Chapter 4669 Maybe, Still Alive (Seeking a Ticket)

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It's not easy to be the master, and it seems that it has nothing to do with him.

Just thinking about it, suddenly a ray of light radiated from the red silk in Chu Moli's hand.

Immediately afterwards, staggered light and shadow appeared in the void of Medicine King Hall.

What appears in the light and shadow appears to be a strange place.

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, there are many people dressed in more strange clothes walking around.

Mu Yan had stopped playing at this time, and looked at the image in the void curiously.

She had never seen someone built and dressed like this before.

"Third Senior Brother, this is..."

As soon as her question came out, she found that her master Han Chujiu's face was very wrong.

His eyes were wide open, and the bottom of his eyes was blood red.

The hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists.

It's as if it takes a frenzied effort to restrain myself in order to calm myself down.

"Master Xiaojiu, what's wrong?"

Muyan didn't bother to ask where Chu Moli 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 turn 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, let out a sigh of relief, and finally calmed down.

He looked at Muyan, and then at Chu Moli, with an incomprehensible expression in his eyes.

After a long while, he said, "Boy, do you know where that place just appeared?"

This kid, of course, is calling Chu Moli.

Chu Moli curled his lips, "Although I haven't seen it before, I guess it should be the Jiuli tribe."

Han Chujiu snorted coldly, "I don't know if your kid is smart, or if he just came from the Jiuli tribe."

He looked at Muyan and said solemnly: "Good boy, the strange building that just appeared, and the people dressed in strange clothes are the Jiuli tribe."

Mu Yan's spirit was shocked: "The third senior brother cast the soul-chasing spell on the red silk left by Li Weiran, and the scene of the Jiuli tribe appeared. Does that mean that Li Weiran is now in the Jiuli tribe, and he is still alive? "

Chu Moli took a sip and said casually, "Maybe."

A slight blush appeared on his pale face.

Mu Yan's face suddenly changed, and he grabbed the cup in his hand, and the mellow aroma of wine rushed to his face.

The corners of her mouth twitched, "Who made you drink?"

Chu Moli opened his mouth to speak.

Mu Yan had already taken out an elixir and shoved it into his mouth mercilessly: "If you don't want to live, tell me earlier, and I don't have to waste my divine power to save you."

Chu Moli swallowed the huge pill with difficulty.

Then he watched Muyan search all the wine in his storage space, and couldn't help but sighed softly: "Little Junior Sister, you are really becoming more and more like Senior Brother, take care of the east and west, mother-in-law and mother-in-law."

Muyan grinned, revealing a sinister smile, and squeezed her hands together, making a crackling sound: "Then why don't you try it out? When I beat the lame man, did I look like a senior brother?"

Han Chujiu watched the interaction between the two like family and friends, and her expression was a little dazed for a while.

There seem to be many long-term images in my mind.

However, all that is like a mirror, and it is empty in an instant.

All that was left was resentment and a mess.

"Ninth Master...Ninth Master..."