Li Weiran couldn't help laughing, "Muyan, if you want to kill the envoy of Jiuli and break the curse of the Jiuli tribe, you shouldn't ask me... There is only one person in this world who can break this situation."
He stared closely into Muyan's eyes, and said word by word: "You know who this person is."
Third Senior Brother, Chu Moli!
Muyan's heart beat suddenly.
The most mysterious third senior brother in Xiaoyaomen finally touched the tip of the iceberg of his identity at this moment.
Of course Muyan does not have the desire to probe into her senior brother's privacy.
She just felt the ups and downs inexplicably, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness.
Lin Huai looked at Muyan suspiciously, "Who is he talking about?"
Muyan said indifferently: "This person likes to put on airs the most, to make himself appear to be very powerful and unique. Nine out of ten sentences are meaningless, they are purely for pretentiousness. Uncle Lin, you don't need to talk to him."
Lin Huai originally thought that Muyan and Li Weiran had a good relationship, and asked him about his safety as soon as he woke up.
Now it is somewhat incomprehensible.
The disgust towards Li Weiran in Muyan's eyes is almost overflowing.
Li Weiran's eyes are deep and deep, and his smile is not a smile, making it impossible to see what he is thinking.
Lin Huai couldn't help but asked, "What's the relationship between the two of you?"
Li Weiran took the lead and said: "The relationship between Muyan and I is quite long..."
However, before he finished speaking, Muyan interrupted mercilessly, "He is my little uncle, with a bad temper and very annoying. But I was entrusted by my husband to teach his younger brother, so I can't ignore him he."
This time, Li Weiran was about to spurt out a mouthful of blood.
Jun Muyan, you are cruel!
This woman clearly knew what words could pierce his heart, so she chose what to say.
Lin Huai looked at Muyan in surprise, "You are already married? Who is your husband?"
But Muyan didn't want to say more, she casually prevaricated a few words, then stepped forward and grabbed Li Weiran's wrist.
"It counts your fate and fortune, and finally survived."
Li Weiran said triumphantly: "That's natural, you also said that the disaster will last for thousands of years!"
Muyan: "..." Do you take this as a compliment
Suddenly, Li Weiran's face suddenly changed.
Grab Muyan's hand and turn backwards.
Out of the corner of Muyan's eyes, she saw a few cold rays of light passing by, and the deep chill brushed across her face.
It was only an inch away, and it could cut through her neck.
Lin Huai's exasperated voice came from next to his ear: "Who?!"
In the room, the space produces violent energy fluctuations, forming a vortex.
Several figures came out slowly from inside.
"Lin Huai, you really are lying to us!"
A hoarse voice echoed in the ears of several people.
A figure withered like a zombie slowly appeared in front of Muyan.
Jiu Li envoy!
"Fortunately, we have long been aware of your wolfish ambitions, and have kept eyeliners on your every move. Now we have finally caught it, right?"
"Do you know what crime should be for sheltering foreign monks and keeping them in the temple?"
Lin Huai's face was ashen, and he reached out to caress his shoulder.
What attacked him and Muyan just now were two silver claws, both of which were coated with poison.
Muyan was pulled away by Li Weiran.
However, Lin Huai was a step late in reacting because he was worried about Muyan's safety, so his shoulder was scratched by the claws.
At this moment, the wound there was rotting and turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Li Yan's cold eyes swept over several people, and finally fell on Lin Huai.