According to the plot, he will set out on the road of exile tonight. If he suddenly cures his illness, the perverted King Yin might say that he is a monster and burn him to death.
{Mumu, you want to follow the exile team?}
nonsense.
Chu Mu smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled.
[The Yin King and his mistress can do whatever they want. As long as I can save my life, it will be equivalent to completing my mission.]
[Although I still don't know what his mistress is like, I can tell with my toes that she's definitely a top-notch scumbag.]
【Cherish your life, stay away from scumbags, Amitabha. 】
{Mumu, should I tell you that there's a guy outside the cell who's been watching you for a long time...}
Chu Mu was startled and turned his head away quickly.
The eyes that were damaged by the smoke have actually recovered, but in order to hide the truth, Lao Ba cleverly kept his "panda makeup".
So Chu Mu still looks miserable with a pale face, blue lips and purple eyes.
If Nan Mo had not just clearly heard his lively and cheerful voice, he would not have believed that such a seriously injured person could have such an optimistic attitude.
Especially the way the other person looked at me, he didn't look like a blind person whose eyes were damaged by smoke.
"You--" Nan Mo pointed at his throat, trying to test Chu Mu.
[Hehe, as Chaomu, I've been stupid my whole life, but as Chumu, I'm not stupid at all. You're still a little naive if you want to test me, little brat.]
Nan Mo was not shocked that he could hear this heartbeat - the wizards in their tribe could speak with their stomachs.
He was shocked by Chu Mu's evaluation of himself:
Little brat.
Nan Mo looked at the other person's waist, which was so thin that it seemed like it could be broken with one move, and then looked at his own thick palms.
No matter how you look at it, it should be the other way around, right?
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