Mo Jiu suddenly began to cough violently, and his already thin shoulders shrugged as he coughed.

Wuchen unconsciously stretched out his hand to help Mo Jiushun smooth his back, but suddenly paused, frowning slightly, his eyes were a little dark.

At this time, Mo Jiu, who was choked by coughing, tilted his head a little and began to cough, but because the movement was too big, he couldn't control his strength, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The spout of blood was impartially sprayed on the dustless robe.

After coughing up blood, Mo Jiu stopped coughing and said apologetically: "Envoy, forgive me, Mo Jiu didn't mean to. ”

I thought I would see the unique manifestations of Wuchen's various strange cleanliness, but after waiting for a long time and not getting any response, Mo Jiu turned his head to look at Wuchen.

Wuchen lowered his eyes and looked at the blood stains on the sleeves of his robe, and his long eyelashes were half-drooping, covering the emotions in his eyes, he seemed to be stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The blood on the dustless purple robe was like a blooming plum blossom, which added a different kind of beauty to him.

This made Mo Jiu, who was deliberately trying to provoke him, feel bored, and turned back in a daze, not looking at him again.

Wuchen didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't speak again, and the atmosphere between the two was a little delicate.

At dusk, when the two arrived at an inn, Wuchen took the lead in flying off his horse and walked into the inn.

Mo Jiu considered the possibility of escaping on horseback, sighed lightly, turned over and dismounted and entered the inn.

"Shopkeeper, come to two first-class rooms."

Without waiting for Wuchen to speak, Mo Jiu proudly threw out a silver ingot.

The shopkeeper of the inn was a middle-aged man with a small beard, and when he saw Yinzi's eyes glowing, he also said with an embarrassed face: "This guest officer, the shop is full today, and there is only one room left." ”

Such a coincidence? Mo Jiu couldn't help frowning.

"Okay, got it."

Wuchen's face was still pale and pale, making people suspect that the words just now did not come from his mouth.

The shopkeeper is actually very afraid that this rich objective will leave because of a dissatisfaction with a room. As soon as he heard that the other colleague objectively agreed to a room, for fear that they would regret it, he immediately called Xiao Er to show them the way.

The shopkeeper was just about to get the ingot of silver, and the silver was put away by Mo Jiu.

"Shopkeeper, this is the money for two rooms......"

Before Mo Jiu's words were finished, a silver ingot flew over from the table in front of the shopkeeper and landed in front of the shopkeeper impartially.

"Add another quilt to the room and make a bunk, this silver should be enough."

Mo Jiu thought that since Wuchen was going to lay the floor, and the silver was still from him, he didn't say anything more, and followed Xiao Er to the guest room on the second floor.

The room is not big, but it is reasonably clean. But after Wuchen saw the room, he still frowned.

I saw him wave his sleeve slightly, and the room instantly became spotless as if it had been washed.

Even the quilt that Xiao Er hugged in to lay on the floor did not see a trace of dust.

This...... What is hex? With spiritual power, you can even save on laundry?

Seeing the surprise on Mo Jiu's face, Wuchen said, "It's just a simple cleaning technique." ”

Mo Jiu walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down, making a gesture to take off his shoes.

"I said, Lord Messenger, you are so powerful, teach me to cultivate. I'm going to enter the Black Underworld Forest, isn't it dangerous to have no spiritual power at all? After all, Mo Jiu is a disciple of Emperor Zun, and if he really died in the Black Underworld Forest, he doesn't want to see it, right? ”

"Get up!"

Wuchen's voice was slightly cool, and his body was close to the edge of the bed, looking at Mo Jiu condescendingly.