"Girl, please lend me your jade hairpin."

Just as she was thinking about it, Mu Chen suddenly reached out and took off the jade hairpin from her bun. Holding a fan and looking up angrily, Mu Chen poured all the brown pills in the medicine bottle that were the size of mung beans into the palm of his hand, and then held it.

He scratched his wrist hard with the jade hairpin, and soon, blood dripped down his white wrist into the porcelain vase.

After a while, he handed the porcelain bottle close to the fan and said: "At this critical moment of life and death, I hope the girl will not be constrained by trivial matters." The implication was that he wanted to use his own blood to make medicine for Xiao Boyuan.

Zhishan has been dealing with all kinds of elixirs since she was a child, and is very familiar with pills and herbs. Even with just a glance, she knew that what Mu Chen said was true, and that the pills were just ordinary cold medicine! But she was very familiar with Mu Chen.

Still having doubts, I didn't know whether to answer or not. When I looked at Ruoli with questioning eyes, I found that the vulture was lying on the futon with his head hanging down, pretending to be dead, without saying a word or moving at all.

How could the vulture act like it had nothing to do with it? Could it be that it thought Mu Chen was trustworthy? Or maybe it knew that it was no match for Mu Chen, so it wisely chose to protect itself wisely?

Never mind it! Everyone who takes medicine is Bo Yuan. Let alone cold medicine, even if it is poison, it is none of their business.

As soon as she thought of this, she held the fan and thanked her softly, then took a pill and stuffed it into Xiao Boyuan's mouth. But the moment she reached out to take the pill bottle, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a pill on the ring finger of Mu Chen's right hand.

The white jade ring, with its translucent white color and exquisite workmanship, is truly the finest jade.

Dressed in snow-white clothes, the sound of the flute is as loud as tears, and the jade ring on the ring finger of his right hand, this person is really like the young man in white standing while holding a fan and playing the flute in his dream. For a moment, there is something indistinguishable about holding the fan.

She didn't know whether her current situation was a dream or an illusion, but what surprised her most was that the quality of the jade ring was exactly the same as her jade hairpin.

This is very rare. Qianfeng is a divine weapon. She and Muchen are in the sky and on the ground. They have never met before. So, how can they have a piece of jade of the same color?

Although he had doubts, he still kept his expression and fed Xiao Boyuan the 'Yao Yin', but at this moment, the jade hairpin actually enlarged into a jade fan in Mu Chen's hands. He looked at Qianfeng curiously, and then put his

The jade ring turned into a jade flute and compared with Qianfeng, he said: "This jade hairpin seems to have some connection with the 'Wuyu' below. Where did the girl get it?"

All artifacts can be recognized by blood. Among the three realms, apart from the fan, only her master, Emperor Qingwu, can control the hidden wind. Now, why can an ordinary cultivator be able to summon it at will?

Where did Mu Chen come from? Is he really just an ordinary cultivator?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it. He grabbed the latent wind with his fan, turned it back into a jade hairpin and hid it in his sleeve. When he raised his eyes, he happened to meet Mu Chen's confused gaze, so he started to pull it back again.

He lied: "This jade hairpin was a gift from your husband. The daughter of the people doesn't know where she got it from. But even though it is her husband's relic, the daughter of the people should keep it safe. If she has offended me in any way, I hope Mr. Mu will forgive me!"

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Previously, Zhi Fan always thought that since his magic was imprisoned, the hidden wind must not be able to be used normally, otherwise he would not be completely passive when encountering wolves. Now that he has the hidden wind in his hand, Mu Chen can decide whether he is a monster or a monster with three heads and six arms.

, there is no fear even if you hold the fan.

But she also has her own principles, and she doesn't even bother to bully ordinary people, so when she's not sure whether Mu Chen has ulterior motives, Zhi Fan Duan won't act rashly, lest she wrong a good person.

"What the girl said is absolutely true. I didn't consider it carefully and lost etiquette first. I hope you won't blame me!" Mu Chen calmed down his doubts and raised his eyes to take a closer look at the environment in Yuelao Temple.

He then took off his coat and said, "It's cold at night, so it's not suitable to light a fire in Yuelao Temple. If you don't mind it, you can use the clothes you have underneath to temporarily keep out the cold."

Holding the fan, she didn't intend to be polite. She said thank you and was about to reach out to pick it up, but unexpectedly, Mu Chen walked around her and put the clothes on her shoulders.

The distance that was closed in vain made Zhi Fan very frightened, and his instinctive reaction was to grasp the latent wind into his palm and wait for the opportunity to move. However, before she could take action, Mu Chen waved his sleeves and turned away, leaving her alone with a figure in white clothes.

Thin back.

At this time, Zhifan only had to step forward and pierce his neck with the jade hairpin, and he could easily kill him. But until Mu Chen walked out of Yuelao Temple, Zhifan did not do so. After all, Mu Chen had never done this before

It was an act of transcendence, and he didn't even touch her when he put the clothes on her just now.

It is also possible that Mu Chenzhen is just a pure good person, and that he is too villainous. Thinking about it, he reached out to touch Xiao Boyuan's forehead with the fan, and noticed that his high fever symptoms were relieved.

After that, he became more and more certain of his guess.

