"Why are you asking this?" Wen Tai said dissatisfied, "How many coffins in our underground palace do you want to study?"
Suddenly there was a bright cold light, and Yunlang's long sword came to Wen Tai's neck, "Speak!"
Wen Tai glared at him angrily, with contempt in his eyes, "You could kill me if you could! You Cangyao people are so unreasonable!"
"Hey, hey." Mu Lingbo liberated Wen Tai from Yun Lang's sword with a seemingly gentle pull, "Don't be so anxious, how can anyone take you to find you like this! Come and tell me, what's the matter?
Is it forty-nine?”
Wen Tai still had that deep distrustful look in his eyes, "Why are you looking for this?"
"That means we were right, it is indeed forty-nine." Mu Lingbo was too lazy to ask the same question again, "You damn people are still a bit awesome."
"What do you want to say?" Wen Tai asked warily.
Mu Lingbo pushed him towards Yun Lang, "That's it. You can continue to put the sword on his neck and threaten him to take you. Another thing is done."
Wen Tai, who struggled to break free, yelled and was taken away, "Hey, you can't do this! You are disrespectful to the dead!"
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At the door of the guest room, Mu Lingbo stopped.
After listening attentively for a moment, he said, "Qingyan, come out."
"Husband... Miss Mu, do you have any orders?" Qing Yan heard the voice and rushed over as quickly as possible.
"His injuries."
"kindness?"
Mu Lingbo said impatiently, "You know what I'm talking about, so there's no need to hesitate any more. Among the killers who just attacked were high-level sword gods and sword masters. If his injuries weren't a bit serious, he shouldn't have any breath."
Signs of chaos."
Qingyan lowered his head and said, "I forgive Qingyan for being unreasonable. I can't say that."
Mu Lingbo encouraged, "If there's anything you can't say, he must be sleeping like a dead pig now. He won't be able to hear anything you say."
"That incense just now..."
"Yes, that's my special Ecstasy incense, which can help people sleep well." She pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous or harmful. He also needs a peaceful sleep without being disturbed."
Qing Yan's usually calm tone became a bit grateful, "Thank you very much. If the Lord knows... he will definitely be very happy."
"You don't have to speak for him, he won't be happy when he wakes up."
Of course Mu Lingbo knew what Mo Jiuling wanted to think of this fragrance, because that was a wrong hint she deliberately gave.
But at the same time, he also knew in his heart that he also knew that he was deliberately inducing him, and he was just pretending to cooperate.
"The Lord's injury is indeed serious." Qing Yan frowned deeply, "One of the Supremes is Supreme Wuluo."
Mu Lingbo's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Wuluo Supreme is the one with the strongest power among the six Supremes?"
"That's right. Supreme Wuluo was Cang Yao's divine general before. He was brave and good at fighting, and he was obedient to the Lord of Yongxi City. He and his Lord had never been on good terms, and it was because of an informal martial arts competition between Lord and Lord when he was young.
He beat him by half a move. Wu Luo has always had a high self-esteem, and he thought that that time was a lifelong shame."
She sneered and said, "At that time, Mo Jiuling would still have to deal with wind and rain in Shenglin City."
"But after all, he is just a junior. Wu Luo Nai claims to be a senior with unparalleled merits. He has achieved great success in several battles with the ghost clan." Qing Yan said calmly, "My Lord never lets anyone go.
In his eyes, there is no one in the world who is worthy of his esteem, which will naturally cause dissatisfaction among his seniors."
