4715 The Uncle's Relationship

Li Weiran couldn't help laughing lowly, "Muyan, if you want to kill the Jiuli envoy and break the curse of the Jiuli tribe, you shouldn't ask me... There is only one person in the world who can break this situation."

He stared into Mu Yan's eyes and said word by word, "You know who this person is."

Third Senior Brother, Chu Moli!

Mu Yan's heart beat suddenly.

The most mysterious third senior brother in the entire Xiaoyaomen, at this moment, finally touched the tip of the iceberg of his identity.

Of course, Mu Yan didn't have the desire to probe into his brother's privacy.

She just felt inexplicably emotional ups and downs, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

Lin Huai looked at Mu Yan suspiciously, "Who is he talking about?"

Mu Yan said lightly: "This person likes to put on airs the most. He seems to be very powerful and unique. Nine of the ten sentences are meaningless, and they are purely for pretending. Uncle Lin, you don't need to pay attention 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's a little bit incomprehensible.

The disgust for Li Weiyan in Mu Yan's eyes was almost overflowing.

Li Weiran's eyes are deep and deep, with a smile that is not a smile, making people completely unable to see what he is thinking.

Lin Huai couldn't help but ask: "What is the relationship between the two of you?"

Li Weiran preemptively said: "My relationship with Muyan is a long time ago..."

However, before he could finish his words, Mu Yan interrupted mercilessly, "He is my uncle, he has a bad temper and is very annoying. But I was entrusted by my husband to teach his younger brother, so it is not easy to ignore it. he."

This time, Li Weiyan was about to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Jun Muyan, you are ruthless!

This woman clearly knew what words could pierce his heart, so she chose what to say.

Lin Huai glanced at Mu Yan in surprise, "You are already married? Who is your husband?"

Mu Yan was reluctant to say more, and after a few prevarications, she stepped forward and grabbed Li Weiyan's wrist.

"Fortunately, you have survived."

Li Weiran said triumphantly: "That's natural, you also said that the scourge will be left for thousands of years!"

Mu Yan: "..." Are you complimenting you by saying this?

Suddenly, Li Weiyan's complexion suddenly changed.

Grabbing Mu Yan's hand, she flipped backwards.

Out of the corner of Muyan's eyes, she saw a few cold beams passing by, and the coldness brushed across her face.

It was only an inch away from cutting her neck.

Lin Huai's frantic voice came from his ear: "Who is it?!"

In the room, the space produces violent energy fluctuations, forming a vortex.

Several figures slowly walked out from inside.

"Lin Huai, you really are lying to us!"

A rough, hoarse voice echoed in the ears of several people.

A dry, zombie-like figure slowly appeared in front of Mu Yan.

Jiuri envoy!

"Fortunately, I have already noticed your wolf ambitions, and I have been keeping my eyeliner on your every move. Now we have finally caught the handle, right?"

"Do you know what's wrong with shielding foreign monks and keeping people in the temple?"

Lin Huai's face was ashen, and he reached out and stroked his shoulder.

The ones that attacked him and Muyan just now were two silver claws, both of which were smeared with poison.

Muyan was pulled away by Li Weiran.

However, Lin Huai reacted a step late because he was worried about Mu Yan's safety, and his shoulder was cut by the hook.

The wound there was decaying and turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Yan's gloomy eyes swept over a few people, and finally fell on Lin Huai.