"Can I see the little demon king of Fayi now?" Mu Gu asked in a deep voice with a blowout.

Ye Xuan closed the jade box containing the Star Fruit, moved it aside, and said, "Actually, my demand for the Star Fruit is not as strong as you think. What I want is not the Star Fruit, but something else."

"You!" Mu Gu almost got angry and decided that this was blackmail.

He originally didn't know how to kill the God General's Mansion, but now the life and death of the little demon king of Fayi is unknown. The pressure from the demon king of Fatian is very high. He could only endure the depression in his chest and ask, "What else do you want?"

"Your blood." Ye Xuan said.

Mu Gu knew what was going on as soon as he heard it.

The blood of the Heavenly Demon Priest is the only way to remove the slave blood curse. Although he is now in charge of the caravan of the Heavenly Demon Clan, before that, he was the superior priest of the Heavenly Demon Clan.

Mu Gu wanted to resist, but now he is just fish on the chopping board and has no qualifications to resist.

Ye Xuan waved to Longyuanwei.

Long Yuanwei walked forward, drew his sword and cut off Mu Gu's palm, and blood immediately rolled out.

Another Long Yuanwei caught the blood with a bowl, and after receiving a bowl, he showed it to Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan nodded and said, "Leave it to Ye Xiao Dark Guards, they know how to do it."

"Yes." Long Yuanwei left with the blood bowl.

Mu Gu pressed the wound on his palm, suppressed his anger, and asked again: "Can I let me see the little demon king of Fayi now?"

"Do you know the difference between humans and heavenly demons in terms of character? In front of Longhua Palace, I let the little demon king of Ha Yi go, but the demon king of Ha Tian can kill the ten thousand people of the human race with his backhand, but humans are not that despicable."

Ye Xuan found another Long Yuan Guard and ordered: "Take him to the dungeon to see the little demon king Fayi, and pass on the message to Ye Xiao Dark Guard. If this demon dares to make any abnormal movements, kill it directly."

Longyuan Guard took the order and took Mugu to the dungeon.

Ye Xuan continued to hold Tong's hand and taught her to write: "The word Tong should first write the next to the word Mu."

Mu Gu looked back before walking into the martial arts academy and saw Ye Xuan seriously teaching the two holy sons to write, which was not like making a falsification, and his face was covered with a layer of frost.

...

After the lunch break, Long Yuanwei Wushu's martial arts teacher came out of the quiet room and stood back on the martial arts stage.

However, he did not urge him, but waited on the martial arts stage.

Ye Xuan held Tong's little hand, finished writing the last word, then stood up and said, "Okay, you guys should continue practicing swords. If you are tired, go back to the yard to rest."

"Okay." Tong nodded quickly and agreed, very well-behaved.

Ye Xuan walked out of the yard, walked a few steps and turned around and said, "Practice your sword well, I will give you a reward tonight."

Tong became even happier, held his hand, jumped to the stage and started practicing swordsmanship.

Ye Xuan left the Martial Arts Academy and came to a secluded yard. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fang Qianxiao and Mo Wuming.

Fang Qianxiao was still in a wheelchair. Although his legs were kept, it took months for his muscles to get better, so he could only take a wheelchair.

Mo Wuming was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone floor of the yard. Now his body is too burly. The height of his sitting on the ground can reach the chest of an ordinary person.

A night owl secret guard was using Mu Gu's blood to lift the slave blood curse for Mo Wuming.

Blood dripped into the slave blood curse, and the blood curse appeared, and then gently wiped it off with a cloth.

After washing it with water, Mo Wuming immediately stood up, touched his forehead, and laughed: "This damn blood curse has finally been lifted. I will be really free in the future!"

He laughed twice, and when he saw Ye Xuan coming in, he hurriedly greeted him respectfully: "Young Master."

Fang Qianxiao was not a servant of the God General's Mansion, so he turned around and greeted: "Young Master."

"I'll come and have a look. The slave blood curse is lifted?" Ye Xuan said hello casually.

