However, there is a strong barrier space between the two continents, and the soul clone cannot last long.

The first few times she was in a daze in her sleep, she hugged her in a familiar way, but it quickly disappeared.

That was Di Mingjue.

Mu Yan's words made Di Mingjue's eyes look dark.

He remembered the turbulent barriers in the northern border of the extreme realm and the numerous ghouls that were abnormal.

However, there was no abnormality on his face, but instead leaned down and said slowly: "How can there be danger in a little tedious and trivial matter? Yan Yan, are you doubting my strength?"

Mu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help glaring at him: "Long Teng and Liuxing Tower are yours, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

If she had known it, she would have worked so hard to prove Ye Liangchen’s identity!

Just let Di Mingjue give her the Xuantian Pearl and the Honghuang Tower directly.

Di Mingjue narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the little woman in front of him with a smile, "Yan Yan, I haven't settled the score with you yet? Instead, you questioned me?"

"Settle the accounts? What accounts?"

Di Mingjue grabbed it in the air, and suddenly a stack of paper was added to his hand, which was originally empty.

The moment he saw this stack of paper, Mu Yan's face suddenly froze.

I saw that the paper was filled with pictures of the charming fruit man from the Fusang team.

Each picture should be more coquettish and coquettish, more sustenance, more sustenance, more popular and more popular.

Di Mingjue gently shook the paper in his hand: "Yan Yan, what have you promised me?"

Mu Yan smiled dryly: "This is not what I painted, it was painted by my third senior brother. I didn't participate in the whole process. What does it have to do with me? These pieces of paper are what the third senior brother must put for me to observe his painting skills. Yes, it was the third senior brother who forced me to put it."

Di Mingjue smiled: "Is that true? So, you have never taken off other men's clothes and never painted other men."

Mu Yan: "No...no."

Di Mingjue reached out and grabbed it again.

This time, only one piece of paper appeared in my hand.

But when Mu Yan saw the painting on this paper, he looked dark.

It was actually Zhang Huyuan, who was "sacked" by Longteng!

Didn’t she give this painting to Luoyu and let her burn it and destroy the body?

Luoyu, an unreliable person, still retains this critical evidence.

Isn't this going to kill her?

Di Mingjue slowly approached Mu Yan and stuffed the painting in her hand into her: "Is this painting also painted by Chu Moli?"

The cold sweat on Mu Yan's forehead was about to fall.

She pulled a smile on the corner of her mouth, and thought about it and simply gave up and admitted her mistake.

As a result, the next moment, someone suddenly squeezed in between the two.

Immediately afterwards, Di Mingjue's thighs were hugged.

A silly voice was a little cold, but it was mixed with a hint of surprise and shouted: "Dad!"

Di Mingjue lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at the little guy sandwiched between him and Mu Yan.

Xiaobao raised his head, his beautiful and delicate little face flushed.

The blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Di Mingjue, flashed like a butterfly wing swaying gently.

What reflects the admiration and longing for him in his eyes.

The lines on Di Mingjue's face melted like ice, revealing a hint of softness.

He reached out and picked up the little guy, and asked in a deep voice: "Have you practiced well recently?"

Xiaobao nodded obediently, and he looked serious but cold and cute, even a sarcastic heart could be melted.

However, when Di Mingjue couldn't see it, Xiaobao quietly turned around and handed Mu Yan a look.
Chapter completed!