"I ask you to convey the true energy to Phantom Yin, and use the flame to dredge her meridians."
There should be no problem now, right? Can you prove her identity
After she enters the fantasy palace, she must make Baiyan regret it all her life!
A triumphant smile appeared at the corner of He Cuicui's mouth, and she gloated at the woman standing in front of Tsing Yi, her brows and eyes were full of resentment.
"Oh," Wen Xunhuan nodded clearly, "This question is answered well, very well, but can you show us your flames?"
Before He Cuicui's proud mouth could be put down, her face froze suddenly.
This time, not only she, but even Mu Leng had forgotten one thing.
Only alchemists who can control the flames must be! Except for alchemists, no one else has this ability!
Seeing He Cuicui did not move, Wen Xunhuan did not urge her. On the contrary, Mu Zhen became a little impatient: "What are you doing in a daze? Get your flames out quickly."
He Cuicui's face was embarrassed, and she still did not act. She faltered, not knowing what to say, and looked at Mu Leng with a cry for help.
After seeing Wen Xunhuan asking He Cuicui to use the flames, Mu Leng knew that something was wrong. Now that she was already unable to protect herself, how could he manage He Cuicui's life and death
"Master!"
She gritted her teeth and deliberately lowered her voice: "She can't use flames."
Can't cast flames
Mu Zhen's face changed drastically, and she finally understood why He Cuicui was so slow to do it.
"Why did you find such a person?" Mu Zhen said bitterly.
Fortunately, the discussion was louder at this time, covering their voices, so that no one could hear their conversation.
Mu Leng lowered her head in shame, her nervous hands were trembling, but it was thought that Master was the elder of the Fantasy Palace, even if she did something wrong, the Palace Lord would not really punish her severely.
"It seems that you don't have the ability to control the flames," Wen Xun laughed happily, "You can't control the flames, then tell me now, how did you save the phantom? Huh?"
The last word caused He Cuicui’s tense emotions to collapse. Her eyes were frantically: "It was Mu Leng, it was Mu Leng who found me, and she made me pretend to be the savior of Phantom Sound. It’s none of my business. , Please let me go..."
At this moment, there was no sound in the surroundings.
The elders who had helped Mu Zhen were shocked. Maybe they didn't expect that they would be thrown around by a counterfeit, and they would offend the genuine people because of this
Jun Tianyue trembled and pointed to Mu Leng, whose face was pale: "You dare to lie to me! I, Jun Tianyue, has grown up so old and has not been teased like this before! Wuwei, today, you must severely punish these people, otherwise , I will never return to the Magic Mansion!"
Snapped!
Panic flashed across Mu Zhen's eyes, and she slapped Mu Leng's face. Mu Leng Qingli's face was immediately red and swollen, and there were five more fingerprints.
"Muleng, this is how you usually teach you as a teacher? Why do you want to deceive Palace Master and Madam? Are you convicted?"
Mu Leng knelt on the ground with a puff: "Master, the disciple knows that he is wrong. Disciple is only very sad when seeing Er Gongzi and the phantom girl, and can't bear their pain, so I found someone to pretend to be. I really don't know that the white girl is still alive. Please forgive me, Master."
The implication is that she made He Cuicui pretend to be a white face, not because of her own desires, but because she couldn't bear to hear about joy and phantom sorrow.
She is also kind, you people can't wipe out her kindness in this way.