Even when he is in a desperate situation, he may turn the tables.

Chu Moli smiled gently all the way, his expression remained leisurely.

"I may leave for a long time this time, so Xiaobao will trouble you."

“Isn’t this nonsense?”

"And Xiaobao is so powerful, his strength is not much worse than ours, so he can't bother us at all!"

"Second Brother Third, you must protect your junior sister."

Chu Moli sighed softly and said, "Will it be too difficult for you to let me, a cripple, protect my junior sister, the god of music master?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Even Xiaobao, who followed him out of the room, couldn't help but smile.

...

The next day, Mu Yan and Chu Moli boarded the divine flying boat and set off.

This time, even Yu Zhengqing did not follow him, but stayed in Xiaoyao Sect to follow Yun Ruohan to practice.

On the huge flying boat, only Mu Yan and Chu Moli stood and sat down, quietly looking at the earth flying past below.

"Did the junior sister only tell the uncle the real purpose of this trip? Why?"

Chu Moli suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Then, without waiting for Mu Yan to answer, he raised his head and said slowly: "Is it because you also noticed that the soul of the uncle's soul is being swallowed by the half-soul of the world?"

Mu Yan's eyelids pounded violently.

The whistling sound of wind blew outside the protective cover.

Not long after, the flying boat had already passed through the barrier of the Imperial Court of the Great Domain.

This time, Mu Yan had a pass token specially given by Mr. Yu.

The entire imperial court, whether in Diwu District or Tianyan District, could be like entering a no-man.

In a blink of an eye, the flying boat stopped at the door of the Medicine King Hall.

Han Chujiu had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Mu Yan coming down from the flying boat, he immediately came up excitedly: "Good disciple, you're here. Are you tired of it along the way? Where is the little baby? Didn't he come with you?"

Mu Yan helplessly interrupted Han Chujiu's endless condolences: "Master Jiu, how is Di Mingjue now?"

Han Chujiu curled his lips and said unhappily: "What else can he do? He is very lucky and has a great life. Can he die? He is just trapped in the land of the curse god and cannot get out. What's the big deal? He was trapped in the land of the curse god for a year or two, except for forgetting you, he did not see any problems with him."

"There is nothing to worry about in this kind of unscrupulous flower peacock. My good disciple should go with the master to see the pills he just refined!"

Mu Yan was so amazed and crying, but he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Mr. Chang said, don’t look at Han Chujiu’s nose facing Di Mingjue is not the nose, but the eyes are not the eyes.

But in fact, his feelings for Di Mingjue were similar to his own.

He really treats Di Mingjue as his relatives and nephews.

Now that Han Chujiu is feeling so relaxed, it means that at least Di Mingjue must be safe and sound.

Mu Yan grabbed Han Chujiu: "What about Li Weiran? How is he doing now?"

Han Chujiu's expression was stagnant and his brows frowned slightly.

Mu Yan's heart was immediately raised, "Is something really wrong with him?"

Han Chujiu thought for a while and said, "Come in with me, I'll show you something."

Mu Yan pushed Chu Moli in the wheelchair and slowly walked into the Medicine King Hall.

Han Chujiu took out a red silk cloth.

The silk cloth emits a faint energy fluctuation, which is obviously not an extraordinary product.
Chapter completed!