zen seal.

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In the big tent of the military camp, Wu Zhi and the others looked at the archmage in front of them and stopped talking, and after exchanging glances with each other, the black whirlwind man stood up hard.

"Senior Brother Mu Zhiyi, the people of the Star Picking Empire are unpredictable, I'm afraid it's inappropriate to let the Holy Maiden follow that little kid."

The black whirlwind man looked at the archmage who was stroking his sword, and his scalp tingled.

"Wu Zhi, do you think Wen Hu is not awkward in saying idioms?" The man asked word by word, glancing at the Black Whirlwind.

The black whirlwind man was originally a little nervous, but when he heard Mu Zhiyi's words, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and the senior brother was in a good mood today, and I questioned him, but he didn't get angry.

Wu Zhi put away the fan in his hand, and hurriedly stood up and said: Senior brother said yes, but Wen Hu is also worried about the safety of the holy woman.

The corners of Mu Zhiyi's mouth slightly hooked up a smile: She is my own sister, I will not push her into the fire pit, rest assured.

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