Maybe he thought it was just that, and the King of Hell told him a lot, and he could guess even a fool, so he wouldn't be so stupid as to ask.

"Um…"

Murong did not stop him from leaving.

I just looked at the awake person on the bed and gently opened my lips.

At this time, she didn't know what her son was saying to Murong, she just tossed and turned around on her bed in an uneasy mood.

I can't sleep no matter what.

She thought she was worried about him, but her mind was empty.

She didn't know why.

However, it didn't take long for her to fall into darkness as she tried to calm her heart.

So she slowly fell asleep.

By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.

She seemed to remember something, and quickly moved her clothes on the bed, hurried out of her door and walked slowly to the next door.

Before I could get there, I heard the sounds that only happen when practicing martial arts.

She approached there carefully, and what caught her eye was Murong teaching Mo Wuchen's martial arts, and the top leader taught her patiently.

And Mo Wuchen's soul seemed to be much solidified.

Martial arts are equal to physical strength. Only with good physical strength can one better practice ghost power and then slowly grow up.

Chu Yao didn't know what happened yesterday, but the next day, she let the weak Mo Wuchen do such a fierce exercise, which was helpful for solidifying his soul.

But you can't be too hasty either.

However, she had already started practicing, so she couldn't delay Murong's progress in teaching him because she felt sorry for her son.

The only thing she could do now was to instruct Bihong and the others to prepare towels and tea and snacks.

She slowly withdrew from their position, and after she withdrew, Murong looked in the direction she had just been.

He knew she was standing there just now because he could feel her breath.

But now he felt that her breath was getting farther and farther away, and even seemed to have left.

He knew she didn't want to bother them.

"Father, father..."

He was already very skilled in this step, and was waiting for his father to teach him the next step, but saw his father staring in a daze in one direction.

He called twice before he came to his senses.

"Yeah, go ahead and go next."

He asked Mo Wuchen to stand aside, and he waved the next move alone. His movements were much slower, as long as he was afraid that he would not have time to see clearly.

After the dance, he looked at Mo Wuchen and spoke coldly and sternly: "How about it, how much did you see clearly."

Mo Wuchen answered: "I almost didn't see clearly."

Murong nodded, then walked to the stone table and sat down, waiting for his slowly to recall his memories.

He knew that when he opened his eyes, these moves would come into the depths of his mind.

At this time, Chu Yao was silently preparing two towels, basins, and snacks.

After all the preparations were made, she ordered Bihong Ge Bicheng to take the things to the courtyard where Mo Wuchen stood.

And she followed them, and she didn't know if they were practicing now.

However, being prepared is better than being prepared for nothing.

Practicing martial arts is very exhausting. Once you lose your energy, you will feel hungry. So she has prepared a lot of snacks, which will not be cold, so she can wait until they finish practicing martial arts and eat them slowly.
Chapter completed!