Even when he is in a desperate situation, it is possible to turn things around with him.
Chu Moli smiled gently the whole time, his expression remained calm.
"This time I may be away for a long time, Xiaobao will trouble you."
"Is not this nonsensical?"
"And Xiaobao is too powerful, his strength is not much worse than ours, so he can't trouble us at all!"
"Third senior brother, you must protect the little junior sister."
Chu Moli sighed softly and said, "Would it be too difficult for you to let me be a cripple to protect the little junior sister, a Kagami musician?"
Everyone let out a burst of laughter.
Even Xiao Bao, who followed him out of the room, couldn't help showing a smile.
…
As soon as the next day dawned, Muyan and Chu Moli boarded the Shenxing flying boat and set off.
This time, even Yu Zhengqing didn't follow, but stayed in Xiaoyaomen to practice with Yun Ruohan.
On the huge flying boat, only Muyan and Chu Moli stood and sat one by one, silently looking at the earth flying past below.
"Did Junior Sister only tell Junior Martial Uncle the real purpose of this trip? Why?"
Chu Moli suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Then, without waiting for Muyan to answer, he raised his head and said slowly: "Is it because, you also noticed that the soul of the little uncle is being swallowed by the half soul?"
Muyan's eyelids twitched violently.
The whistling sound of wind blows outside the protective cover.
It didn't take long for the flying boat to pass through the barrier of the emperor's court.
This time, Muyan has a pass token specially given by Mr. Yu.
The entire imperial court, whether it is Diwu District or Tianyan District, she can enter the land of no one.
In a blink of an eye, the flying boat stopped at the gate of the Yaowang Palace.
Han Chujiu had been waiting there a long time ago, when he saw Muyan get off the flying boat, he immediately greeted him excitedly: "My boy, you've finally come, did you have a hard journey this way? Where's little baby Belle? He Didn't come with you?"
Muyan helplessly interrupts Han Chujiu's chattering condolences: "Master Jiu, how is Di Ming Jue doing now?"
Han Chujiu pursed her lips, and said unhappily, "What else can he do? Fu Da is so fateful, can he still die? It's just that he's trapped in the cursed land and can't get out. What's the big deal? He was trapped in the Land of the Cursed God for a year and a half before, except that he lost his memory and forgot about you, I haven't seen anything wrong with him."
"This kind of heartless peacock has nothing to worry about. My dear disciple, let's go with Master to see the newly refined elixir!"
Muyan couldn't laugh or cry, but she also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Chang Lao said, don't look at Han Chujiu's nose is not nose to Di Ming Jue, eyes are not eyes.
But in fact, his feelings for Di Ming Jue are similar to his own.
He really treats Di Ming Jue as a family member and nephew.
Now that Han Chujiu is in such a relaxed mood, it means that at least Di Ming Jue must be safe and sound.
Muyan held Han Chujiu back: "What about Li Weiran? How is he doing now?"
Han Chujiu's expression was stagnant, and his brows were slightly frowned.
Muyan's heart was immediately raised, "Could it be that something happened to him?"
Han Chujiu thought for a while and said, "Come in with me, I'll show you something."
Muyan pushed Chu Moli who was on the wheelchair, and slowly walked into the Hall of the King of Medicine.
I saw Han Chujiu take out a red silk cloth.
The faint energy fluctuations emanating from this silk cloth are obviously not extraordinary.