At this moment, Chu Moli suddenly said: "Teacher Mo, I have a way to make him speak."

His gaze turned to Muyan: "Little Junior Sister's musician skill [Emergency Dream] can make people fall into a dream, and then get the secrets they want to know from it."

Chu Moli curled his lips, and turned to Li Weiran with half-smiling eyes: "With his current cultivation level, of course the junior sister cannot let him fall asleep, but if Li Weiran's cultivation level and roots are abolished first,

Where are the bones?”

"Of course, this means Li Weiran is dead. The rapid aging after his cultivation is gone will make him unable to live for more than a day. But one day is enough for my junior sister to extract the secrets we want from his dreams.

"

The expression on Li Weiran's face suddenly stiffened, and he could no longer maintain his previous calmness and indifference.

He stared at Li Weiran, his face turned ferocious for a moment: "Chu——! Mo——! Li——! How dare you?!"

Chu Moli showed a shy and gentle smile and said slowly: "Don't look at me with such cannibalistic eyes! Will you have nightmares at night?"

Muyan felt that this method was very feasible.

She stopped Di Mingjue's movement and stepped forward slowly, "Since [Floating Life Like a Dream] is played by me, then it should also be up to me to abolish his cultivation. The grudges and grudges between Li Weiran and Jiyu

I don’t care, but killing him today is a personal grudge between me and Li Weiran, and has nothing to do with Jiyu.”

Li Weiran's eyes were a little red. He glared at Muyan who came forward, gritted his teeth and said, "Jun Muyan, you can't kill me! I can die in the hands of anyone, but it can never be you."

Muyan sneered: "From the moment you attacked my son, you should have expected this day to happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Qijue Sword was already thrusting towards Li Weiran's Dantian.

Li Weiran's pupils suddenly shrank.

There was a look of vulnerability and confusion on his face.

Then he chuckled and slowly closed his eyes.

God, how unfair you are!

Why is it that with the same bloodline, Di Mingjue has everything in the world, but I have nothing?

Even the only warmth and hope I have ever felt must be taken away?

"Mother, don't..."

A low, childish voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Muyan's movements.

Muyan made a move, turned around and looked towards the bed.

I saw Xiaobao opening his eyes at some point and using all his strength to stop Muyan's movements.

"Xiaobao!" Muyan could no longer care about Li Weiran, put away the Qijue Sword and rushed back to Xiaobao, hugging him in her arms, "Xiaobao, how are you?"

Xiaobao shook his head gently, and his voice was weak but firm: "Mother, don't kill Uncle Weiran."

"Why?" Before Muyan could speak, Chang Lao shouted anxiously, "Little master, this bad guy almost killed you, why do you still call him uncle?"

Xiaobao's face was pale, and his chapped lips opened and closed slightly, "Mother said that Li Weiran is his father's younger brother, so he is Xiaobao's uncle and... Xiaobao's relative..."

Because he is a relative, that's why he saved him again and again, even almost losing his own life.

Because they are family members, I obviously hated him at first, but later I didn’t hate him at all.

Chang Lao said angrily: "Little master, you treat him as a relative, but others treat you as an enemy. You will become like this now. You are in danger, and it is all because of Li Weiyan."
Chapter completed!