Jiang Zhuojun was upset and asked Yi Ye casually, "Is there no strange smell on Mo Wen's body?"
Young Master Fenglin said with a smile: "Is the smell of sandalwood considered a strange smell?" Mo Wen has been smelling of sandalwood for many years, and everyone who has been around Mo Wen knows this.
"Speak," Gu Xinglang looked at Yiye.
Yiye said, "Sandalwood, and it has a bad smell."
Smell?
This time, even National Master Wuhuan came to the table.
Gu Xinglang asked, "What kind of smell?"
Yiye said, "I don't know, the smell is everywhere in the back mountain."
Junior Master Fenglin asked National Master Wuhuan: "Is there a bad smell in the back mountain?"
Master Wuhuan recalled that when he was tortured in the cave in the back mountain, there was the smell of burning ** in the air, the screams of slaves, and the figures whose faces he could not see clearly. Stinky smell? Master Wuhuan shook his head slowly. He was sure that he had not smelled it.
Gu Xinglang asked Yiye to continue drawing, and whispered to the three people around him: "I will find a chance to test Mo Wen."
"Don't attack," Jiang Zhuojun said immediately, "I stabbed Mo Wen with that knife. Next time we meet, I will stab him again. If the knife on his chest is his fatal point, we will know it after another try."
Master Fenglin said, "When will you see Mo Wen again?"
Jiang Zhuojun said: "Of course it was when the army attacked Mount Everest. Or, Master, you have to lead the way and take me to meet Mo Wen first?"
Young Master Fenglin chuckled and said, "Then they must have the ability to enter the Temple of Eternal Life."
"In any case, Xinglang, don't take any risks," General Xiao Jiang said to Gu Xinglang, "What we need to do is to capture Mo Wen and his followers in one fell swoop. If we only kill Mo Wen and let the monsters he raised escape, the world will also be in chaos."
When talking about followers, Jiang Zhuojun glanced at Master Fenglin intentionally or unintentionally.
Master Fenglin still couldn't hold back his anger and asked Jiang Zhuojun, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Zhuojun touched the sword at his waist.
The murderous look between Young Master Fenglin's brows suddenly became fierce. If they were not on the same page, any more words would be excessive.
Gu Xinglang pinched his brows. These two people were talking back and forth, making him want to kill someone again.
At this time, Imperial Master Wu Huan looked at Junior Master Feng Lin and said, "Okay, don't say anything more."
Young Master Fenglin felt guilty towards National Master Wuhuan. As soon as Wuhuan spoke, although the young master felt indignant, he still kept his mouth shut.
Imperial Master Wu Huan looked at the map Yi Ye was drawing and whispered, "It may take a day to draw the entire map."
"Is it okay to leave him here alone? Or should Xinglang watch over him here?" Young Master Fenglin asked.
"With the poisonous insect here, he won't cause any trouble," Gu Xinglang put his hand on the table. The poisonous insect resting on his fingertips crawled onto the table, but did not go back into Yiye's body. Instead, it curled up into a ball on a piece of white paper.
"Then let's go," said National Master Wuhuan.
Master Fenglin said, "After he draws the map, what should we do with him? Kill him?"
National Master Wuhuan always feels a sense of disobedience when he hears Junior Master Fenglin speak. He is used to seeing this man pretending to be an immortal, but now that he stops pretending, National Master Wuhuan is not used to it. He also has a nasty feeling that, ah, I actually lost to a fool.
Jiang Zhuojun looked at Master Fenglin and sneered, "Kill him? He was Mo Wen's disciple, and he was also poisoned. If he dies, won't Mo Wen investigate the cause of his death?"
General Xiao Jiang felt that it was understandable that Mo Wen did not value this disciple. Although this person looked decent, he actually had no brains at all and his stupid nature would be exposed as soon as he opened his mouth.
Jiang Zhuojun's eyes were too contemptuous, which made Master Fenglin raise his hand and attack Jiang Zhuojun with a palm. Why did this man look down on him?
Jiang Zhuojun watched Young Master Fenglin raise his hand, and did not dodge, ready to take Young Master Fenglin's palm.
Gu Xinglang, who was standing between the two of them, raised his hand and took the blow for Jiang Zhuojun. He frowned and said, "Stop making trouble. I have a headache."
When Master Wuhuan heard Gu Xinglang complain about his headache, he quickly placed his right palm on Gu Xinglang's back, using his inner strength to calm Gu Xinglang down. At the same time, he shouted to Master Shao and General Xiao Jiang, who were born with different auras, "Enough!"
The poisonous insect that was originally curled up on the white paper now seemed uneasy. It raised its head high and looked at Gu Xinglang.
"Relax," Wuhuan Imperial Master said softly to Gu Xinglang, "They are just arguing, you don't have to worry about them."
Gu Xinglang's eyes were now red enough to almost bleed, his mouth tightly pursed, trying to suppress the blood boiling in his body and the urge to kill.
Yiye stopped writing and sat there staring at Gu Xinglang with a flustered look on his face.
Jiang Zhuojun and Master Fenglin, who realized they had gotten into trouble, were silent now.
Feeling his inner strength pouring uncontrollably into Gu Xinglang's body, Wuhuan's face, hidden under the silver mask, turned pale as snow, but he didn't say anything, nor did he try to withdraw his inner strength. Not to mention that he couldn't withdraw his inner strength now, even if he could, he couldn't do it at this time. Gu Xinglang was in an unstable state, and if he forcibly withdrew his inner strength, it would easily cause Gu Xinglang's inner strength to become abnormal.
Gu Xinglang obviously knew what he was doing. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly turned around and slapped Master Wuhuan on the body, sending Master Wuhuan flying and his body hitting the wall behind him heavily.
"Senior Brother!" Young Master Fenglin screamed.
"Xinglang!" This was Jiang Zhuojun's scream.
Gu Xinglang said in a calm voice: "I'll go out for a while." After saying this, Gu Xinglang flashed and quickly left the torture room.
Junior Master Fenglin ran to National Master Wuhuan, not daring to touch his senior brother who was sitting on the ground, and could only ask anxiously, "How are you? I'll ask the princess to come and see you?"
National Master Wuhuan waved his hand at Junior Master Fenglin, and a bloody smell rushed into his mouth from his throat. National Master Wuhuan swallowed the breath, sat cross-legged in meditation, and used his internal energy to heal his wounds.
Jiang Zhuojun hurried out of the torture room and said, "I'll go see Gu Xinglang."
Young Master Fenglin gritted his teeth as he looked at this man's back.
Yiye sat on the stool in a daze.
The insect stared at the door of the torture chamber, motionless.
"Draw your picture!" Master Fenglin said to Yiye unhappily.
Yiye lowered his head slowly like a puppet, and then started drawing.
As for the poisonous insect that was still staring at the door of the torture chamber motionlessly, Young Master Fenglin rolled his eyes in a very unfavorable way. He was not a human poisonous insect and could not do anything about this kind of insect.
At this time, someone was knocking on the door of the torture room outside.
"It's okay, you don't need to come in," Master Fenglin said, "and don't let anyone in either."
The secret guard guarding the door had no choice but to continue guarding the door obediently.
Jiang Zhuojun chased Gu Xinglang out of the Ministry of Punishment, but he didn't look for him specifically. He walked south following his feeling and soon saw Gu Xinglang standing in the backlight in a camphor forest beside the road.
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