After Qihuang disappeared, Tianmoqin suddenly flew up without anyone controlling it, and landed beside Muyan.
Then the Longyuan Sword at the side also flew over as if attracted.
Immediately afterwards, Long Yuanjian actually began to pluck the strings, making tinkling sounds.
Muyan caressed Tianmoqin lightly, and murmured in a low voice: "So, you let me fall into the dream? You let me see Qihuang's past? But..."
Her fingers caressed Longyuan Sword.
This small green sword that helped her a lot, condensed the heart of the sword and polished the sword intent for her time and time again, became gray at this moment, as if it had lost its luster.
Muyan felt indescribably confused and uneasy, "But I still don't know what the relationship between what I saw has anything to do with my junior uncle. Is Qi Huang's sudden change of temperament related to my junior uncle? "
"Cuckoo, chirp chirp!" The little yellow chicken flapped its wings and shouted indignantly.
The one who wanted to kill his mother was the fake brother in red pants, and the one who ran into the jungle later was the real brother in red pants. Mom, let's kill the fake red pants brother and rescue the real red pants brother.
Muyan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, let's rescue brother in red pants."
Qiuqiu immediately claimed the credit: "Beautiful sister, Qiuqiu left a fire phoenix avatar behind the red trousers... ahem... behind the big devil. Qiuqiu could sense that he entered the woods and didn't leave, but no more Yes. The Great Demon King has a terrifying aura, and Qiuqiu's fire and phoenix avatar can't send back too many senses."
Muyan praised: "Qiuqiu has done a good job. Let's go and bring Qihuang back together, shall we?"
The two little guys nodded repeatedly.
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But Muyan didn't expect that, with Qiuqiu's fire and phoenix avatar limiting the range, and with the blessing of the little yellow chicken's good luck, she turned the whole jungle upside down, but still couldn't find Qihuang.
There is only one possibility, and that is that Qihuang has recovered his sanity and is avoiding her.
Muyan became more and more anxious.
She doesn't care how long it takes to recruit Qihuang in this dense forest.
But the longer Qihuang's breath leaked out, the more dangerous he would be.
Today's Qihuang is far from being strong enough to fight against the whole world.
"Qihuang, Qihuang, come out! I..."
She paused, and continued to speak loudly: "I have already seen your past in the magic mirror made by Tian Moqin, but so what? No matter what you are, you are just our Qi Xiaohuang. Your identity, origin, I don't care, Xiaobao doesn't care, Huang Huang doesn't care, Qiuqiu doesn't care... What do you care about?"
The jungle was still silent and silent.
Suddenly, Muyan felt a sharp pain in her shoulder again.
At this time, her strength and spiritual power had been exhausted, and she plucked the Tianmoqin twice with her fingers, but she couldn't hold on any longer, and fell down staggeringly.
"Beautiful sister!"
"Gujiji!!" Mom! Mom what's wrong with you
Muyan's body curled up on the wet and dirty ground, the lingering black air wrapped around her body like tarsal maggots, invading her heart veins.
"Hehe...hahahaha..." A piercing laughter came from above his head.
Immediately afterwards, the red toga with large sleeves wrapped the young man's thin body, fluttered down from above, and landed in front of Muyan.