"Senior brother, are you still awake at this late hour?"
Chu Moli, who was painting, looked back at him, and smiled gently: "Would you like to come in and admire my paintings?"
"No!" Luo Yu shook his head again and again, "I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."
He closed the door while yawning, and before he left, he still reminded, "Third Senior Brother, don't make it too late. If I break my body, I will sue Sixth Senior Sister."
It wasn't until the door was closed and the sound of falling rain's footsteps disappeared that Chu Moli smiled lightly, picked up his pen and landed on the painting in front of him again.
At this moment, behind a person-high easel in the northeast corner of the room, a figure in white slowly appeared.
If Muyan was here at this time, she would definitely not be able to help but exclaim.
Because this person is Li Weiran.
It's just compared to the white-clothed snow-like young master before.
Li Weiran at this time can be said to be in a state of embarrassment.
Most of his white clothes were already stained with blood.
There are obvious bruising marks on the neck.
It looked as if a rope had strangled his beautiful neck abruptly.
But the most shocking thing was the sore on the abdomen.
There was crackling lightning, and then blood gurgling.
Even though Li Weiran was constantly sprinkling medicine powder on the wound, the blood couldn't stop at all.
Chu Moli didn't seem to notice that there was anyone in the room at all, and his eyes were still focused on the drawing paper.
The pen holder is measured up and down in front of the eyes, as if to determine where the next painting should fall.
"The wound medicine given by Junior Sister is on the cabinet to your left. You can try it. If it doesn't work, I have no other choice."
Li Weiran turned around and took out a bottle of medicine from the cabinet.
Sprinkle it on your own wound without even looking at it.
The strange thing is that the wound that was bleeding profusely has actually healed a little.
Li Weiran let out a long breath, and said as if sighing: "You really deserve to be the Emperor of the Extreme Region, the only immortal emperor in Xiuxian Continent!"
Just a simple blow caused him to be seriously injured.
However…
As he spoke, he suddenly laughed lowly.
At this moment, the handsome and pale face became coquettish and ferocious, gorgeous and distorted.
It was as if all the contradictions and depravity of human nature were concentrated on him at this moment.
"Unfortunately, he will soon be doomed."
Chu Moli put down his pen helplessly, turned the wheelchair, faced Li Weiran, and said with great interest: "I'm curious, what kind of grievances and grievances there are between you and Teacher Mo, the Emperor of the Jiyu, let you do everything possible, and the mechanism will calculate it." Do you want to put him to death?"
Li Weiran walked slowly to the table, picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup, put it to his lips and took a sip.
"The story is actually very simple to tell."
"Hundreds of years ago, the previous Emperor of the Extreme Region accidentally picked up a beautiful woman in the wild land of Xiuxian Continent, but lost his memory. The romantic and affectionate emperor quickly got this woman, and the two We lived a sweet and lingering life together for several years."
"It's just that the Emperor of the Extreme Region is an immortal, and he is only one step away from the Immortal Emperor. He has a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, has the supreme status of the king of the Extreme Region, and has a beautiful wife and concubine raised in the Imperial Court of the Extreme Region. And That woman is just a mortal, without even the slightest level of cultivation, in just a few years, she is old and her beauty is no longer, so she was abandoned."
Li Weiran drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, his expression and tone were extremely flat, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.