Easy is not easy to master, it seems that it has nothing to do with him.
Just as he was thinking about it, a ray of light suddenly radiated from the red silk in Chu Moli's hand.
Immediately afterwards, interlaced lights and shadows appeared in the void of the Palace of Medicine King.
What appears to be a strange place in light and shadow.
The house is cylindrical, with a colorful semicircle on top.
Above the semicircle is a thin needle, and the material cannot be seen clearly.
Around the strange house, many people dressed in weirder clothes were walking around.
Muyan has stopped playing at this time, looking curiously at the image in the void.
She had never seen anyone so built and dressed like this before.
"Third senior brother, this is..."
As soon as she asked the question, she found that her master Han Chujiu's face was very strange.
His eyes were wide open, and the fundus of his eyes was blood red.
The hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists.
It was as if he had to restrain himself frantically to calm himself down.
"Master Xiaojiu, what's wrong?"
Muyan also didn't bother to ask Chu Moli where this place was, and quickly got up to support Han Chujiu.
While speaking, the image in the void has disappeared.
Chu Moli's face was pale, panting slightly, and threw the red silk in his hand aside.
With a flick of his wrist, a cup of tea appeared at his fingertips, and he brought it to his mouth to sip slowly.
Han Chujiu closed his eyes, exhaled a foul breath, and finally calmed down.
He looked at Muyan, then at Chu Moli, the expression in his eyes was difficult to understand.
After a long while, he said, "Boy, do you know what that place just appeared?"
This kid, of course, is calling Chu Moli.
Chu Moli hooked the corners of his lips, "Although I haven't seen it, I guess it should be the Jiuli tribe."
Han Chujiu snorted coldly: "I don't know if you are smart, or you just came from the Jiuli tribe."
He looked at Muyan, and said in a deep voice: "My dear boy, the strange building that appeared just now, and the people in weird clothes are the Jiuli Tribe."
Muyan's spirit was shaken: "The third senior brother cast the soul-chasing curse on the red silk left behind by Li Weiran, and the scene of the Jiuli tribe appeared, does that mean that Li Weiran is still alive in the Jiuli tribe? "
Chu Moli took a sip and said casually, "Maybe."
A slight blush appeared on his pale face.
Muyan's face suddenly changed, and she snatched the cup from his hand, and the mellow aroma of wine rushed to her face.
The corner of her mouth twitched, "Who told you to drink?"
Chu Moli opened his mouth to speak.
Muyan has already taken out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth without mercy: "If you don't want to live, tell me earlier, I don't need to waste my divine power to save you."
Chu Moli swallowed the huge pill with difficulty.
Then watched Muyan search all the wine in his storage space, couldn't help but sigh softly: "Junior Junior Sister, you are really more and more like Senior Senior Brother, you care about things, mother-in-law and mother-in-law."
Muyan grinned, revealing a sinister smile, pinching her hands together, making a crackling sound: "Then why don't you try it, when I beat the cripple, do you look like senior brother?"
Han Chujiu looked at the two of them interacting as if they were family members or friends, and looked a little dazed for a moment.
There seemed to be many long-term pictures in my mind.
However, all of that was like a mirror flower and water moon, and turned into nothingness in an instant.
All that is left is a mess full of resentment.
"Master Ninth... Master Ninth..."