There is no more guilt or embarrassment in my heart, and only the ambition to fulfill my master's wish and find a glimmer of hope and a bright future for myself.

At this time, only Jun Muyan was in his eyes!

The supreme princess of the demon clan!

The sweetheart of the Emperor of Jiyu!

And... the only successor of Kagura in this world!

Wen Zhe walked towards Mu Yan step by step, with a smile that seemed to be slutty and excited at the corner of his mouth: "Your Highness Princess, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to put something in your body, which is guaranteed to be more interesting than the previous simple version of [Lovely Demon Love Curse]!"

Wen Zhe raised his hand and a black spell talisman appeared in front of him.

At the same time, he made gestures with both hands, and wisps of black smoke floated towards Mu Yan.

Both Elder Minwei and Han Ye and the others changed their faces and rushed over at all costs.

However, Mu Yan's expression, who was the first to be affected, did not change at all. He just looked at the arrogant and smiling Wen Zhe, and whispered to himself: "If you only have this kind of spell, you won't hurt me. Because..."

A calm and gentle voice, with a little calmness and a little calmness, overwhelmed Wen Zhe's laughter: "Do you want to use [spellage] to my junior sister, have you ever asked me for my opinion?"

The next moment, a piece of paper flew out and shattered into countless pieces in mid-air.

The silver light suddenly exploded, like gorgeous fireworks blooming in the dim house.

Wen Zhe only felt that the light thorn made his eyes hurt and subconsciously covered his eyes.

When I open it again, where is Jun Muyan in front of me?

The temple was empty, let alone Jun Muyan, there was not a single figure in Chu Moli, Han Ye, Min Wei, Zhongli, and others, and Tong Zhangling who were bound.

Wen Zhe looked at the empty room in front of him and his eyebrows became colder.

"Okay, that's great!"

"I really didn't expect that there was such a person hidden beside His Highness the Princess."

Thinking of Chu Moli's carelessness and skillfulness just now, Wen Zhe's heart surged.

Who is this person?

Could it be a member of the Jiuli Tribe?

Yes, this person must have come from the Jiuli tribe.

Otherwise, no one in this world could use the mantra so skillfully and naturally?

But if Chu Moli came from the Jiuli tribe, why did the master never mention it?

It seems that it is necessary to report to the master about Chu Moli.

Wen Zhe took a deep breath and his expression gradually returned to normal.

Several figures in black in the void slowly landed on the ground and bowed, saying, "Sir, what should I do if His Highness the Princess and the others ran away? Do I need to block the entire Demon Palace?"

Wen Zhe sneered and said lightly: "No need, they can't escape. Because this place is not the Demon Palace, but..."

Suddenly, his voice paused, he turned around suddenly, and said sternly: "Who is it?!!"

The snow-white clothes were rumbling violently.

Long black hair and red silk silk flew gently.

Wen Zhe looked at the man who fell in front of him like a boy, and his pupils suddenly shrank, "Li Weiran, why are you still here?"

The blindfolded man looked at him with his lips curled slightly, his expression and posture were so lazy and calm.

"Why can't I be here?"

Wen Zhemeng then took a step back and looked at him vigilantly, "Li Weiran, don't forget that you were originally ours, and you swear allegiance to your master like us."
Chapter completed!