Wuchen tidied up his clothes, and asked instead of answering, "Why do you apologize?" ”

"Mo Jiu has just mastered the art of flying, and he is not proficient, so he fell and hit the messenger, of course, he has to apologize. Is this also responsible? ”

After finishing speaking, Mo Jiu realized that Wuchen was untying his robe, and he couldn't help but open his eyes, not knowing what Wuchen was going to do.

Dustless eyes glanced at Mo Jiu, who was stunned, but the movement of undressing his robe in his hand did not stop.

"But if you meet the envoy, of course you will be responsible."

Mo Jiu is not a person with a poor IQ, but the brain circuits of Dustless are too peculiar, and he feels that his brain cells are a little insufficient. Like now, she had no way of understanding what it meant to be dustless.

According to common sense, Mo Jiu is now a man, and if the person he pressed was a woman, it would be understandable to say this, but Wuchen and her gender at least on the surface are both men, so how can they be responsible?

Unless Wuchen sees through her daughter's body? But immediately Mojiu denied this speculation.

Her men's appearance is completely unrecognizable outside, even if she reaches out to touch it, she can't see the abnormality, and this "equipment" has also deceived the night repair, and it is impossible to deceive Wuchen.

Wuchen took off his purple robe, approached Mo Jiu to look at her fierce eyes, gently hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice.

"What? Mo Junzi doesn't want to be responsible? ”

Wuchen leaned too close, a handsome face enlarged in front of him, Mo Jiu's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his voice was a little stiff.

"Lord Messenger, Mo Jiu doesn't understand how to be responsible?"

Suddenly, there was something more in Mo Jiu's arm, and when he looked down, it was the robe that Wuchen had taken off.

"It's dirty, wash the envoy."

After speaking, Wuchen also stood up, and out of nowhere, he took out a purple robe of a similar style and began to put it on his body.

Mo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it just cleaning?" ”

Hearing this, Wuchen's clothed fingers paused, and threw a sneer at Mo Jiu.

"Or else? Mo Junzi can't be thinking about something that doesn't go into the flow, right? ”

Every time Wuchen called Mo Jiu a gentleman, the mockery between his words was strong. Mo Jiu didn't pay much attention to it, picked up the robe and got up.

"Where are you going? A little further down is the Black Underworld Forest. There is no water source for your laundry before entering the Black Stygian Forest. Moreover, there is a ban on spiritual power here, and you can't use flying magic, and spirit beasts can't fly. ”

These words made Mo Jiu understand why Wuchen insisted on riding a horse in the first place. Since there is a spiritual power ban in this vicinity, horses that rely on physical strength to run are definitely stronger than spirit beasts.

But since there was no water nearby, what did he do with his robe and throw it at her?

Mo Jiu had no choice but to fold the purple robe and put it in his backpack.

Wuchen got dressed and waited for Mo Jiu to come with his hands behind his back.

Mo Jiu straightened his backpack and got up, and paused when he saw Wuchen's back. Wuchen said that there was a prohibition of spiritual power here, but when she fell from the sky, she clearly felt that there was a spiritual power.

Mo Jiu asked the question.

"Lord Envoy, if you can't use spiritual power here, what happened to the spiritual power just now?"

Hearing the question, Wuchen's body paused, but he didn't look back, and walked forward: "The envoy naturally has a way." ”

Mo Jiu looked at the back with a steady pace, shook his head lightly and followed. This person is so powerful, how can there be anything, it seems that she is too worried.