Mo Wudao gradually frowned.

Switching places with Yi Mei'er, he smelled another different aroma, which smelled very comfortable, and even soothed his somewhat irritable mood.

This aroma also seems to have a calming effect!

I couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "What is this fragrance made of, and it actually has the effect of calming the mind?"

Yi Mei'er's face turned red, and she glanced at Mo Wudao charmingly, "That's Mei'er's body fragrance······"

"Brother Lan, you are such a scoundrel. ”

“······”

Mo Wudao's face was speechless, I wiped it, obviously you are a demon girl scratching her head and making a gesture to tempt Lao Tzu, and now you still have the face to say that Lao Tzu is a hooligan.

It's also a body fragrance!

"You don't believe it!"

Yi Mei'er pursed her small mouth, and seemed to be a little angry and handed her white and tender slender jade hand to Mo Wudao's head.

"I don't believe you smell it, is it Mei'er's body fragrance. ”

Mo Wudao slapped the girl's little hand away a little helplessly, if he really leaned over his nose to smell it, then he would really be a hooligan.

"Hee-hee-······" Yi Mei'er laughed again, laughing inexplicably.

The faint evil smile on his face always gave Mo Wudao an unpredictable feeling, and it seemed that this Yi Mei'er was hiding something from herself.

But he didn't feel any danger!

"Aya'er, do you feel anything different?" Mo Wudao asked Aya'er in the sea of knowledge.

"Master, brother, are you talking about this Yimeier? Aya'er doesn't know, but Aya'er doesn't seem to be bad. ”

"Huh!"

Mo Wudao didn't dare to agree.

"Brother Lan, what is your identity in the Heavenly Demon Sect? With such a talent as you, you shouldn't be an ordinary disciple, are you? Could it be that you are the closed disciple of the head of the Heavenly Demon Sect?" Yi Mei'er suddenly asked seriously.

She had already summoned the sect more than once to ask about it, but the information of the Flower Sect was almost any information from Mo Wudao in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Even Qing Xing and Qing Qiu, who were beside Mo Wudao, only found very little information.

This showed that these three people were not valued at all in the Heavenly Demon Sect, and they belonged to the kind of disciples who were very ordinary and even somewhat marginal.

But this time he went down the mountain, Mo Wudao not only had the highest power of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the world, but his cultivation was also unfathomable, and this could not be the obscure existence of the Heavenly Demon Sect at all.

Mo Wudao smiled, touched his chin, and said with a smile: "My name is Ling Lan, a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect's Lingzi generation, in terms of seniority, you should really call me uncle." ”

"Just you, Uncle Shi?"

Of course, Yi Mei'er didn't believe that Mo Wudao and her master were of the same generation, and although Mo Wudao had good mana, he was only an out-of-body disciple, and he was not qualified to be equal to her master at all.

"You don't believe me when I say it. Mo Wudao looked innocent.

"Okay, okay, don't say it if you want to, you'll know sooner or later anyway. ”

Yi Mei'er didn't seem to want to dwell on this question anymore, but grinned and pulled out a few white jade bottles from the storage ring.

"Brother Lan's sense of smell seems to be very good, so it is better to help Mei'er distinguish the difference between these spices. ”

Looking at the seven or eight white jade bottles that Yi Mei'er placed on the table, Mo Wudao looked puzzled.

In the middle of the night, calling myself out, or in the carriage, distinguishing what spices are really inexplicable.

Yi Mei'er ignored it, and directly opened one of the jade bottles, and another fragrance came out.

But this fragrance is a little special, Mo Wudao felt it carefully, and felt that compared with the effect of meditation on the premise, this fragrance was a little dizzying.

Yi Mei'er smiled and opened several jade bottles one after another, and the spices in each bottle emitted the same taste.

For a moment, even Mo Wudao felt a little confused about his sense of smell.

"No, but what's wrong!"

Mo Wudao felt that his mind seemed to be in a trance, and he was shocked, could there be something wrong with these fragrances.

Immediately took up the exercise method and looked inside, and found that everything was normal, the true yuan was running as usual, and in the dantian, the sword pill that condensed the supreme sword qi contained the star trace sword, and it was spinning drippingly.

Your body is fine!

Mo Wudao frowned a little puzzled, and said secretly in his heart: Could it be that I am too careful?

"Brother Lan, what are you thinking, does this bottle smell bad?"

"Demon girl, I always feel that something is wrong, what kind of trick are you playing, it can't be to harm me. ”

"Hehe, how is it possible, Brother Lan is a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, how can Mei'er have the guts to harm you, it's too late to hurt you. ”

In this regard, Mo Wudao has reservations.

The carriage traveled for a long time in the night, and finally stopped in a courtyard, and Yi Mei'er got out of the car with Mo Wudao.

Mo Wudao released his divine sense to induce it, but found that there was actually a formation here to block the divine sense induction.

There were no other outsiders in the courtyard, just Yi Mei'er and him, Mo Wudao frowned, "Enchantment?"

Is this Yimeier trying to wipe herself out here, but with her little mana, the success rate is basically zero.

Moreover, this enchantment is not a very elaborate formation.

As soon as the Star Mark Sword came out, it was basically broken with a single stab, and he couldn't defend himself at all.

"Brother Lan, wait in the room for a while, and I'll invite the person who saw you. Imeier grinned and left the room.

"God is mysterious, what the hell is going on. ”

Mo Wudao was also a master of the arts, so he sat down in the room, took out a jar of wine, and drank it himself.

But something strange happened.

After a glass of wine, Mo Wudao actually slammed on the table, as if he was unconscious.

"Haha······"

A smug laugh sounded outside the door, and Yi Mei'er pushed open the door and walked in, seeing the man lying on the table and fainting, with a strange smile on his face that the conspiracy had succeeded.

"I know you're definitely going to drink, Brother Lan, you've finally planted my hands today!"

Yi Mei'er waved her hand, and with two slender little hands, she easily picked up Mo Wudao, entered the back room, and put Mo Wudao on the bed.

"Hee-hee-·····"

Yi Mei'er's charming face was full of irrepressible smiles, and her big watery eyes looked at the motionless young man lying on the bed.

Stretched out his hand and touched Mo Wudao's face very gently, and said with a smile: "It's okay!"

"Born with a Dao body, Yuan Yang has not been lost, his personality is good, and he is a genius disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, he is really a good cultivator!"

"It's a pity, you don't like my sister, although my sister likes you, but the master has an order, and the exercises can't be broken before they are completed, so let's give it to that girl!"

"You wake up, you can't blame your sister! sister is for your good!haha······"

As she spoke, the evil smile on Yi Mei'er's face grew thicker and thicker, and she walked lightly and left the room.

A moment later, another stunning beauty came in.

Most of the people in the Tianlan Continent know this beauty.

The first beauty of the Yunqin Empire, the piano of Tianxian Tower, Nangong Ruoxi!