Li Weiyan's blue eyes were deep and the corners of his lips slowly curled up a smile, "Mu Yan, what do you think? What can you give me?"

Mu Yan: "That depends on where you come from."

"I'm from Linglong Island." Li Weiran's smile became deeper, "Does Mu Yan know where Linglong Island is? Her island owner is Yu Yanran. I heard that in the eyes of everyone in the Immortal Cultivation Continent, the Emperor of the Jiyu and Fairy Yanran are a pair made of heaven and earth."

Mu Yan's eyes deepened: "So, it was this fairy Yanran who deliberately asked you to approach me? What's the purpose? Why did you tell me now?"

Li Weiran stood up and walked out casually while replying casually, "Who knows? Maybe he planned to kill you Mu Yan at the beginning, but now he has something else he wants."

At first I wanted your life.

But now, I want you as a person.

In this life, Di Mingjue and Jiyu owe me too much and too much things.

Now I want nothing, just Di Mingjue will repay with his beloved woman.

Li Weiran took out the jade box he had carefully collected while walking.

The jade box opens automatically, revealing the crystal clear and gently swaying Tan Linghua inside.

The moment he saw Tan Linghua, the mask that Li Weiran had been wearing disappeared, revealing a trace of indescribable tenderness.

There should always be something in this world that belongs to him.

When the intact right hand touched the door, a melodious music came from behind.

A pure energy is infused into the body without chromaticity through the sound of the piano.

He was slightly stunned and couldn't help but turn around.

The Heavenly Demon Piano appeared in Mu Yan's hands at some point.

The slightly pale girl tickled the strings with expressionless expression. When Li Weiran looked over, she said lightly: "Your hand is to save Xiaobao from being injured, and I should cure you."

After a pause, she said sincerely: "Thank you for saving Xiaobao."

The corners of Li Weiran's mouth slowly curled up.

The gentleness on his face did not fade away, but he brought a hint of childishness that was cautious and cherished and hoped.

The treatment lasted for an entire hour.

Because Li Weiran's hands were completely corroded with the flesh.

Wanting to make him heal is equivalent to real "meat and white bones".

Even though Mu Yan's level of [Skill Essence Qihuang] has now been upgraded to three stars, it is still extremely difficult.

And if this scene is seen by people from the Floating Island or the Immortal Cultivation Continent, they may be stunned.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped.

Mu Yan's face was as pale as rice paper.

The spiritual power in the body was almost completely consumed, and the pain continued to burn in the dantian.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Because this is what she owes her to be without a trace, she must pay it back.

Li Weiran looked at his arms that had recovered as before, and then looked at the cheerful Tan Linghua in his arms that was shaking because of the sound of the piano. The light in Binglan's eyes shone brightly.

He stepped forward and took the initiative to show kindness: "What's wrong with the little guy? Did you get injured in [Huantian Cave Palace]? What kind of spiritual medicine do you need? Can I pick it for you?"

Mu Yan slowly let out a breath and was about to answer.

Suddenly a strong wind swept through.

The door was smashed to pieces.

The pressure like the pressure of Mount Tai, mixed with murderous intent like storm, filled the entire room.

Li Weiran changed slightly and his feet were about to retreat.

But one hand suddenly grabbed his neck and slapped him against the wall.

A loud bang caused cracks on the solid wall.
Chapter completed!