955: Chapter 594: The Candidate of the Witch Mountain Dream 955: Chapter 594: The Candidate of the Witch Mountain Dream “I rember, I seed to have already given up this identity.”
The warm wind swept across the barren hills, producing ripples over the sand sea like waves of wheat.
The eyes of the man in the straw raincoat were hidden in the shadow beneath his hat, indifferent:
“Now, everything concerning Mu Shanhai and the Mu Family has nothing to do with .”
“Really nothing to do with you?”
The man in the black robe grinned lightly and chuckled, “If you truly didn’t care about the Mu Family, then why did you inform of the arrival of the Saintess from Jiatiange in the Western Desert before?”
“…..”
After a brief silence, the man in the straw raincoat sighed, sat down on the scorching sand with a thud, pulled out a jug of wine from his beast-skin bag, took a couple of deep swigs, wiped his beard-soaked lips with his sleeve and said in a low voice roughened like sandpaper, “Casually disclosing a clue and personally risking one’s life…
Are these two actions comparable?”
“Indeed, they aren’t comparable.”
Seeing that the other did not imdiately intend to leave, the man in the black robe felt slightly relieved and quietly asked, “We parted in haste last ti and I didn’t get the chance to ask, was your injury caused by that Saintess from Jiatiange?”
“My injury?”
The man in the straw raincoat briefly glanced down at his chest, his beard twitching, he grinned:
“Is that important?
What you really want to ask should be about the whereabouts of that Saintess, right?”
“So can you talk about that?”
“Do you believe it if I tell you?”
“Heh…..”
The man in the black robe sighed softly: “Mu Xingchen, the old master of the Mu family has always treated you as the next head, why bother?”
Mu Xingchen, with drunkenness rising, rubbed his temples:
“What he has arranged for , is not what I desire.”
Saying this, his cloudy eyes flickered with complexity, he whispered:
“But he…
after all, is the father who gave birth and raised , heh…
go ahead, what does he want to do?”
The man in the black robe did not dally upon hearing this, simply and directly said in a soft voice:
“We need your Dao Domain to temporarily seal it.”
Mu Xingchen seed to hear a big joke, laughed low for a while, then raised his rough index finger pointing at himself:
“?
Seal that Bug Saint?”
The man in the black robe spoke calmly:
“There will be others acting together, including , a total of three who have undergone Mortal Transcendence.”
“With your status, you must have had frequent encounters with Saints powerhouses in Di’an, don’t you know how big the gap between Mortal Transcendence and Saints is?”
“Don’t worry, we previously orchestrated the Desert Qilin Wolf to fight that Bug Saint, it is now very weak, with the three of us it is more than enough.”
“Is that so…..”
Mu Xingchen’s drooping eyes flashed with many thoughts, pondered for a mont: “Then I can go, but I have one more question.”
The man in the black robe grinned:
“Of course, you ask.”
Mu Xingchen curled his finger, lifting the hat slightly with his knuckle, revealing his stern eyes underneath, and asked:
“This matter, did Mu Shanhai get Xing Yi involved?”
The man in the black robe held his gaze with those stern eyes for a few breaths, then asked strangely:
“You share no kinship with him, why do you care so much about that young man?”
Mu Xingchen sighed softly, slowly stood up from the sand, and said faintly:
“That original plan was executed under my charge, Xing Yi’s tragedy was also facilitated by my own hands…”
“Mr.
Mu,
“I ultimately owe that brother, so I need you to assure of his safety.”
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Evil Spirit Abyss is an undisputed death zone within Qianji Gorge, located at the eye of the hurricane, with sandstorms enveloping the vicinity year-round.
As they approached the center of the storm eye, the devastating wind pressure also nearly brought the chariot’s progress to a halt.
In such severe weather, a civilian B-grade demon horse simply couldn’t pull the hefty chariot.
But contrary to the apocalyptic outer storm, the interior of the chariot remained peacefully serene.
Expensive, naturally for a reason.
The carriage was engraved with various precious formation patterns, sufficient to handle most extre weather conditions in the world.
Slowly opening his eyes, Xu Yuan grasped his palm, feeling the lightness brought by the healed injuries, unconsciously taking a deep breath, but instead of the familiar scent inside the carriage, his nose picked up a faint rose fragrance.
Slightly turning his gaze, Xu Yuan smiled lightly and said:
“Jin Xuan, thank you.”
The woman in red sitting beside him shook her head gently in response, her voice soft:
“Young Master Xu saved my life, it is Jin Xuan’s duty to assist.”
A decade since, Su Jinxuan was still wearing the sa bright red silk dress she wore back then.
After achieving Integration Body, a cultivator’s tabolism nearly halts, naturally not needing to change clothes frequently like ordinary people.
However, beneath the lush red skirt hem, a tantalizingly faint glimpse of white was now visible.
The white silk demoness had returned.
But rembering the scene when Su Jinxuan suddenly took out and put on stockings, Xu Yuan felt sweat trickling down his back even now.
After Tianyan apologized to Su Jinxuan that day, although the atmosphere inside the carriage was sowhat stifled, it was still harmonious, at least not hostile, and they even casually chatted about so fun incidents from ti to ti.
Having experienced hellish battles, Xu Yuan was temporarily very satisfied with this atmosphere.
As long as he was careful not to make the Washboard Saintess jealous, this harmony should continue.
But before Tianyan, who is both weak and playful, could cause trouble, Su imo had already made a big move on her part.
That day, after Su Jinxuan treated Xu Yuan with a cycle of Yin-Yang therapy, he, as usual, was preparing to host a tea party to foster feelings.
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