"Relieve it, I can feel that I will be free in the future." Mo Wuming was very excited. He was a slave for eight years and was saved and was cursed by the slave's blood curse for so many years. Now he finally got freedom. The excitement was beyond words.

The Ye Xiao Dark Guard took the remaining blood and turned around and said, "Young Master, this blood of the Heavenly Demon Priest is very useful. I am going to seal it up and take it out and use it when needed."

Ye Xuan waved his hand and said, "Take it. That... Mugu went to the dungeon to see the little demon king of Fayi. If he felt that a bowl of blood was not enough, he could stab him twice more."

The tone of speaking is very casual, but the words are chilling.

But Fang Qianxiao and Mo Wuming all laughed happily after hearing this.

While the three of them were talking, General Qin Wu brought two servants in and said, "When the old servant saw that the young master and Captain Fang had a happy conversation, he specially sent two jars of good wine. Does the young master want Captain Fang to drink together?"

"It's just right, open it, and send some dishes here. Let's have a good time here today." Ye Xuan immediately asked them to open the wine and set up a series in the yard, and he stopped drunk.

More than a dozen large bowls were lined up on the stone table, and the wine was poured on like a river of water.

Fang Gengxiao took the lead and picked up a bowl, raised his head to kill it, laughing and said, "Happy! Since returning to Chaohua, Fang has always remembered the days of fighting with the general in Longyuan Prefecture in the battle. But in order to avoid suspicion, he has only seen the general from a distance for more than ten years, and it is even more delusional to come to the door to reminisce about the past! Now that he has resigned from his official position, Fang can finally visit the God General's Mansion with a dignified attitude without scruples! It's refreshing!"

Mo Wuming picked up the wine bowl and looked at it. He felt that the wine bowl was too small, so he reached out and snatched the big wine jar from the waiter's hand. He held it with one hand and raised his head and poured it.

"Can you think about it? Three months ago, I was a short and thin Heavenly Demon escape slave. Now I can give birth to a Heavenly Demon. I never thought that I could beat the Heavenly Demon in front of the Human Emperor and so many Great Zhou princes! All of this is the gift of the young master. I only do two things in my life, kill the Heavenly Demon and go through fire and water for the God General's Mansion!"

Ye Xuan listened to the two of them venting their excitement, and chatted about the world while drinking.

The three of them drank happily, and the laughter made the entire God General's Mansion feel a little proud.

"By the way, Mo Wuming, your name sounds strange. Did it be named by your parents?" Fang Qianxiao asked casually.

"No, I don't have a daimyo. I was born in a deserted village adjacent to Longyuan Prefecture. There was no one who could even read a word in the village. I didn't even name it when I was arrested as a slave..."

"When I was enslaved by the Heavenly Demon Clan for eight years and later rescued by the cavalry of the Longyuan Army, the Iron Cavalry General wanted to record the names of us who were rescued. At that time, the Iron Cavalry General also asked me about my name, and I said my surname was Mo, but I had no name. Then the Iron Cavalry General remembered three words "Mo Wuming."

"From then on, my name was Mo Wuming. Later, I went to a guard at home. The guard leader asked me about my name again, and I said it was Mo Wuming. The guard leader said that the name was too strange, and he changed the word for me, and it became Mo Wuming."

Mo Wuming told the evolution of his name, and it was very bizarre.

Fang Qianxiao thought for a while and said, "This name is not good, it has no momentum! In the Longyuan Army, momentum is very important. Look at my name, Fang Qianxiao! The gun roars! The momentum is rising."

"What should I do? Brother Fang, why don't you change my name for me?" Mo Wuming thought for a while and asked.

Fang Qianxiao looked at Ye Xuan beside him and smiled and said, "If you want to change your name, of course, please ask the young master to change it. If you can get the young master to give it, you will have a name. Otherwise, it will be just someone else's call you randomly."

"Yes, yes..." Mo Wuming quickly looked at Ye Xuan and asked, "Young Master, just give me a name?"

Ye Xuan didn't refuse, thought for a while, and said, "Then remove one word, called 'Mo Wu'."
Chapter completed!