Mu Yan's heart seemed to be pulled by something.

The third senior brother, who had lost all his dignity, freedom, and health, was obviously so embarrassed and embarrassed than usual.

But Mu Yan felt that this was the real third senior brother Chu Moli.

I also understand why he is so bright and smiling, but the paintings he paints are bloody and terrifying, full of despair and hatred connected to hell.

Mu Yan stepped forward, ignoring Chu Moli's roar and resistance, and stopped his pulse.

However, under the pulse, he only felt that the spiritual power in his body was running in a mess.

It was as if there was a terrifying force that said that all his cultivation and spiritual power were imprisoned somewhere, and it would burst out at any time.

"Little junior sister, don't waste your efforts. Yun Ruohan smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The third junior brother is not poisoned, nor is he injured, he has been cursed." ”

"Curse?"

"Little junior sister, you still don't know. Yun Ruohan patted her on the shoulder, "You go out first, and tomorrow, the third child will return to normal." ”

Qin Jiu tightly pinched Chu Moli's pale, slender, and weak legs, his eyes were red, and he choked up: "Third child, don't ...... Don't be afraid...... This time, you...... You'll get through it too...... You...... You won't die......"

Chu Moli bit his lip suddenly, and blood oozed from between his lips and teeth.

His eyes were red, and he endured the pain and hatred to the bone, but he still couldn't help but turn into tears in his eyes.

"You guys, let'...... Little Sister...... Get out!" he said in a hoarse voice.

Yun Ruohan wiped away a handful of tears, "Little junior sister, you can go out first! Don't, don't look at it." ”

Mu Yan took a deep breath, and instead of going out, he took out the Heavenly Demon Qin.

The ten fingers of the slender fingers press the strings, and the plucking is gentle and flowing.

The [Floating Dream] skill is stimulated little by little.

The sound of the piano flows, and the spiritual power is like an invisible barrier that wraps Chu Moli.

Keep all the pain, sorrow, hatred, and despair out of the barrier for him.

"Third Senior Brother, I can't relieve your pain now. ”

"Then, please forget about this desperate situation in reality for a while in your dreams. ”

"Whatever that spell is, one day, I'll get rid of it for you!"

On the messy bed, Chu Moli closed his eyes, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes still had sore spots, but they were slowly dyed with a little tranquility and peace.

Qin Jiu was holding Chu Moli's foot and bleeding, and suddenly exclaimed: "The blood has turned red, it has turned red! Great, the third child finally survived again...... Got through this! Woowoo woo...... Old, third, boil, get through!"

Yun Ruohan raised his head in surprise and looked at Mu Yan, "Little junior sister, what did you just do......?"

Mu Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead and revealed a weak smile.

This was the first time she had played [Floating Dreams] with her spiritual power, and it was also the first time she had reached the third level of [Floating Dreams].

Chu Moli's mind was too firm, too indulged in his own sore hatred.

So much so that in this dream, she was very tired of weaving.

Mu Yan smiled slightly: "It just made the third senior brother have a sweet dream, but the symptoms are not cured, senior brother, what is this [curse]?"

Yun Ruohan opened his mouth, but finally swallowed back the words that came to his lips, "Little junior sister, thank you." But this spell is too dangerous for you to touch. You'd better go back and rest early!"