Chapter Thirty-Eight: Young Mukong (3)

"Is this a rattle? But it's not like this, the rattle is not like this, it looks like a drum used by the Wu clan for sacrifices. Luo Luo said, and then stared at the rattle in Mu Yunfeng's hand and looked at it, he didn't know this drum, but he felt that he had seen it somewhere, when did he see it, and who used it?

"Miss...... Yun'er, you take it first, this drum is very important, don't lose it first, there must be a reason for this situation, I will find out about this matter as soon as possible, don't worry. ”

Mu Yunfeng nodded, and then left with a rattle, she didn't go to Mu Yanyu, Mu Yanyu had already rolled up and left at the moment, stole the admission letter, and went to live in her sweetheart's house temporarily, because she was afraid that Mu Yunfeng would settle accounts with her, after all, she had poisoned her in the first place, and that spiritual power, even if she was a sister, it was impossible to forgive her easily.

Mu Yunfeng took the rattle to her mother's room to rest, she didn't go to her own room, her room was not occupied by people at all, there were many rats and cobwebs in it, and if she went, she would suffer from it.

Mu Yunfeng sat on the edge of the bed, waving the rattle in his hand, the thick sound sounded over and over again, and he couldn't hear anything different, the sound was the same as an ordinary rattle.

At this time, Mu Yunfeng held the rattle's thumb and moved slightly, the stinging sensation hit, and she wanted to throw it out, but she couldn't let go of her hand, as if she was glued to the super glue, and the soft purple light came out from the center of her eyebrows and emitted onto the rattle, Mu Yunfeng could feel the heat on her forehead, which became more and more intense, she couldn't help but look down towards the rattle, only to see that the rattle had already left her palm, hanging in front of her eyes, and slowly rotating in front of her.

The light that came from the center of her eyebrows did not diminish with time, but became more and more dazzling, and finally, a patch of red covered her.

"If you don't open your eyes, are you going to let this seat pass?" A cold voice sounded, but she didn't know if it was Mu Yunfeng's illusion, she always felt that there was a bit of a smile in that voice.

Mu Yunfeng opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a face that was alluring to the country and the city, he was wearing spotless white clothes, with a green hosta on his head, standing with his hands on his feet, stepping on lotus flowers, showing very shallow patterns on his clothes, and the breath exuded from his body was like a lotus flower out of the dust, out of the mud but not stained, and clear ripples but not demons.

Mu Yunfeng looked around vigilantly, and then his eyes fell on the person in front of him, he was not very old, and he had a little elegant, fresh and refined feeling, that person was in his twenties.

Who is this person, why is she here, when she opened her eyes, she found that she was no longer in the room, but in an enclosed space, and she was surrounded by fog, white smoke occupied here, and it was full of smoke.

What's going on?

How did she get to this place.

"You are Feng Qing's daughter." Dressed in white clothes on his body, he looked like a lotus flower out of the dust, and his cold eyes seemed to not eat the fireworks of the world, he smiled, with a dangerous aura on his body.

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Smack!" A thick vine suddenly appeared from behind Mu Yunfeng, and it whipped Mu Yunfeng's back hard, and within a while, blood flowed out of his back.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter, this seat owes someone a favor, accept the first person to enter here as an apprentice, from now on, this seat is your master."