Chu Mu swallowed back the muttering in his heart when he saw the person in the sedan chair.
【Depend on!】
There were a thousand alpaca horses galloping in Chu Mu's heart.
[What a fucking beauty! She's like an upgraded cabbage! She also has the domineering aura of a silly big guy. She's just perfect for my taste.]
The man sitting in the sedan chair was wearing a black robe woven with gold, black boots with flying patterns, a thin jade belt around his waist, flying hair and picturesque eyebrows and features.
At first glance, that face looked very much like Xiao Bing and He Jieye, or to be more blunt, it looked like the Lord God Fan Ji.
But if you look more closely, you will find that he is even more refined than Fan Ji.
It's like a refined version of Fan Ji.
Chu Mu really couldn't hate this face, and smiled at the other person unconsciously.
Xu Zhi, who was sitting in the sedan chair, frowned: "Chao Mu, you really don't want to live anymore."
The man's voice was cold, like that of some cold-blooded animal.
{Mumu, ah Mumu, wake up! He's a scumbag!}
Dahuang pounced on Chu Mu's legs and barked, fearing that he would be distracted by her beauty.
"Noisy." Xu Zhi moved his fingers, and a cold white light shot out from his palm.
Those were two small hidden flying knives.
Chu Mu's pupils shrank.
With two clang sounds, he used his ring-handled sword to block the two knives flying towards the big yellow dog.
The old eunuch thought he had gotten his chance and tried to run away.
Swish!
The blade passed by.
The old woman overheard the sound of something being cut.
He slowly looked at his shoulder, which suddenly felt lighter.
“Ah! Ahhhhhh!”
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