Mu Ziyi pursed her lips slightly: "Uncle Hua, don't tell your father about them first." ”

Mu Ziyi was raised by him since he was a child, and in a word, he could hear the concerns in his heart. Hua Wuxin's eyes turned to the ink-robed man beside the woman, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he shifted his gaze to the woman, and scolded lightly: "You come back first." ”

When the sound fell, I saw the man's sleeve robe wave, cutting off the picture.

The purple crystal slowly landed on the table, and its calm was restored.

The woman's lips lifted slightly, although she was scolding her, but she could hear the distress in her tone, as well as the hint of doting.

Uncle Hua, he agreed.

……

"Brother Yun, is Aunt Yun awake?"

Yun Zhongge helped her to walk outside the private room, and said softly: "I haven't woken up yet." ”

"When you get to Zhutian City, take a look at Aunt Yun's body." Mu Ziyi was led by the man, walking slowly.

Yun Bing's body didn't know if it was the root of the disease, or if the toxins in his body had not been completely cleaned up. During this time, she was always lethargic and had a short waking time.

"Okay."

Mu Ziyi suddenly stopped, stretched out her hand to wrap her arms around the man's waist, and said softly: "Brother Yun, I can't share it for you, I'm sorry." ”

During this time, she was always causing trouble for him, but he didn't say a word of reprimand, and treated her carefully without complaint.

Hearing this, Yun Zhongge couldn't help but reach out and rub her head, and said in a doting tone: "Little fool, you just need to be by my side, you don't have to do anything." ”

That alone was content.

Mu Ziyi's eyebrows were slightly bent, and he buried his head in the man's chest, and his heart gradually settled down.

Night slowly fell, and the moonlight poured into the earth, draping the land with a layer of silver.

The woman stood quietly by the window, her eyes slightly closed, quietly listening to the rustle of the leaves in the evening breeze.

"Whoosh!" In the air, there was a sudden sound of a whirlwind cutting through the sky.

The woman's ears moved slightly, and the whirlwind in the air swept through again, and a strange breath quickly approached this direction.

Enemy?

The woman stood up, her eyes closed, and listened intently, and a slight whimper slowly came from the air.

Warcraft?

Mu Ziyi leaned forward, trying to identify the source of the sound through the night wind. After listening for more than ten seconds, I heard a very soft voice coming from due south.

"Red Cloud!" The woman snorted softly, a flash of white light flashed, and the Red Cloud Sword immediately appeared in mid-air.

"Chiyun, take me to the place where the voice of the demonic beast came from." She couldn't see it, so she could only let Chiyun Sword take her.

Chiyun Jian bent the sword body, and immediately transformed into a slender figure, reached out to take the woman's hand, and led her downstairs.

This inn was covered by the song in the clouds, so there were no other guests except them.

The voice came from due south, the voice was extremely weak, as if sensing someone approaching, the voice suddenly disconnected, and a pure power faintly flashed, as if ready to attack at any time.

Seeing this, Chiyun's eyes turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "Come out!" ”

From the reed, a white figure quickly fled into the distance, and with a wave of Chiyun's sleeve robe, a white light instantly enveloped it and imprisoned it.

"Don't hurt it." Mu Ziyi said loudly, she couldn't see it, but she could judge by the sound that it should be an injured demonic beast.

Chiyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his robe, he retracted his strength, and the white object in front of him fell instantly.