Yue Hongzhuo looked at Wang Han's complexion obviously not as good as usual.

"Is the Taoist master injured?"

Wang Han waved his hand casually, "Small injury!"

Mu Yao put down the kettle, stood behind the sofa, looked inside from Wang Han's collar, frowned, and then lifted up Wang Han's clothes.

Wang Han immediately pulled off his clothes and gave Mu Yao a chestnut.

"I'm thundering! These are all fatal injuries!" Yan Susu saw the injury clearly from getting close.

Everyone else frowned.

Wang Han quickly made a silent gesture and pointed in the direction of the bedroom.

Everyone understands it.

Wang Han smiled and said, "Skin trauma! I have thick skin and thick flesh to resist production!"

Lin Xuefu in the bedroom was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked at Su Qi.

Su Qi remained silent, and Lin Xuefu pursed her lips.

Qu Tongtian changed the topic.

"Lord Taoist, you just said that the people from the Ying family are also staring at the Emperor's Soul?"

"Yes! I also had a fight, and Brother Luo helped me to clear the siege! But the two people ran away! The sergeants were all dead! But according to my guess, those two people will definitely return the same way!"

Zhuma frowned when she heard this.

"The envoy of the Palm said that he must not release the emperor's soul for the time being! Otherwise, the consequences of releasing the terrifying existence below to suppress it will be unimaginable!"

Yue Hongzhuo asked, "Then what exactly exists to suppress it?"

The bamboo horse paused.

"I don't know, but the envoy of the Taoist lord said it!

The existence below...
Chapter completed!