At this moment, Chu Moli suddenly said, "Mr. Mo, I have a way to make him speak."
His gaze turned to Muyan: "Little Junior Sister's musician skill [Floating Life Like a Dream] can make people fall into a dream, and then obtain the secrets they want to know."
Chu Moli hooked his lips, and turned to Li Weiran with a smile that was not a smile: "With his current cultivation, of course my junior sister can't let him fall into a dream, but if we first abolish Li Weiran's cultivation and roots Where are the bones?"
"Of course, Li Weiran will be dead in this way, and the rapid aging after his cultivation is exhausted will make him less than a day. But one day is enough time for the little junior sister to extract the secret we want from his fantasy. "
The expression on Li Weiran's face froze suddenly, and could no longer maintain the previous calm and indifference.
He stared at Li Weiran, his face became ferocious in an instant: "Chu! Mo! Li! How dare you?!"
Chu Moli showed a shy and gentle smile, and said slowly: "Don't look at me with such cannibalistic eyes! Will you have nightmares at night?"
Muyan felt that this method was very feasible.
She stopped Di Ming Jue's movement, and stepped forward slowly, "Since [Floating Life Is Like a Dream] is played by me, I should also abolish his cultivation. The kindness and resentment between Li Weiran and Ji Yu I don't care, but killing him today is a personal grudge between me and Li Weiran, and has nothing to do with Jiyu."
Li Weiran's eyes were a little red, he stared at Muyan who came forward, gritted his teeth and said: "Jun Muyan, you can't kill me! I can die by anyone's hands, but it must not be you."
Muyan sneered: "From the moment you took action against my son, you should have expected today."
As soon as the words fell, the Qijue Sword had already stabbed towards Li Weiran's dantian.
Li Weiran's pupils shrank suddenly.
A frail and bewildered look appeared on his face.
Then he chuckled and slowly closed his eyes.
God, how unfair you are!
Why with the same blood, Di Ming Jue has everything in the world, but I have nothing.
Even the only warmth and hope I have ever felt must be taken away
"Mother, don't..."
A low and childish voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Muyan's movements.
Muyan paused, turned around and looked towards the bed.
I saw Xiao Bao opened his eyes unexpectedly at some point, and was using all his strength to stop Muyan's movements.
"Xiaobao!" Muyan couldn't care less about leaving Weiran any longer, she put away the Seven Absolute Sword and rushed back to Xiaobao, hugging him in her arms, "Xiaobao, how are you doing?"
Xiaobao shook his head lightly, his voice was weak but firm: "Mother, don't kill Uncle Unran."
"Why?" Before Muyan could speak, Chang Lao shouted anxiously, "Little master, this scoundrel almost killed you, why do you still call him uncle?"
Xiaobao's face was pale, and his chapped lips parted slightly, "Mother said, Li Weiran is Daddy's younger brother, so he is Xiaobao's uncle, and also...Xiaobao's relatives..."
Because he is a relative, so he will save him again and again, even almost losing his own life.
Because they are relatives, it was obvious that I hated it so much at first, but then I didn't hate it at all.
Chang Lao said angrily: "Little master, you treat him as a relative, but they treat you as an enemy. Now you will become like this. You are in danger, and you are all untouched."
"no."