Hearing that she had forgiven herself, and that there was such obvious joy in her eyes, Mo Yan's hanging heart relaxed.

"It's called Junyingcao, not Lily of the Valley."

Mo Yan corrected.

He had never heard such a strange name as Lily of the Valley.

"Ahh Zi Qianmo paused, realized that he had leaked his mouth again, and used the name of the demon clan, so he hurriedly said, "I'm talking about Junying Grass." ”

Not good.

She always unconsciously reveals her stuffing, goes on like this, and eats jujube pills.

We need to be vigilant!

"Then why did you call her Lily of the Valley?" Mo Yan was not so easy to deal with, he was a very attentive man, staring at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see the depths of her soul.

Ziqian Mo's lips moved slightly: "This ...... Hmmm......"

Regarding her hesitant attitude, Mo Yanfeng's eyes became deeper and deeper: "Huh? ”

Zi Qianmo's little heart was beating wildly, as if he had done something bad and was caught: "I started it myself." ”

"Oh?"

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, showing a strong interest in this, "Why did you give Jun Yingcao another name?" Let's talk about it. ”

He took a step closer in her direction.

Mo Yan was very tall, close to one meter nine, while Zi Qianmo's body was only fifteen years old, relatively petite, only to the position of his chest. As soon as he approached, she immediately felt a huge sense of oppression.

The whole person was surrounded by the breath on his body.

It became a little difficult to breathe.

"Because this flower looks like a little wind chime." Ziqian Mo's ears were a little hot, and he raised the freshly picked lily of the valley flower in his hand and displayed it in front of him like a treasure.

Right!

That's a good answer.

Anyway, except for those extremely ancient demons from Kunlun Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, no one knows about Lily of the Valley at all.

Those big demons, as long as she gives an instruction, she will be obedient and will not leak her mouth.

Mo Yan lowered her head slightly, looked at her beautiful little face with deep eyes, looked at her nervous lips pursed slightly, and looked at the extremely cute and elegant white flower in her hand.

"Indeed it is."

"Right." Zi Qianmo's tense nerves relaxed a little.

Fooled past b( ̄▽ ̄)d

She really has the same wit back then.

"Next question." Mo Yan didn't plan to let her go, but instead approached half a step, and the distance between the two people narrowed again, "Who is the immortal in your dream?" ”

That's what he cares about the most!

Zi Qianmo's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, and he blinked, trying to keep his composure.

Our demon king is still noble and glamorous today.

"I don't know."

This answer obviously couldn't satisfy Mo Yan, he frowned, "I don't know? So how does she pass on your medical skills? How to teach you to refine the elixir that widens the muscles and veins? ”

Zi Qianmo was vigilant, and said coldly: "Are you interrogating prisoners?" ”

asked her if Lily of the Valley didn't count, and also questioned about the "fairy".

Mo Yan is suspicious of her!

Realizing this made her a little unhappy. The joy of just receiving the lily of the valley flower was washed away a lot.

Mo Yan was stunned by her words, did not give up, did not show it on his face, and said: "Miss Seven misunderstood, I am just curious about the identity of the immortals." ”

Zi Qianmo snorted softly in his heart, curious?

"Even if she is an immortal, how can her true body let me and other mortals see it, she passed on my medical skills, only her voice, and her body was covered by the swirling fairy aura and the diffuse fog."

A look of disappointment crossed Mo Yan's black pupils.