Mu Xueyi's face was cold, no different from usual, she didn't answer the meaning of the explanation, turned around and left, her silence seemed to be acquiescence in Shui Yanyan's opinion, his nose was sour, and he wanted to catch up, but remembering her 'acquiescence' just now, he didn't catch up.

At night, Mu Xueyi went out, changed into a blood-like red dress and went to a remote place in the wild, overgrown with wild grasses and cold winds.

Mu Xueyi was dressed in red, and there was an indescribable weirdness in this desolate environment, she lowered her head and took out the map from her cuffs, this route was correct, but it was completely different from the map.

After a few seconds, she suddenly understood that Xu was a formation.

Mu Xueyi quickly retreated a distance, but her body gradually sank, her face was cold, as if the person who was trapped in the swamp was not her.

The more you struggle, the faster you sink.

The red gauze coat was torn apart by the internal force, the force was just right, the jade hand waved lightly, and the red gauze coat was used as a rope by her to wrap around the tree three meters away from her, and with the help of force, she jumped out of the swamp.

Because her clothes are made of ice silk, they won't break easily.

She looked down at her clothes, which were clean.

She came this time to find the world-famous blacksmith, Wu Yan, but every item she made was sky-high, but she had a strange temperament, and sometimes she was reluctant to make it even if others offered 10,000 taels of gold.

The formation changed, and the desolate scene disappeared, replaced by a palatial palace, and her red robe was transformed into a golden dragon robe, on which was embroidered with luxurious gold thread with a five-clawed golden dragon.

Mu Xue was not surprised, between her eyebrows was the dignity of everything, and the sense of oppression that belonged to the superior was all over her body, which made people dare not look directly.

She raised her eyebrows slightly with indifference, and casually looked at the dragon chair above His Majesty, which symbolized the power and status above ten thousand people.

The ministers looked at the noble and cold person for some reason, and did not understand why she suddenly stopped.

"Your Majesty?"

The cold voice contained a hint of doubt, and what caught his eye was a handsome face, Mu Xueyi looked at his handsome face, which was an innate momentum of dominating the world.

Mu Xueyi walked up the stairs step by step, her slightly cool eyes swept over everyone, and finally stopped on the dragon chair, and she didn't sit on it for a long time.

In the quiet hall, a particularly nice but cold voice sounded through everyone's ears.

She didn't know what to say, the environment gradually disappeared, and it was another scene, in the garden, the wild fragrance was fragrant, and the beautiful wood was beautiful and prosperous.

The old woman sat on the ground, her hair untied and scattered over her shoulders, ragged, carved with a piece of wood in her hand, muttering something she didn't know what she was saying.

No one would have thought that this was the world-famous Wu Yan!

She raised her head and was not surprised to see Mu Xueyi, she called her unceremoniously, pointed to a strange-shaped piece of iron on the other side, and said, "Hey! Who's that, come over here and help me get the iron out there. ”

Hearing this, Mu Xueyi's body moved slightly, and as she moved, the red clothes crossed one gorgeous arc after another in the air.

But the direction is not in the direction that Wu Yan is pointing, but Wu Yan.

"Can this be done?"

Mu Xueyi spread out the drawings in front of her and opened her mouth lightly.

There were three patterns drawn on the drawing, and Wu Yan narrowed his eyes, each of these weapons could cause a battle in the world.

Who is she?