"I thought you would ask me why I was here." Si Mu looked at his nominal little apprentice with a smirk.

Wen Jiu nodded indifferently, then, as before, he opened his eyes and quietly looked at the man in front of him, "This has nothing to do with me."

"Xiao Jiu is not good." When Wen Jiu had no time to react, Si Mu reached out and pointed on Wen Jiu's forehead: "It's still the same as before. He was so curious that he had to keep a calm face and look like a little adult."

"You..." Wen Jiu was slightly stunned, and then she realized that she could not move at all. Her dark eyes deepened little by little, and her voice was slightly cold: "Let go."

"Oh!" Seeing Wen Jiu brute forcefully rushing to the shackles he had settled, Si Mu sighed softly, leaned over and hugged Wen Jiu gently in his arms, walking like a rare treasure, saying, "Is Xiao Jiu still angry?"

"Are you Si Gu or Si Mu?" Wen Jiu gently closed her eyebrows, calmed down, and simply stopped rushing to the confinement on her body.

Si Mu, who had expected Wenjiu to ask this, smiled lightly, walked towards the palace he had spent many years on the top of the mountain and said, "It's Xiaojiu's master. When I came to this world, his soul was destroyed."

"Hmm?" Wen Jiu frowned: "Then do you know Si Wu?"

"I know." Si Mu nodded: "This body sister, the ghost who follows you today."

"It's you on the roof!" Wen Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I miss Xiaojiu too much." Si Mu did not refute and responded directly. The steps under his feet were walking towards the palace that was exactly the same as Daqi and said, "This palace is the new life gift I prepared for Xiaojiu. Do you like Xiaojiu?"

Wen Jiu turned his head and looked at the cold and noble palace, then stared at Si Mu's eyes and said clearly, "Xinsheng? Did you save me from Daqi?"

"Yes, right?" Si Mu nodded and shook his head. He finally said nothing more when he spoke.

He carefully placed Wen Jiu in the palace, Si Mu bowed back, gave Wen Jiu respectfully and said, "Welcome back, my lord."

"Yes." Warm wine with a muffled groan swallowed the blood rushing from his dantian, threw Abi towards Simu directly, and raised his energy to attack Simu.

Obviously, he knew that Wenjiu would not be a little baby at the mercy of others. Si Mu was so doting and indulging at Wenjiu as if he was looking at a naughty child. He gently avoided Wenjiu's offensive and said lightly: "Xiaojiu, you are still too weak now."

"Is that true?" Wen Jiu narrowed his eyes gently, and his scarlet bloody eyes slowly replaced his dark pupils. Abi on his hand instantly turned into blood red. However, before Wen Jiu could take action, Si Mu knew that Wen Jiu would change like this, so he just shook his head and pamperedly practiced with Wen Jiu.

After thinking about it, Si Mu frowned slightly at Abi, who was getting more and more evil. The hands that were usually only used to hold the flute suddenly grabbed Wen Jiu's wrist like an eagle claw.

Wen Jiu, who noticed Si Mu's movement, turned his wrist slightly and threw Abi towards his other hand. He took Abi's Wen Jiu's move with his left hand and wiped it directly at Si Mu's neck.

Si Mu liked the wolves as a wolf cub like Wenjiu from the bottom of his heart. His originally gentle and elegant eyes suddenly felt a sense of bloody excitement, and his hands were not moving slowly like the trained child just now.

Si Mu, who gradually turned to attack, looked at the bloody marks on the child in front of him, and the bloody smell on the tip of his nose became stronger. Finally, when he grabbed the warm wine like a rag doll with his last claw, the excitement in Si Mu's eyes gradually dissipated.

Looking at Wen Jiu, whose meridians were broken by him, Si Mu suddenly hugged Wen Jiu in his arms with heartache, and his lips were trembling and gently printed on Wen Jiu's forehead, whispering: "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, it doesn't hurt, Master will pick it up for you, Master will pick it up for you."

After saying that, Si Mu grabbed Wenjiu's soft wrists, and the scarlet spiritual power slowly injected into Wenjiu's meridians, repairing Wenjiu's broken meridians inch by inch.

Wen Jiu, who had been dismantled and reorganized, swallowed the blood from his throat in big mouthfuls, but the blood from his meridians was so little. It was like a constant red silk cloth, slowly overflowing from the corner of Wen Jiu's mouth, sliding across his pale cheeks, dyeing Si Mu's white Tang suit red.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was repairing his soul on the sand, suddenly trembled all over. His roaring evil aura was like a roar of thousands of ghosts, and his golden magic eyes opened in front of everyone without any concealment.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who had completed his marriage with Wenjiu, suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Skinny beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead. He was so painful, so what should his baby bear at this time...

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was afraid to think about it, wanted to use his magic power to rush to Wen Jiu, but he couldn't. Xuanyuan Jimo, who was restricted by the way of heaven, knew very clearly that if he did it again, he might not let him see Ajiu again.

Blood flowed out of his tight fist at some point from his fingers. Xuanyuan Jimo, who had never been as powerless as he is now, had to recite the Heart Sutra quickly and repair his broken soul.

It seemed that Si Mu was almost sickly and threw his spiritual energy into Wen Jiu's dilapidated body madly. Wen Jiu on the ground would only make a low muffled groan when it hurts a lot.

The dark pupils looked at Si Mu's anxious side face in confusion and surprise, and then everything turned into plainness, calm as if the abused body was not his at this time. Wen Jiu remembered the scene when this man saw him for the first time, the Si Mu who gently and cruelly wore Abi in his hands.

