Because the head of the sect is sick.

When everyone in the Stygian Moon Palace heard this, they all choked up and were speechless.

What can be wrong with this sect leader who is as strong as a calf? How did they not know? Is there a brain disease?

Catching up with Mu Yan's puzzled gaze, Ji ruthlessly stiffened his head and said: "This sect master's illness can only be cured by the thirteen needles of Tianmen, and you are the only descendant of Mu Tianxing, so this sect leader only believes in you." ”

Ji's ruthless explanation was reasonable, Mu Yan thought for a moment, and sure enough, he stretched out his hand towards him.

Ji ruthlessly stared at Mu Yan's outstretched hand towards him with anxiety, his breathing gradually stopped, and even his heartbeat began to be disordered.

At this moment, everything around him fell silent.

He wondered, when was the last time they held hands?

In the brightness of the depths of time, or in the moments of cardamom years?

He couldn't remember, but ...... He still remembered the slight coolness of her fingertips, the softness of her palms, and the anticipation and brightness of those eyes.

It turned out that he had indeed forgotten a lot, and at the same time he had remembered a lot......

It's all about her.

But the next moment, Ji Wuru was pulled back from the depths of her memory.

Mu Yan's hand missed his, and he leaned straight into the placket of his clothes, where was the Neijing Exercises he had snatched from her.

After confirming that the exercises were not damaged, she bowed her head and said: "Sect Master, rest assured, healer parents, I will treat your illness, as for these twenty years of skill, there is no need." ”

After speaking, Mu Yan turned to look at a tall and burly man with a beard, and said, "There is Lao, a strong man, to take us to the wing." ”

The strong man who was named only felt a chill on his back, and if he could, he wanted to shrink himself into a little quail!

The strong man stammered, "This ...... Your Residence Sect Master has not yet commanded it. ”

Mu Yan was helpless, and turned his gaze to Ji Wuru, who withdrew his hand without a trace, clenched his fist hidden under his wide sleeves fiercely, and said with an uninhibited smile: "Do you know what these twenty years of skill represent?" ”

"Admittedly."

"Then why not? Today, the sect leader is in a good mood, but tomorrow after this village, there will be no such shop. ”

Mu Yan shook his head firmly: "Thank you for the sect leader's love, I don't need it." ”

Ji ruthlessly wanted to argue a few words, but when she met her silent and slightly cool eyes, she couldn't say anything.

She used to be like this, never chasing or coveting things that didn't belong to her.

She will be spoiled by him and demand from him because in her eyes, he is hers......

But what did he think at that time?

He only thinks she is the most insatiable woman in the world......

And now, he wished she could be greedy, even a little bit......

In that case, is there a possibility that he will squeeze into her sight?

"That's it, I don't know what to do." Ji ruthlessly seemed to have teased Mu Yan enough, and waved his hand impatiently, "In this way, starting tomorrow, this sect master will teach you to practice the internal scripture exercises of the "Thirteen Needles of the Heavenly Gate". It must not be refuted, this sect leader does not want to put his life in the hands of others. You, take Miss Mu to Lihuazhai, and as for this man, throw it away in Fengxue Pavilion. ”

Lihuazhai is the most luxurious palace in the entire Stygian Moon Palace, originally everyone in the Demon Sect thought that it would be Ji Wuru's own residence, but after it was built, Ji Wuru did not live in it except for going to see it every once in a while.

And now, he actually wants to give up Lihuazhai to Mu Yanzhu?!

Did Mu Yan give their sect leader a trick? What the hell are they missing?!

"Still not going?"

Ji Wulu's voice was cold to the bone.

"Yes! Master! ”