"It was a dream." Mo Yuan calmed down his nervousness, slowed down his breathing, and muttered to himself. If it was a dream, it would be too real, he looked around, only the crickets on the windowsill that were caught by Yun Xuan as playthings sang vigorously, and the night wind blew the half-hidden windows, squeaking. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, the unlit room was dark, like a monster that had swallowed the light.

Mo Yuan shook his head, chased away these strange thoughts, yawned, and fell asleep again. After a while, the sound of snoring filled the room again.

The old sycamore was in the window, so dangerous, it was almost found.

He pinched a spell, stood silently beside Mo Yuan's bed, and gently lifted Mo Yuan's injured shoulder, "Heal so fast, it's good." The old sycamore stroked his beard with satisfaction. Half of the Yuan Shen who has cultivated for thousands of years has been used to heal this young man, fortunately, Xiao Ru's sword is not too deep, otherwise Lao Wutong will not be able to save this young man even if he sacrifices all the Yuan Shen.

The immortal primordial god has nowhere to be placed in the mortal body, and it will dissipate within seven days, and mortals should not be able to detect it.

"Who are you!" The sleeping boy suddenly opened his eyes, and the old Wutong subconsciously used spells to stealth, but he was still pulled by the fast-eyed young man who pulled his sleeve, and seeing that it was too late, the old Wutong quickly waved his hand to cut off the sleeve.

The old Wutong hid on the roof and quietly observed the young man. It was really careless to be able to deceive him with fake sleep, the old Wutong touched the half of the sleeve that was torn off with palpitations, I don't know if this young man saw his appearance clearly.

"Hey, I see you." Mo Yuan waved the half-sleeve in his hand and said in the direction where the old Wutong disappeared.

Lao Wutong panicked in his heart, and immediately reacted that the young man was blowing him up, but he didn't dare to stay longer, and flew in the direction of Phoenix Valley in the clouds.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no response, Mo Yuan felt bored, obviously he was seen through, and he was still hiding. The ochre-colored sleeves in his hand, which are smoother to the touch than Ruan Ruan's cheeks, must be a good fabric, Mo Yuan is vulgar, he has never had the opportunity to wear such good clothes, even Yun Xuan is a person with good manners, this kind of clothes cannot be worn. It must be an immortal, or an immortal who lives a fairly wealthy life, helping him heal the wound on his shoulder, Mo Yuan subconsciously touched his shoulder.

Mo Yuan has always been very arrogant, and he didn't really regard the old Wutong at night as a real immortal, his master traveled all over the world back then, and he also had such a ability, coming and going silently, curing diseases and saving people. Mo Yuan only felt that he seemed to be quite powerful in the past few days, and his reaction was much more sensitive, and he had made a new breakthrough in martial arts, but he couldn't have imagined that this was the reason why he was injected with half of the old Wutong's Yuan Shen.

"Yun Xuan! Yun Xuan! When the rooster crowed, Yun Xuan was roared from the bed by Mo Yuan.

"Get out of here!" As soon as Yun Xuan opened his eyes, he saw that Mo Yuan's big face, which had harmed countless innocent girls, was almost on his face, and he was so frightened that he pushed Mo Yuan off the bed with his hands and feet.

Mo Yuan was caught off guard, and his butt hurt from falling, "Wow, you're so ruthless." ”

"What are you doing!" Yun Xuan was like a little daughter-in-law who had been taken advantage of, and pulled the quilt on her body.

Mo Yuan looked at Yun Xuan incredulously, pointed at himself, and then at Yun Xuan, speechless for a while, looked at Yun Xuan, shook his head, and shook his head again.

Yun Xuan looked at Mo Yuan for a long time, and after making sure that he didn't have anything wrong with him, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, rolled his eyes, and said, "Early in the morning, what do you want to do, didn't your Yingying Yanyan accompany you last night?" ”

"What are you talking about, how can my Ying Ying Yanyan compare with Yun Gongzi." Mo Yuan patted his ass and stood up, arching his hand to Yun Xuan.

"You go out, I'm going to get dressed." Yun Xuan pointed to the door.

Mo Yuan sighed a few times, rarely obeyed Yun Xuan, and obediently waited for him outside. Yun Xuan watched Mo Yuan swagger out like a village tyrant, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"What's the matter, so early." After a while, Yun Xuan was dressed neatly, and his scattered hair was also tied into a neat bun, a young man with a heroic spirit.

"I see the gods." After Yun Xuan's question, Mo Yuan remembered what was going on, grabbed Yun Xuan's arm, and shook it vigorously.

Yun Xuan's heart was shocked, and he still pretended to be casual and said, "You're dreaming again." ”

"Impossible! I can hear the crickets by my window! Mo Yuan waved his hand and said categorically, he was definitely not dreaming.

"Which cricket?" Yun Xuan frowned.

"Just the one you gave me!" Mo Yuan shouted dissatisfied, that was what he stalked Yun Xuan before agreeing to catch him, he had been keeping that cricket like a baby, Yun Xuan actually asked him which one.

"Oh, then you're really dreaming." Yun Xuan's mind was not on Mo Yuan at all, he just replied to him casually.