Mu Mengzi's first reaction was that the man in Tsing Yi was not from this era. Was he communicating with him in Yandi's way?
"Are you from Emperor Yan?" Mu Mengzi asked subconsciously.
Qingyi Yanwu looked puzzled: "Yan Emperor?"
"Who?"
Seeing the doubtful expression on the other side's face, Mu Mengzi was immediately stunned.
He doesn’t know Emperor Yan!?
Mu Mengzi subconsciously replied: "Qing..."
Before Mu Mengzi could continue, Qingyi Yanwu interrupted her: "I understand, it turns out that you don't belong to this time."
Mu Mengzi was stunned again when she heard the other party's words. She thought that the man in green was from the same era as her. M.caset
But judging from his tone, I never thought that the other person was actually a person from ancient times.
What's even more outrageous is that he is still talking to him.
Mu Mengzi came back to her senses. She was curious about who the other party was: "Who are you?"
Qingyi Yanwu didn't mean to hide his identity: "The Master of Continuing Fate - Yanwu!"
Mu Mengzi didn't feel anything about the words "Continuing Fate Master" yet, but the words "Yan Wu" fell on her like thunder.
Mu Mengzi stared at Qingyi Yanwu, who didn't have an outstanding face in front of her with wide eyes.
She had imagined the appearance of Senior Yan Wu, but she was still a little surprised when she saw it.
What's surprising is that the other person's appearance looks so ordinary.
She originally thought that the person whom the indescribably beautiful Queen Mother of the West would care about would be at least as good-looking as Pan An, and even if not, she should be Yushu Linfeng!
But not to mention that Senior Yan Wu’s appearance is very ordinary, I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to find him if you were thrown into the crowd...
Seeing that the other party was stunned, Qingyi Yanwu asked curiously: "Do you know me?"
Mu Mengzi came back to her senses and calmed down at this moment.
What prompted her to calm down was something she thought of.
Senior Yan Wu sealed Fei Yao in the body of her ancestor, which resulted in her family being a single generation and all women, and generations of them died in misfortunes.
Qingyi Yanwu saw that he looked at her with a slightly hostile look. He did not ask him the reason, but asked a question that surprised Mu Mengzi.
"How long have I lived?"
There was no joy or sadness in Qing Yi Yanwu's voice, as if he was simply asking an ordinary question.
Mu Mengzi was stunned, obviously confused as to why he would ask this.
She hesitated for a moment and was about to speak, but Qingyi Yanwu raised her hand to stop her: "It seems that I was already dead during your time period."
Although Mu Mengzi was hostile to Senior Yan Wu, after witnessing the rampage of the ancient demon clan, she also admired Senior Yan Wu for pacifying the demon clan.
"Senior Yan Wu, you have indeed fallen in my time, but all the empresses are trying to resurrect you, even Xi..."
Before Mu Mengzi finished speaking, Qingyi Yanwu raised his hand and sealed her mouth.
Mu Mengzi was speechless and looked at Qing Yi Yanwu with a puzzled expression.
Qingyi Yanwu glared at her angrily: "If you continue talking, your soul will be annihilated by the long river of time!"
"There is a price to pay for letting one predict the future!"
As he spoke, the black and white light flowed through Yanwu's fingertips, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared between Mu Mengzi's brows.
"Although this power is not strong, it can protect you."
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Mu Mengzi didn't pay attention to what Senior Yanwu said after that. She was still thinking about the previous sentence at the moment.
She didn't think that Senior Yan Wu would lie to her, because it was completely unnecessary.
At this moment, even his empty body felt like he was covered in cold sweat.
Mu Mengzi never thought that she would almost kill herself invisibly.
Qingyi Yanwu removed the power to seal Mu Mengzi's mouth: "We are destined to meet each other. You should have my white sword in your hand now, right?"
Mu Mengzi thought of the white sword and immediately had to salute: "If it hadn't been for Senior Yanwu's sword, I would have died!"
