"Xiaoyue, come back to me, I miss you so much." The demonic voice lingered in her ears.
"Do you recognize this voice?" Mu Yang smiled a little openly.
"At worst, I'll even plug my ears." Xiahou Xiyue immediately tore up two small pieces of cloth, crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them into her ears.
"Can't see, can't hear, let's see how you can avoid my attack." Seeing that she had given up her sight and hearing, Mu Yang couldn't help but bring up a strange smile on his lips, and waved his sleeves to conjure him up.
She put away all the shikigami that disturbed her mind, took out the immortal rope with one hand, jumped up in the air with a whoosh, and suddenly rushed towards her as fast as lightning.
Xiahou Xiyue, who had her eyes covered and her ears plugged, was already as calm as water. She was waiting for him to take action. When the hair on her face was slightly raised, she immediately stretched out her palm and spoke with a subtle feeling.
With an almost fatal air flow, she met Mu Yang's palms in mid-air. Mu Yang suddenly felt his inner breath rolling, as if his internal organs had been displaced. His body was blown away by the powerful force she emitted, knocking people on the roadside.
A big tree broke and he fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.
After Xiyue sent out a palm, she felt that there was no movement around her. She immediately reached out and took away the cloth covering her eyes. When she saw Mu Yang lying far away and motionless, she hurried over and ran over.
Seeing a pool of blood on the ground, I couldn't help being surprised.
"Hey, you're not dead, are you? I told you a long time ago that I don't want to kill anyone, why do you have to force me?"
Feeling sad, she killed another person.
Mu Yang, who had just fallen into coma, was reminded by her feet. He opened his eyes in anger. He really couldn't believe that he was the most proud disciple of his master, but he was so vulnerable that he couldn't even beat a little woman.
A sad look could not help but pass over his pale face.
"Hey, it turns out you're not dead yet. Thank God. I thought I had done something wrong again." Xiahou Xiyue quickly took out the thing from her ear, with a look of surprise on her face.
"You can't die yet. My skills are not as good as today's. You can leave." Mu Yang reached out and pressed his heart, which was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and slowly stood up and said.
"I'm sorry for getting you hurt. It's getting late. Xiu must be looking for me anxiously now. I'm going back. Goodbye. It's better not to say goodbye. Bye." Xiahou Xinyi waved to him and immediately turned around.
Run in the direction of the inn.
"Girl, please stay." As a strong and powerful voice suddenly sounded, a gray figure seemed to fall from the sky and landed in front of her.
The person in front of me is wearing a gray Taoist robe, about seventy years old, but his hair is still shiny black, his face is red, his eyes are as bright as an eagle, and he is holding Buddha dust in his hand.
"Who are you?" Why is there another Taoist priest? She seems to have a special affinity with Taoists.
"Master, you are here." When Mu Yang saw the person, his expression changed slightly.
"Pindao is Nanshan Taoist, the master of the Nanyue Kingdom. Please come with Pindao to Nanyue Kingdom." Nanshan Taoist's voice was like a bell, but he didn't even look at Mu Yang.
"Are you the national master of the Nanyue Kingdom?" "Xiaoyue, come back to me, I miss you so much." But the demonic voice lingered in her ears.
"Do you recognize this voice?" Mu Yang smiled a little openly.
"At worst, I'll even plug my ears." Xiahou Xiyue immediately tore up two small pieces of cloth, crumpled them into a ball and stuffed them into her ears.
"Can't see, can't hear, let's see how you can avoid my attack." Seeing that she had given up her sight and hearing, Mu Yang couldn't help but bring up a strange smile on his lips, and waved his sleeves to conjure him up.
She put away all the shikigami that disturbed her mind, took out the immortal rope with one hand, jumped up in the air with a whoosh, and suddenly rushed towards her as fast as lightning.
Xiahou Xiyue, who had her eyes covered and her ears plugged, was already as calm as water. She was waiting for him to take action. When the hair on her face was slightly raised, she immediately stretched out her palm and spoke with a subtle feeling.
With an almost fatal air flow, she met Mu Yang's palms in mid-air. Mu Yang suddenly felt his inner breath rolling, as if his internal organs had been displaced. His body was blown away by the powerful force she emitted, knocking people on the roadside.
A big tree broke and he fell to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.
After Xiyue sent out a palm, she felt that there was no movement around her. She immediately reached out and took away the cloth covering her eyes. When she saw Mu Yang lying far away and motionless, she hurried over and ran over.
Seeing a pool of blood on the ground, I couldn't help being surprised.
"Hey, you're not dead, are you? I told you a long time ago that I don't want to kill anyone, why do you have to force me?"
Feeling sad, she killed another person.
Mu Yang, who had just fallen into coma, was reminded by her feet. He opened his eyes in anger. He really couldn't believe that he was the most proud disciple of his master, but he was so vulnerable that he couldn't even beat a little woman.
A sad look could not help but pass over his pale face.
"Hey, it turns out you're not dead yet. Thank God. I thought I had done something wrong again." Xiahou Xiyue quickly took out the thing from her ear, with a look of surprise on her face.
"You can't die yet. My skills are not as good as today's. You can leave." Mu Yang reached out and pressed his heart, which was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and slowly stood up and said.
"I'm sorry for getting you hurt. It's getting late. Xiu must be looking for me anxiously now. I'm going back. Goodbye. It's better not to say goodbye. Bye." Xiahou Xinyi waved to him and immediately turned around.
Run in the direction of the inn.
"Girl, please stay." As a strong and powerful voice suddenly sounded, a gray figure seemed to fall from the sky and landed in front of her.
The person in front of me is wearing a gray Taoist robe, about seventy years old, but his hair is still shiny black, his face is red, his eyes are as bright as an eagle, and he is holding Buddha dust in his hand.
"Who are you?" Why is there another Taoist priest? She seems to have a special affinity with Taoists.
"Master, you are here." When Mu Yang saw the person, his expression changed slightly.
"Pindao is Nanshan Taoist, the master of the Nanyue Kingdom. Please come with Pindao to Nanyue Kingdom." Nanshan Taoist's voice was like a bell, but he didn't even look at Mu Yang.
