After saying that, he turned around and looked at Muyan: "Little junior sister, how are you feeling?"

Muyan's whole body was soaked in cold sweat at this time, and she used all her strength to restrain herself from making strange noises and from shaking violently.

When she heard Chu Moli's lightly thrown question, she almost wanted to scold her.

"Third senior brother!" Muyan gritted her teeth and said, "Do you want to stop playing the piano and chatting with Han Jiaming? When your little junior sister dies from the curse, do you want to ask me this question again?"

Chu Moli rarely saw his calm and composed junior sister showing such an expression, and couldn't help but laugh softly.

After laughing, the expression on his face instantly calmed down.

Open your left and right hands to make a bow and arrow movement.

But in his hand that was supposed to be empty, a translucent silver long bow and black arrows gradually appeared.

The tip of the arrow pointed directly at Han Jiaming's forehead.

Han Jiaming's eyes widened, and suddenly he felt as if a pair of hands were holding his heart.

He wanted to hide and escape.

But his whole body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from Han Jiaming's forehead.

At the same time, whew——!

The arrow flew out and hit Han Jiaming between his eyebrows.

Han Jiaming's body shook violently, his face turned pale, and his whole body was frozen in place like a sculpture.

The flashing runes and red light in the room completely disappeared after the arrow penetrated Han Jiaming's body.

Chu Mo let go of his hand, the silver bow disappeared, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Muyan's movements were also extremely fast.

After the runes disappeared, the burning feeling in her body disappeared.

She immediately took out the Tianmo Qin and plucked the strings.

As the music of the piano echoed in the room, Chu Moli's pale and ashen face finally gained a little more popularity.

Yu Zhengqing looked at Chu Moli and then at Muyan, with unconcealed shock and admiration in his eyes.

Xiaoyaomen, what kind of sect is this?

It's not enough to have a monster like Chu Moli, the other people are also more terrifying than the last.

The sound of the piano changed from exciting and lingering, to slowly turning into the gurgling water, and finally disappeared.

Muyan let out a breath, put away the Tianmo Qin, walked to Chu Moli, and grabbed his wrist.

After she was sure that Chu Moli's body could still hold on, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, attention fell on Han Jiaming, "What's wrong with him? Is he stupid or dead?"

Ever since he was hit by Chu Moli's arrow, Han Jiaming had been frozen on the spot.

The whole person is like a stone sculpture, without any breathing fluctuations.

But if you say he is dead, it doesn't look like he is.

Chu Moli coughed lightly, and then said casually: "He was just turned into a puppet by the [Lovesickness Curse]."

Life is alive, but it is worse than death.

From now on, he can only obey the orders of his master like a walking zombie.

If there is no order from the master, it will wait for the body to rot and die.

Muyan took a slight breath.

She didn't sympathize with Han Jiaming, but was frightened by Han Jiaming's master's methods.

The people under your command will either succeed or become puppets.

How heartless and cruel is this?

Suddenly, Chu Moli's voice paused and he said softly "Hey".

I saw a shadow suddenly appearing next to Han Jiaming's sculpture-like body.

The phantom actually looks exactly like Han Jiaming.

Muyan's pupils shrank: "Clone phantom?"
Chapter completed!