After speaking, she sat on the ground without any image, which was just convenient for her to draw the inscription.

Instantly felt Mu Yunhao, who was from his own second young man and extremely dangerous gaze, "......"

Second young lady, can't I be wrong, can you not say it so ambiguously?

Mu Yunhao was worried that Lu Zijia had destroyed the Holy Dragon Sword, and on the other hand, he had to bear the cold gaze of his second young man, not to mention how sad he was.

Before Lu Zijia drew an inscription on the Holy Dragon Sword, he thought about it and decided to draw a defensive inscription.

Mu Tianyan can't use his internal force now, if something happens, he can still use this holy dragon sword to block it.

Thinking so, Lu Zijia began to do it.

No matter what, once Lu Zijia does it, he will devote himself wholeheartedly and immerse himself in it.

Looking at Lu Zijia's decent posture, Mu Yunhao and the others, who originally thought that Lu Zijia was fooling and wanted to trap them, couldn't help but look at each other a little.

However, although their hearts were full of doubts and curiosity, they did not speak at this time.

Mu Tianyan sat next to Lu Zijia, and naturally saw all her movements clearly.

It's just that I don't understand what she's doing.

If she said that she was drawing the talisman, she drew the text directly on the weapon.

But to say that she was joking, it doesn't look like it.

Because, her expression was too serious and solemn, and he could faintly feel that there was a power in Lu Zijia's hand holding the pen, which was a powerful force that he had never felt.

It was only soon that Mu Tianyan turned from shock to frowning, and a faint worry appeared in his eyes.

As Lu Zijia's face became more and more pale, Mu Tianyan's brows wrinkled more and more tightly, and even the hand on the armrest unconsciously clenched into a fist.

He wanted Lu Zijia to stop, but he was afraid that Lu Zijia would be injured if he bothered, so he could only suppress the impatience in his heart.

As time passed quickly, Lu Zijia's face became more and more pale, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

A moment later.

"Zheng—"

At the moment when the inscription was drawn, the Holy Dragon Sword emitted a humming sound, giving people an extraordinary feeling.

"Well, it's not going to be a failure. ”

Looking at the defensive formation that still insisted on completing in the end, Lu Zijia seemed to be greatly relieved.

Sure enough, with her current level of cultivation, drawing the inscription was still reluctant.

In addition, the inscription pen in his hand is only a half-finished product, which is even more reluctant, and it is already very good to be able to grit his teeth and insist on completing an inscription.

It's just that the feeling of serious depletion of spiritual power in the body is really uncomfortable!

Seeing that Lu Zijia stopped drawing, Mu Tianyan did not look at the Holy Dragon Sword that had accompanied him for many years, but helped Lu Zijia to sit back on the sofa as soon as possible.

"How are you? Do you want to see a doctor?"

Observing that her lips were dry and peeling, Mu Tianyan casually picked up the cup on the coffee table and handed it to Lu Zijia's lips.

It is rare for someone to serve, Lu Zijia naturally will not refuse, and he opened his mouth and drank all the tea in the cup.

Seeing this, Mu Tianyan personally poured her another cup of tea, and when he was about to pour the third cup of tea, Lu Zijia refused.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little out of strength. ”