Feng Jiuwu fell his eyes on Mo Yuan, a little puzzled, when the ink-colored sword noticed the question that Feng Jiuwu was thinking about, he suddenly felt a little funny, but he didn't expect that the current Feng Zun would be a little different from the previous Feng Zun, the previous Feng Jiu Wu was like an old man who couldn't stand a little wave and drooped old, there was no emotional fluctuation at all, but the current Feng Zun would show this kind of puzzled eyes, which was really gratifying.

"Feng Zun, no, the master is the only one of them who came in, I didn't let the others into the cave, the other two came in by themselves, Feng Zun, don't you know? When you came in before......" The inky sword said this, Feng Jiuwu also understood, nodded, and was silent for a while, just when the air suddenly became quiet, Mo Yuan in Feng Jiuwu's arms snorted.

"Hmm." Feng Jiuwu paused, noticed that Mo Yuan had woken up, and quickly took out a little spring water mixed with spiritual water from the chaotic space for Mo Yuan to drink, Mo Yuan couldn't completely drink the spiritual water in his body now, so he had to add a little spring water in the space, because there is a strong spiritual energy in the space all year round nourishing every place and everything in the space, so even if it is the living spring inside, it is also full of spiritual energy, and if it is drunk by human beings, it can also strengthen the body.

Mo Yuan opened his eyes and saw his daughter-in-law, he felt very warm in his heart, very warm, and when he saw his daughter-in-law conjure a cup out of thin air, and the cup contained some turquoise water, he hooked his lips and smiled, touched his daughter-in-law's face, Feng Jiuwu put the cup on Mo Yuan's lips, and slightly helped Mo Yuan up a little, ignoring the hand on his face that was underbeaten.

The inky sword was a little stunned when it looked at this scene, did it see something? actually saw Feng Zun who gave his master water to drink, when did Feng Zun show this kind of eyes, was it helpless in his eyes, was it spoiled? What is this? Although Feng Zun died for his master in that war, in the previous relationship, only his own master paid the most, what is this?

The inky sword felt that it needed to see if this scene was real, ya, simply.

After Mo Yuan drank the water, he didn't take his hand off Feng Jiuwu's face, and Feng Jiuwu didn't mean to stop Mo Yuan, Feng Jiuwu didn't know what was going on with him at all, so she wanted to indulge this man, and she didn't know the love in the man's eyes, but she didn't dislike this kind of look, but she had a little more helplessness.

Mo Yuan came out with a silly smile at Feng Jiuwu, and said with some grievances, "Daughter-in-law, why did you come here?" Is it so dangerous here? Why didn't you ask me where to go before? If both of us know about it, we can come together, you look at the present, do you know how nervous I was when I realized that you might be in danger? And that thing bullied me, it wouldn't let me in before, and it caused me to waste so much time looking for you. "Pointing to the inky sword?

The ink-colored sword is going to be stunned, sure enough, everyone will change, but only the master's shamelessness is even after thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, the master's ability to fight a rake is still leveraged.

Feng Jiuwu was also a little helpless about Mo Yuan, so she directly pulled down Mo Yuan's hand that touched her face, and said in a low voice, "It is now your natal weapon, you can do whatever you want it." ”

It means how to deal with this inky sword, whatever you want.

The inky sword felt that it was going crazy, how could it break it when it met these two unscrupulous people? But it's a little moved.,It's also a little happy.,Finally,There's a normal scene.,It's really gratifying.,Although it will be killed by these two people in the future.,But it's okay.,It's anti-beating.,Anti-scolding.,Anti-shattering.,Should,Die,No,It's over.。。

Mo Yuan nodded a little incomprehensibly, his master was a martial artist, he had also learned martial arts since he was a child, and only Shuhan was a cultivator among several friends, and they didn't know much about the cultivator at all, so he was also a little misty about the natal contract.

Mo Yuan suddenly thought of a question, looked at his daughter-in-law with some pity, coughed lightly and said, "Daughter-in-law, take a look at whether I have the qualifications to cultivate the truth?" ”

Feng Jiuwu was stunned, and the ink-colored sword was also a little stunned, and before Feng Jiuwu could speak, the ink-colored sword shouted first, "Oh, mom, master, are you really not a cultivator?" ”

Mo Yuan glared at the ink-colored sword, and said with some disgust, "Don't make a fuss, it's disturbing." ”

The ink-colored sword rammed again, "Master, do you know how much trouble this matter will bring you if you are not a cultivator?" You don't know, ahh God, master, you're going to kill me. ”

The ink-colored sword quickly probed his divine sense into his spiritual realm, only to find that his cultivation was really d, it was definitely killed by Mo Yuan this time, if Mo Yuan was a cultivator, its cultivation would be sealed by forty percent at most, but now the master is not a cultivator, then its cultivation is not enough for other cultivators to pinch to death, and now its cultivation is only five percent of Feng Jiuwu and they came in, this decline makes it want to cry.

Mo Yuan, "......" can he kill this thing? Just when Mo Yuan was thinking about how to kill the ink-colored sword, the ink-colored sword instantly froze, and he could only accept his fate, anyway, it could only be like that.

Mo Yuan "......"

Although he still felt a little guilty in his heart when he saw this thing so dying, he still couldn't afford to offend him before this thing, hmph, he ignored this thing.

Seeing Mo Yuan like this, Feng Jiuwu suddenly felt a little funny, and raised her hand to touch Mo Yuan's head, but now she realized that Mo Yuan had been leaning on her arms...

Ahem, Feng Jiuwu quietly moved Mo Yuan's head out a little, after Mo Yuan noticed it, he didn't want to be coquettish anymore, he sat up, and saw that the ink-colored sword was still that drooping, so he whispered, "It's not promising." ”

The inky sword felt like it was going to cry, who could recover from the blow of a peerless master turning into a weak chicken? And it's not that it becomes a weak chicken by itself.,But indirectly by its own owner.,Weak chicken.。。。

Feng Jiuwu coughed lightly, pursed his red lips, looked at one person and one sword, and said, "Mo Yuan can cultivate spiritual power, but you have to check what your qualifications are, and your internal power doesn't need to be abolished, both can be cultivated." ”