After a long time, she opened her eyes and thought, Gu Xiuyuan's brushwork is very vigorous, not as fine as this, and if you look at it so closely, it is obvious that this painting skill is absolutely superior. It definitely didn't come from Gu Xiuyuan's hand.

She stood on tiptoe and looked at Xiao Xian's slender figure in the courtyard holding a kite that was enough to hang on a tree.

Finally, it dawned on me.

- It must have been painted by a famous artist who spent a lot of money to find Lao Gu!! Fortunately, she was witty, otherwise she would have almost been deceived by him!!

She said, how can the master be a lone sword!! Hum!!! Big liar!!

She almost lost it and believed it.

But Mu Zisu suddenly thought of something, she quickly ran to Xiao Xian's side, grabbed him by the collar, and stood on tiptoe to stare at the tear mole beside his eyes. The tangyuan and Feng Yasong on the side all came over curiously.

Legend has it that there is a tear mole next to the eyes of a sword lone show, and there was a kind of man's 'dotting' shape in the market back then, which was prevalent because everyone imitated the cinnabar tear mole of a sword lone show.

Xiao Xian blinked and looked at her suspiciously, "Gluttony, you-"

Mu Zisu suddenly stretched out his hand and rubbed the tear mole in the corner of his eye.

“…… What are you doing, tap, it's also fleshy ......"

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and then Xiao Xian watched Mu Zisu turn around and walk back to the room, Mu Zisu said as he walked, "Coincidence!" It's an absolute coincidence! Tear moles, who doesn't grow! Uncle Wang, the cook, still has it! What can it say! All in all, Master could never be alone! ”

However, a thought crept crept up in her heart that she was not aware of.

- How good it would be if Master really had a single sword.

In the past two days, the disciples of the Immortal Palace Medical Hall have taken good care of Yijian Xilai, and Mu Zisu just went to see him from time to time and greeted him a few words. His injuries have gradually improved, but he can't do his luck yet.

But in one afternoon, the Immortal Palace Medical Hall came with bad news again-a sword came from the west and lost his sight.

When Mu Zisu heard the news and arrived, the room where Yijian came west was very messy, all the porcelain bottles on the table were knocked over to the ground, shattered, and there was a large pool of blood on the ground. Yijian Xilai's clothes were scattered, the ink was scattered, and he looked very embarrassed, he stumbled and groped with his hands, and wanted to walk out, Mu Zisu stepped forward and suddenly grabbed his hand.

She looked up at the two wisps of blood and tears beside his eyes, even though he was seriously injured and his face was pale and haggard, she still couldn't hide his innate demeanor.

Mu Zisu looked at him, a pain in her heart for no reason, she tried to calm his irritable emotions, but her voice trembled unconsciously, "Don't be afraid...... I, I'm here. I'm Shiso, don't be afraid, it's okay, do you believe me? A sword from the west......"

Yijian Xilai heard Mu Zisu's voice, his emotions seemed to be stable for a moment, he lowered his voice, wanting to stop himself from being so out of shape, and said, "Zisu, you, let me go." His voice was a little poignant, and the two bloody tears made her feel even more distressed.

He said: "It is not easy for me to survive. I can't bother you any more. ”

"Don't talk to me about that again! I told you I was going to heal you! Are you leaving? Where can you go? Back to the door? ”

A sword came to the west and was silent.

"Don't lie to me, you are a layman and a man, and many demon cultivators have made enemies, in order not to implicate the Daomen, you have long been expelled by the master! Right!? How could you possibly go back! ”