But there is no arrogance and contempt.

This made Mu Ya a little surprised.

I thought that these people would come hard, but I didn't expect that they would treat each other politely. Although this 'ceremony' is also mixed with strength, but in today's dynasty, grass people like her and her grandfather, even if they die, no one will care, the way this group of people does things makes Mu Ya slightly change his opinion of this group of people.

People have curiosity, and compared with life, Mu Ya naturally values the latter more.

Since these people are unwilling to tear their faces, then her and her grandfather's lives are not hindered for the time being.

The more you know, the faster you die. This is not just a rhetoric, especially in such an age of power.

After thinking about it for a while, Mu Ya had a plan in his heart, and raised his hand and pulled the corner of his grandfather's clothes.

Mu Zong noticed it, first paused, and after a while, he did not change his color and said: "I don't know what you want to do?" ”

In order to show his sincerity, the leader hugged his fists at Mu Zong and said: "A few days ago, when I passed through Muhe Village with Gongzi and others, I overheard the words praising the old man. The leader said, his eyes subconsciously glancing at Mu Ya.

Mu Ya listened quietly.

The leader continued: "Knowing that the old man can get rid of the yin and death qi in the body, it is a coincidence that I met the old man again today, and I only had this idea after meeting the old man, and I invited the old man to treat the young master, not intentionally deceiving." ”

Regarding what the leader said, Mu Ya was noncommittal.

Mu Zong just sighed slightly, and glanced at Mu Ya beside him with a somewhat complicated look.

"That's it, everything is fate." Mu Zong lowered his head and sighed, "Can I say a few words alone with my granddaughter?" ”

The leader subconsciously frowned, and just wanted to refuse, but the young man lying on the wooden board behind him let out a light cough, and his hoarse and somewhat pure voice sounded weakly.

"Let them go, whether they can be saved or not, it depends on their fate." The young man sat up, a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes looked at Mu Ya, "Don't force it." ”

At this time, Mu Ya vaguely saw the young man's appearance. Although the young man's face was painful, it could not hide his delicate face.

In fact, the difference between appearance and appearance is not very big for Mu Ya, after all, she is a physiognomy master, due to occupational diseases, Mu Ya will always look at the old man at first sight.

Teenagers are no exception.

After seeing the full picture of the teenager, Mu Ya was a little shocked.

Maybe it's because she can't cultivate at home now, the boy is obviously short-lived, and the catastrophe was at the age of seven, but Mu Ya can't see how the teenager escaped the catastrophe and survived until now.

When I looked closely, the boy's face gradually became blurred.

Mu Ya subconsciously frowned, although the boy escaped a catastrophe, but obviously only escaped, and the catastrophe was not broken. This time, it was also a teenager's robbery.

It was originally a mortal appearance, but Mu Ya had just seen the mortal face, and there was a slight change. When I looked closely, I couldn't see it.

In this case, there are only two possibilities.

First, the boy used a special trick to stop her.

The second is that the change in the face of the teenager is related to himself.

Wood buds are more inclined to the latter.

Since the boy wanted her grandfather's help, he wouldn't stop it, and there was no reason to stop it.

Thinking of this, Mu Ya retracted her gaze, it seems that whether the young man can hide from this catastrophe depends on her.

In an instant, Mu Ya felt that there was a long way to go.

When Mu Ya retracted his gaze, the young man's eyes were a little more interested, but it didn't last long before he was interrupted by the pain on his body.