With her strong strength, how could she not see what Mo Zixiao was looking at at this time! She is clearly subduing the treasure left by her master!

The woman thought that she was beyond her strength, but gradually her eyes widened, where is this forcible restraint, it is clearly a small glutinous rice It is pasted upside down! Xuan Yanyun was about to stop Mo Zixiao, this was left by the master to the little master, and she couldn't be deceived.

But just when she wanted to slash at Mo Zixiao with one palm, she reacted, this treasure is judged by blood, and only the little master can get its approval, and now it is Mo Zixiao who has aroused the aura of Xiao Nuomi's recognition, and Mo Zixiao is her little young master!

Thinking like this, she thought that her master's child was a girl, and the golden spirit sword mark looming on Mo Zixiao's forehead confirmed the conjecture in her heart. Hurriedly withdrew his hand, looking at Mo Zixiao's gaze suddenly became nervous, he had just vomited blood, his body was already not good, and he couldn't eat the power of the artifact at all!

Mo Zixiao's expression became more and more painful, Xuan Yanyun was forced to control it, the master had given an order, and it was not allowed to interfere in any matter about the little master without her consent.

However, just because she can endure it doesn't mean that others can!

Seeing Mo Zixiao cough up a mouthful of blood again, the long flute felt the breath of the little master, and the long flute in the woman's hand actually played by itself!

The sound of the flute is like a trickle, with a long history, but the time of a cup of tea actually stops again, and the aftermath lingers, and the long flute trembles lightly.

And Mo Zixiao's furrowed willow eyebrows when she heard the sound of the flute gradually eased a little, as if she had relieved a lot of pain.

Seeing her stretch her eyebrows, as if she was conscious, Yu Xiao was very excited, and wanted to fly to Mo Zixiao in the mirror. Three points more anxious than the appearance of the futon!

The time of this spirit flute with the master is three points longer than that of Xiao Nuomi, and he is even happier to see the little master.

The woman waved her spotless long sleeves, stretched out her jade hand to control the long flute, and her red lips opened, as if she was discussing something with the jade flute. Mo Zixiao had such a hard time accepting a spiritual weapon, how could she let the spiritual flute also go over to increase the burden on the little master.

Looking at it, the woman seemed to respect Yu Xiao's idea very much and regarded it as a person.

Then, after struggling for a while, Chang Xiao finally regained his composure and obediently flew into the woman's hands. It's just that he still trembled lightly from time to time, feeling Mo Zixiao's breath gradually becoming weaker, silently complaining.

The woman held her jade hand tightly, and gradually oozed red blood, but she still clung to it, refusing to let go, and her face, which had always been plain, showed nervousness, entanglement, and worry.

She stared at the mirror tightly, looking at Mo Zixiao's painful expression, she wanted to make a move several times, but she forcibly withdrew it. Under the veil, the look of worry on the cheeks of the shocked man did not diminish in the slightest.

She looked at Mo Zixiao and wanted to make a move, but she understood that she couldn't make a move. This is a test given to Mo Zixiao by the master, and she will not help Mo Zixiao unless she is forced to do so. No matter how uncomfortable she is, she can't help her.

Looking at Mo Zixiao's pale and bloodless cheeks, she just couldn't stop feeling distressed. Unconsciously, I couldn't help but murmur a name.

"Xiaoxiao...... Xiaoxiao ......" The woman's eyes were filled with tears. It's just that how does she know Mo Zixiao's name? This is an unsolvable problem.

The woman stood still, motionless, blood dripping down her slender fingers onto the ground made of mutton fat jade, which was particularly dazzling.

After about half a cup of tea, Mo Zixiao's body began to tremble violently, and her already bloodless delicate face suddenly turned as white as paper, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, her closed beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and her dark pupils turned into a terrifying blood-red, with a confused look, as if she had been taken away.

At such a critical juncture when her life was hanging by a thread, Mo Zixiao was controlled by a force deep in her body, and she had no consciousness of her own.

This is a big no-no! What's more, the energy in her body is too strong, and she is about to explode and die.

It can be said that it is almost impossible for her to survive!