The Holy Lord opened his hand, and two black sticks appeared in his hand and handed them to Meng Qitian.
As if he had found a treasure, Meng Qitian quickly took it and looked at it carefully.
This is the legendary Wuji Heavenly Lock!
The delicate, complicated and mysterious patterns on it were the same as anything he had ever seen in books!
Each of the four Wuji Heavenly Locks can lock half of Mo Lian's power. He was already so powerful before. If all four Heavenly Locks are taken out...
"I have been locking him with three heavenly locks before. Now I have taken out one more to let him adapt slowly."
"Sir Mo Lian is indeed admirable!" Meng Qitian said sincerely. Sure enough, it was right to spare Mo Lian before.
The Holy Lord turned around, and the eyes behind the mask looked at him inscrutably: "Meng, without the restraints of the four Wuji Heavenly Locks, Mo Lian's strength is completely superior to mine. Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"
Meng Qitian said respectfully: "I dare not speak falsely. I can only say that if Mo Lian is loyal to the Holy Lord, then it is naturally a good thing. On the contrary..."
"Hahaha -" the Holy Lord laughed, "Meng, I can rest assured because you say this. Mo Lian will definitely be loyal to me. You don't have to doubt this."
"How can the Holy Lord be so sure?" Meng Qitian asked boldly.
The Holy Lord smiled and said: "All the rumors are not groundless. I believe you have heard a lot of them, right? Mo Lian is my child, and he will not betray me."
There was a muffled sound in Meng Qitian's mind. There were indeed countless rumors before, but hearing the Holy Lord admit it himself still shocked him.
Sure enough, this fact is scary!
Meng Qitian swallowed hard and was about to speak when he raised his head and found that the Holy Lord had already left.
He stood in a cold sweat, secretly thinking that the Holy Lord suddenly appeared just to tell him this?
Let him see Wuji Tiansuo, tell him Mo Lian's life experience... All of this is like a cold warning, hitting Meng Qitian's nerves hard.
Could it be that the Holy Lord has noticed something?
He held the two Wuji Heavenly Locks tightly, and countless cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Mo Lian on the bed made a sound, slowly opened her eyes, her eyes were blank, she fumbled on the pillow with her hands, and then she slowly got up.
Hearing his movements, Meng Qitian quickly put away his doubts and said with a smile: "Is that okay?"
"Meng?" Mo Lian turned her face slightly, and then asked hurriedly: "Where is Hong Lian?"
Meng Qitian vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he was too frightened just now and didn't think much about it for a moment. He just smiled and said: "Are you asking Honglian or Huang Beiyue?"
A faint blush appeared on Mo Lian's pale face, and she whispered: "You know everything..."
"Mo Lian, why do you still think of her as Hong Lian when you clearly recognize that she is not Hong Lian?" Meng Qitian asked seriously.
"I..." Mo Lian was a little panicked, "I just want to be with her."
"So, you like her?"
Mo Lian nodded.
Meng Qitian narrowed his eyes, suddenly said "Huh" and looked at him: "Mo Lian?"
After hearing his exchange, Mo Lian nervously raised her head and faced his direction at a loss.
Meng Qitian finally understood why there was something wrong in his heart just now. In the past, when Mo Lian spoke, even if it was a few simple words, he would always say them incompletely. One word was missing and one word was missing, so people had to guess.
