As soon as he heard the word "seat" and everyone in the Demon Cult who had been waiting aside for a long time immediately appeared. Ji Wuqing introduced proudly: "This is the 'flower chasing' of Mingyue Palace. It is carried by eight top masters. There is only one in the world, and there is no semicolon."

But I saw eight people wearing silver-white fire-patterned robes and a luxurious and exquisite stroll on their shoulders. In the sun, they shone brightly, and they were like the little sun falling to the ground.

Mu Yan: "…"

Ajiu: "..." What kind of aesthetics does this mean?

Everyone in the Demon Cult: "..." Although this is the leader's aesthetic, what's going on with this sense of shame?

Ji Wuqing stepped forward, gently hugged Mu Yan's waist and hugged her into her arms, and then flew into her.

Mu Yan slowly raised his eyes and looked at Luo Jiangying, and then he realized that the other party's gaze was sticking to her, and that look was very complicated...

There are anxiety, evil thoughts, resentment, and hatred.

And the most naked, naked, is greed!

What do she want from her?

Mu Yan pondered, Ji Wuqing was already lazy and said: "Let's go..."

From beginning to end, until the sedan chair was chased away, Ji Wuqing did not look at Luo Jiangying again.

She just thought that Ji Wuqing was still deeply in love with her joy and pride, and it seemed that she had become a one-man show directed and acted by herself, which was extremely ridiculous.

This perception made her face turn red and her whole body tremble.

She wanted to shout to Ji Wuqing!

You dare to treat me like this?!

You will regret it!

But Ling Qingyang was by her side, so she could only adjust her emotions quickly and smiled bitterly at him, "Qingyang, do you think Miss Mu still hates me? Back then... I should have stopped Wuwu..."

When Ling Qingyang heard this, his eyes were indeed soft and heartache, and he said, "You silly girl, did you forget that you almost died because of her? Why are you so kind when she treats you like this?" As he said that, Ling Qingyang sighed and took Luo Jiangying into his arms, "You, that's her own fault, and no one can blame him."

"Well..." Luo Jiangying leaned obediently in Ling Qingyang's arms and asked softly, "Don't mention the right and wrong of the past. She came back and found the inner scriptures of "The Thirteen Needles of the Heavenly Gate". If the master knew about it, he would be happy."

Ling Qingyang smiled gently, raised his hand to rub Luo Jiangying's long hair, and said, "You can rest assured if you do this? Your master's inheritance will not be broken."

"Yes..." Luo Jiangying raised her eyes and said with a little hesitation, "But in this way, your sister's illness...why should we ask Miss Mu? Let her take action to save Xiaoxiao?"

"What do you want her to do? How can she, a person who can't even tell the difference between medicine, cure Xiaoxiao?"

"But..." It is precisely because Mu Yan does not understand medical skills that we can openly let her hand over "The Thirteen Agents of the Heavenly Gate"!

However, Luo Jiangying did not say this bluntly that she would not be stupid enough to destroy her image in Ling Qingyang's mind.

Ling Qingyang obviously did not understand Luo Jiangying's implicit voice, so he stared at her affectionately and comforted her softly: "It doesn't matter, even if you don't have the Thirteen Instruments of the Heavenly Gate, I believe that with your medical skills and talent, you will definitely be able to cure Xiaoxiao. We are not in a hurry, it's still a long time."

His eyes and words were full of trust, but it fell into Luo Jiangying's ears, like a death talisman.

She is anxious!

I was anxious!

Because there is not much time left for her!

"Yes." Luo Jiangying Zheng pointed, "I will definitely work hard."
Chapter completed!