"Senior Brother Third, why don't you sleep so late?"

Chu Moli, who was painting, looked back at him and smiled gently: "Do you want to come in and appreciate my painting?"

"Forgive!" Luoyu shook his head repeatedly, "I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."

While yawning, he closed the door. Before leaving, he still reminded him, "Senior Brother Third, don't bother too late. If I get rid of my body, I will complain to Senior Sister Six."

It was not until the door closed and the footsteps of the rain disappeared that Chu Moli chuckled softly and picked up his pen and landed on the painting in front of him.

At this moment, a figure in white slowly appeared behind an easel that was as tall as a man in the northeast corner of the room.

If Mu Yan was here at this time, he would definitely be unable to help but exclaim.

Because this person is Li Weiran.

But compared to the white clothes like snow before, the handsome young man.

Li Weiran was in a very embarrassed manner at this time.

Most of his white clothes were stained with blood.

There are obvious blue-purple marks on the neck.

It looked like there was a rope that broke his beautiful neck.

But the most shocking thing is the abdomen sores.

There were crackling lightning flashes, and blood was flowing.

Even though Li Weiran kept sprinkling the medicine powder on the wound, the blood could not stop at all.

Chu Moli seemed to have not noticed anyone in the room, and his eyes were still focused on the drawing paper.

The pen holder is horizontally in front of you and measures up and down, just like determining where the next stroke should fall.

"The injury medicine given by the junior sister is on the cabinet on your left hand side. You can try it. If it is useless, I have no other way."

Li Weiran turned around and took out a bottle of medicine from the cabinet.

It spilled on my wound without even looking.

What's strange is that the wound that was originally bleeding has actually healed a little.

Li Weiran let out a long sigh and said, "I am really worthy of being the Emperor of the Extreme Realm, the only Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Cultivation Continent!"

Just a simple blow made him seriously injured.

However……

As he said that, he suddenly smiled softly.

At this moment, his handsome and pale face became charming and ferocious, beautiful and distorted.

It was as if all the contradictions and destructions of human nature were concentrated on him at this moment.

"It's a pity that he will soon be doomed."

Chu Moli put down his pen helplessly, turned the wheelchair, and faced Li Weiran with great interest, "I'm very curious, you and Tutor Mo, I mean what kind of grudges there are between the Emperor Jiyu, so that you can do everything possible and kill him?"

Li Weiran walked slowly to the table, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup, put it on his lips and took a sip.

“The story is actually very simple.”

"Hundreds of years ago, the previous Emperor of the Extreme Realm accidentally picked up a beautiful woman in the wilderness of the Immortal Cultivation Continent, but lost all her memory. The romantic and affectionate emperor quickly got this woman, and the two lived a lingering and sweet life together for several years."

"But, the Emperor of the Jiyu is an immortal, only one step away from the Immortal Emperor. His life span is thousands of years, he has the supreme status of the King of the Jiyu, and his beautiful wife and concubine raised in the Jiyu Imperial Court. And that woman is just a mortal, without even a little cultivation. In just a few years, she has grown old and has no beauty anymore, so she is abandoned."

Li Weiran drank the tea in the cup in one slightest expression and tone, as if telling a story that had nothing to do with him.
Chapter completed!