I picked a clean futon and sat cross-legged. I just wanted to close my eyes and rest for a while, not intending to fall asleep. But the evening breeze was mixed with a strange light fragrance, which was not as fragrant and fragrant as sandalwood.

It is as refreshing as the fragrance of flowers. It is an icy and cool fragrance, and it is also a fragrance that makes people feel relaxed. In this way, the sleepy feeling of holding the fan comes up, and within a short time, I have yawned several times.

It wasn't until the sound of the flute reached his ears that he held the fan and subconsciously wanted to be more vigilant. However, his eyelids were really heavy. After struggling for a long time, he could only open his eyes a small slit.

In her sleepy eyes, a white light and shadow came on the wind, and then, a pair of white and slender big hands supported her soft and delicate body that was about to fall. Smelling the cold and pleasant fragrance, she was holding the fan without consciousness.

Leaning on his shoulder, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

The sudden coolness of the morning breeze made Zhifan frown in displeasure, and he could vaguely hear an unfamiliar call in his ears. Even though his sleep was disturbed, Zhifan still refused to open his eyes, and just instinctively waved his hand.

He shouted: "Dai Yue, don't make trouble!"

"Damn girl, it's not honest to just sleep!" The little owl was unexpectedly thrown upside down by the fan. It flapped its wings wildly for several times before struggling to turn over from the ground and stand up.

Ruoli originally planned to wake her up again with the fan in his mouth, but when he thought of his painful back from the fall, he felt angry and evil.

I saw it glare with its orange eyes, fluttering its wings and rushing towards the holding fan. With that ferocious attitude, it was really ready to show off its fists and take revenge. However, it was brave enough but not powerful enough. It was not close yet.

Then, the futon thrown carelessly by the fan was hit and turned around. With a clang, it fell down and gnawed in the mud.

When he raised his head again, he was pointed at the neck with a jade hairpin by the dead girl who was even more ferocious than it, and she was heard to curse: "Vulture, you can see clearly, my aunt is just asleep, not dead."

, you want to carry out a sneak attack? I said, are you impatient with life and want to calm down in the underworld? "

"I didn't..." As soon as Ruoli opened his mouth, the jade hairpin went straight to his throat, and he suppressed all the quibbling words he had prepared.

"You still want to make excuses, do you really think that my aunt is blind? Let me tell you, even if my aunt is asleep, she is still seeing and listening in all directions. I can't cure you, little one."

Holding the fan and raising her hand fiercely, the little owl snuck under her elbow with a chirp, then flew up onto the beam of the room and retorted: "Hey, you are still watching all directions and listening in all directions. I didn't know who it was just now, sleeping."

You have to be like a pig, you can’t wake up no matter how you bark. If Mr. Mu hadn’t been a gentleman, you wouldn’t know where to hide and cry right now. Oh! No, no, maybe, Mr. Mu doesn’t look down on him at all.

you."

"What did you say?" He stood up with the fan and pointed at it angrily with the jade hairpin in his hand, "Try saying it again."

Ruoli, however, relied on his condescension and became more and more enthusiastic the more he spoke: "I told you that you should have no breasts, no temperament, be as thin as a bamboo pole, and lose your temper at every turn. If I hadn't known earlier that you were the emperor's alchemy room.

The fan-wielding fairy in the movie, I would have thought you were some rough guy with a weird quirk pretending to be a man, haha..."

It laughed unbridled, completely unaware that it had touched the reverse scales of the fan. Last night, Mu Chen's intriguing eyes could be tolerated by the fan, but the vulture dared to laugh at her flat chest in front of her. This was terrible.

The handler was so angry that he almost gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you a chance. Get off here immediately!"

But the proud little owl had no eyesight at all. Not only did he not roll down obediently, but he also turned his head and made a face: "If you don't want to go down, you won't go down. If you have the ability, come up!"

"I don't have the ability to go up there, but I have the ability to send him to the Hall of the King of Hell." After saying this, he turned the jade hairpin in his fan hand in vain and pointed it directly at Xiao Boyuan's throat.

Seeing this, Ruoli finally stopped giggling, and hurriedly waved his wings and discussed: "No, let's talk it over carefully so as not to harm innocent people, okay?"

"Okay! Come down and I'll give you a good explanation. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether my hands will suddenly stop obeying my orders." He said holding the fan, and the jade hairpin in his hand followed Xiao Boyuan's direction.

He circled his neck in a small circle, and at the end he suddenly screamed, "Ah! This little thing has such thin skin and tender flesh that I almost scratched it."

"No! Sister-in-law, please don't move around. I'm going down, down." Ruoli promised happily, but in action he was tiptoeing, sliding down the pillar slowly.

When he landed on the ground, he deliberately curled up into a ball and rolled to the feet of the fan, and then hugged her ankles to apologize: "Sister-in-law, I rolled down like crazy. You don't remember the villain's fault, please let my highness go.

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Her pair of round orange pupils blinked and blinked, and her ability to show off her dog legs and smile was more than enough to hold a fan. However, when holding a fan, she was a master who refused to eat hard or soft food. She raised her eyebrows and looked pretty.

A harmless smile appeared on his face, but he made a merciless spin and kicked Ruoli out of the Yuelao Temple.


Chapter completed!