Mu Wushuang nodded and immediately jumped into the courtyard of Beimo Mansion. At this time, the Beimo family had no longer the chaos of the previous two days, and only maids and servants in groups of three or three went in and out of the corridor door. Mu Wushuang flew to the ground and immediately lowered her body, almost integrating with the lush bonsai and the realistic rockery in the courtyard. Then Mu Wushuang took advantage of the servant's distracted moment and immediately used his light skills to come to a gorgeous villa.

Mu Wushuang stuck to the exterior wall of the main building of the other courtyard like a shadow, quietly looking into the room through the slightly raised bamboo window. She saw a pretty gorgeous woman sitting in front of the dressing table, allowing the maid to slowly combed her hair like a waterfall. After Mu Wushuang took a quick look, she jumped over the not-so-high courtyard wall and came to another courtyard. Then Mu Wushuang lowered her body and hid behind the rockery in the other courtyard.

After the two maids hurriedly walked out with a wooden barrel, Mu Wushuang raised his body slightly, slowly flashed out of the window, and looked into the room through the cracks in the window. A woman was wrapping herself tightly, leaving only a black black hair on the pillow. Mu Wushuang looked at the woman's raised figure on the quilt and suddenly remembered Long Yubing who was resting in the Heiyuan Forest. At the moment, the figure of this woman was no different from that of Long Yubing. Mu Wushuang couldn't help but bit her lips silently and said with some anxiety in her heart: "This... this is definitely not the uncle of the junior teacher..."

At this time, Master Beimo suddenly pushed open the door of the other yard and asked the maid in the yard with a proud look on his face, "Have Long Ji rested?" A maid hurriedly knelt down and replied, "Sir, Long Ji has been overworked and has already rested first." Master Beimo snorted with great dissatisfaction: "Can she not stand such a trivial matter? She is too spoiled!" The maid was so scared that she hurriedly pressed against the ground, not daring to say a word.

Mu Wushuang's mind was empty, and the anger in his chest burned directly to his head with the blood. When Master Beimo walked to the door of the building, Mu Wushuang could no longer help it. He flashed to Master Beimo and suddenly drew out Juluo's sword and pointed it at him. Master Beimo was also startled by Mu Wushuang, and took two steps back in a hurry before pretending to be calm and looked at Mu Wushuang and said, "Random! Is this the place you are here?!"

Mu Wushuang squinted his eyes and slowly raised the Ju Luojian in his hand and shouted: "You caught my uncle here, what do you want to do!" Master Beimo looked at Mu Wushuang in confusion, and then snorted coldly: "Your uncle? You can't find your uncle, so you found me on my head? Tell you! No uncle you are!"

Mu Wushuang looked at the scoundrel Beimo Shi, slowly frowned and asked, "What did you say? If you have the ability, say it again!" At this time, a faint female voice came from the room: "Get back." Mu Wushuang couldn't help but feel a stern, which was the voice of Long Yubing. Mu Wushuang turned his head with a loss of thought and stared at the empty inner hall. At this time, the female voice came slowly: "I told you to retreat, didn't you hear it?"

Mu Wushuang's mind tightened, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground for a long time, staring at the dark hall like a sculpture. Master Beimo smiled proudly, and then said loudly: "Long Ji, can I go in?" Long Yubing's voice was silent for a moment before slowly coming: "Master Beimo, please come in and talk."

Mu Wushuang watched Master Beimo walk into the inner room and close the door, his heart seemed to be chopped to pieces with a random knife. After a long time, a maid carefully said to Mu Wushuang: "General...you, please...please move somewhere else..." Mu Wushuang silently picked up Ju Luojian and carried it directly on his shoulder, without paying attention at all, Ju Luojian had already pressed a scar about an inch deep on his shoulder, and blood continued to fall along Mu Wushuang's left shoulder to the ground.

The maid shouted and advised him, "General, don't... don't hurt yourself..." Mu Wushuang glanced at the maid expressionlessly and walked out of Beimo Mansion with a stiff pace. When Mu Wushuang found Lin Miao, the blood stains behind Mu Wushuang had already flowed all the way. Lin Miao saw Mu Wushuang carrying Ju Luojian towards him, naturally was startled by him, and hurried forward to grab Ju Luojian from Mu Wushuang's hand.

Then Lin Miao whispered to Mu Wushuang: "Are you crazy? Why are you doing self-harm if you are fine?" Mu Wushuang just looked at Lin Miao with his eyes blankly, and then squatted on the ground with dejected expression. Lin Miao looked at the blood on Ju Luo Jian, first glanced at the ghost handprint on his right arm, and then stared at Mu Wushuang and slowly said: "The seal is fine... Hello, what are you doing? Explain it to me!"

Mu Wushuang just turned his face and looked at the sand at Lin Miao's feet, but he still refused to say anything. Lin Miao curled his lips and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Uncle Master, come here quickly! Mu Tou's grandson is possessed by evil again, come and treat it quickly!" Mu Wushuang immediately raised his head when he heard this, and heard a slightly dissatisfied voice from the corner: "Die hooligan, you lied to me again, right? Why did Wushuang get possessed by evil? You dare to go to the room and remove the tiles if you don't beat me for three days, right?"

Mu Wushuang hurriedly stood up, and Long Yubing and Su Xiaoyu did flash out of the corner from not far away and slowly came behind Lin Miao. Zhang Tingmu and Gu Xin also walked over with Long Yubing, and then stood not far behind Lin Miao. Mu Wushuang felt uncontrollable ecstasy in his heart. Just as he was about to speak, Long Yubing stood in front of him with frost, raised his head slightly and said, "We just won the battle, why are you so dejected? You... what's the injury on your shoulder?!"

Mu Wushuang looked at Long Yubing's face turning from anger to heartache, and of course, he smiled slightly uncontrollably. Long Yubing was stunned for a moment, and then immediately said to him with a blushing face: "Why are you smirking? I'm asking you, are you looking for a fight?" As he said that, Long Yubing raised his right hand in anger, hesitated for a moment before slowly swinging it on Mu Wushuang's face.

Although Mu Wushuang was restless, his physical instinct and martial arts were still there. In addition, Long Yubing had no intention of hitting him, so Mu Wushuang grabbed Long Yubing's wrist. Long Yubing immediately glared at Mu Wushuang with embarrassment. Gu Xin looked at Mu Wushuang and Long Yubing, who were squinting, and felt a sense of amusement.
Chapter completed!