After speaking, he turned to look at Muyan: "Little Junior Sister, how do you feel?"
At this time, Muyan's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and she exhausted all her strength to restrain herself, so that she would not make strange noises, and her body would not tremble violently.
Hearing a question Chu Moli threw over lightly, she almost wanted to scold her.
"Third senior brother!" Muyan gritted her teeth, "Would you like to play the piano with Han Jiaming again, chattering, and ask me this question again after your little junior sister dies with the curse?"
It was rare for Chu Moli to see his calm and calm little junior sister showing such an expression, so he couldn't help but chuckled.
After laughing, the expression on his face faded instantly.
Open the left and right hands, making the movement of bending the bow and nodding the arrow.
But in the hand that should have been empty, a translucent silver longbow and black arrows gradually appeared.
The tip of the arrow pointed directly at Han Jiaming's forehead.
Han Jiaming's eyes were wide open, and suddenly he felt as if his heart was pinched by two hands.
He wanted to hide, to run away.
But the whole body seemed to be restrained by an invisible force, unable to move at all.
A drop of cold sweat fell from Han Jiaming's forehead.
At the same time, whoosh!
The arrow flew out and hit Han Jiaming directly between the eyebrows.
Han Jiaming's body shook violently, his face was pale, and his whole body was frozen in place like a sculpture.
However, the gleaming runes and red light in the room completely disappeared after the arrow penetrated Han Jiaming's body.
Chu Mo let go of his hand, the silver bow disappeared, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Muyan's movements are also extremely fast.
After the runes disappeared, the burning feeling in her body disappeared.
She immediately took out the Heavenly Demon Qin and plucked the strings.
As the sound of the piano curled up and echoed in the room, Chu Moli's pale face finally became a little more popular.
Yu Zhengqing looked at Chu Moli and then at Muyan, the shock and admiration could not be concealed in his eyes.
Xiaoyaomen, what kind of sect is this
It's not enough to have such an evildoer as Chu Moli, and the others are also more terrifying than the other.
The sound of the piano changed from exciting and lingering, to slowly turning into gurgling water, and finally disappeared.
Muyan let out a breath, put away the Tianmoqin, walked to Chu Moli's side, and grabbed his wrist.
After confirming that Chu Moli's body was still holding up, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, his attention fell on Han Jiaming, "What's wrong with him? Is he stupid or dead?"
Ever since he was shot by Chu Moli's arrow, Han Jiaming had been frozen in place.
The whole person is like a stone sculpture, without the slightest ups and downs of breathing.
But if it is said that he is dead, it doesn't look like it.
Chu Moli coughed lightly, and then casually said: "I was backlashed by the [Lovesickness Curse] and turned into a puppet."
To be alive is to be alive, but it is worse than to be dead.
From then on, he could only obey the master's orders like a walking dead.
If there is no order from the master, it will wait for the flesh to rot and die.
Muyan gasped slightly.
She didn't sympathize with Han Jiaming, but was shocked by the methods of Han Jiaming's master.
The people under him either succeed in doing things or become puppets.
How heartless and vicious is this
Suddenly, Chu Moli's voice paused, and there was a soft "Huh".
A phantom suddenly appeared next to Han Jiaming's sculptural body.
That phantom actually looks exactly like Han Jiaming.
Muyan's pupils shrank: "Clone phantom?"
"No!" Chu Moli said quietly, "It was a part of my soul that was forcibly separated."