With a 'puff', he spit out the warm wine that could no longer swallow the blood in his mouth. He smiled suddenly and stared at the crazy Si Mu quietly and said calmly: "Si Gu is you, Si Mu is also you, so how many years have you lived?"

"You?" Si Mu glared at his eyes, then suddenly smiled and held Wen Jiu back on the chair and said, "Xiao Jiu is still as smart as ever."

"No, I'm very stupid." Wen Jiu shook his head, barely lifted his still-moving arm, wiped off the sticky blood at the corner of his mouth and said, "Because I still don't know what you want to do to collect the talents of those people."

"This..." Si Mu You smiled, then took out a silk handkerchief from his cuff, gently wiped off the blood stains on his face and said, "It's better not to learn how to behave, I won't be ashamed of my master now."

"Do you want to go back to Daqi? Or is the black hole not strong enough to let you go back to Daqi? Or do you want to go back to time?" Because it was so painful, Wen Jiu did not get rid of the palm that made him fur all over his body, but just talked about his guesses as if he was talking to himself.

Then he looked at the man's mouth with a calm smile still hanging on his face, and his warm wine suddenly showed his face, and his eyebrows were curved, saying, "Lucky, lucky."

"What's good?" Seeing that it was getting dark outside, Si Mu walked over, turned on the headlights in the hall, and then took out the mushroom soup he had prepared earlier from the back hall and said, "Tell me, let me be happy too."

Wenjiu gently turned her eyes, raised a smile, and shook the fragrance she smelled: "Luckily, you disappeared at the beginning, otherwise, wouldn't I look like you?"

"Ha." Si Mu, who chuckled out loud, was not annoyed. He just scooped the soup with a spoon and then sent it to Wen Jiu's mouth as usual: "How to eat first, after the meal, Master teaches you to use simple spells. At that time, Master walked faster and forgot to teach you something, otherwise the little way of heaven... will not be said anymore."

Little Tiandao? Wenjiu opened her mouth and swallowed the soup in the spoon. It seemed that the old man was right at the beginning. Her master was really unfathomable, but she could give birth to two souls. Tiandao did not take it seriously.

Seeing Wen Jiuru as obedient as he was when he was a child, Si Mu's mood suddenly improved a lot, and even talked a lot more. He casually talked about his family and said, "Xiao Jiu, Master doesn't agree with your marriage with Pluto."

"Hmm?" Wenjiu continued to drink the soup in her mouth. It has to be said that Simu's craftsmanship is indeed much better than Jimo. Wenjiu, which wastes nothing and will never waste food, has always been a stubborn attitude towards everyone eating.

"He is too weak and not worthy of you." After saying that, Si Mu took a handkerchief and dipped it in the corner of his mouth with a soup stain that was dipped in warm wine, and said, "And, he is the person over there, Xiaojiu, he can't do it..."

"On over there?" Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Which side?"

"God!" A trace of hatred flashed in Si Mu's eyes, and then he immediately covered it up and quickly returned to his usual handsome young man.

"Is that true?" Wen Jiu moved his body, opened his mouth and took a sip of the meal and said, "What is Alice?"

"Chaos." Si Mu said directly without hiding it, "Alice is chaos, which can create chaos that black holes. Just like the auspicious clouds you hold around you, they all belong to chaos. They are just chaos condensed by filthy things, and the other is chaos that gathers the spirit of the weather and transforms from human hopes."

"Then can you wake Ziya up?" Wenjiu chewed the food in her mouth.

"No." Si Mu shook his head, then half-jokingly said, "But I can disperse him."

Wen Jiu, who knew that he was not Si Mu's opponent, did not overestimate himself to challenge an impossible task. Perhaps Si Wu would have some solutions. Wen Jiu, who had slightly curled his lips, finally felt the milky white spiritual power condensed in his dantian.

Unlike Si Mu's violent spiritual power, the spiritual power in Wen Jiu's body is gentle like a warm current, slowly expanding and nourishing the meridians that Wen Jiu had just connected.

At this time, Si Mu, who had just brought the bowl away, suddenly turned his head and looked at the warm wine sitting on the chair, even if he didn't move, which could automatically pour into the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth into the small body. It was the spiritual energy between the heaven and earth, the purest and most powerful spiritual power, but it was the spiritual power that he could never get for thousands of years.

Suddenly, a blood-red fishy mist suddenly surged all over Si Mu's body. If you look carefully, you will be surprised to find that it is also spiritual energy, but it is just a evil spirit. The evil spirit that can make people fall into destruction is a gathering of others' spiritual energy.

After all, it is not my own. It is not my own. It is not the first time I feel the spiritual energy killer Si Mu smiled strangely, and then slowly stuffed the spiritual energy back into his dantian as if he was fighting with those spiritual energy.

Xuanyuan Jimo, who was parachuting off the plane, saw that his little guy was lying motionless on the chair, and the lower part of the chair was covered with scarlet blood stains, which seemed extremely annoying.

Si Mu, who was just missing a practice, smiled at Xuanyuan Jimo with a warm wine on his back and said, "The spiritual power of the Pluto should be an excellent supplement."

"Do you want it?" Xuanyuan Jimo, who originally wanted to calm down, went crazy the moment he saw the warm wine. The reincarnation in his hand ignored the pressure of the heavenly way and held it directly in the palm of his hand, grinning at Si Mubiao's teeth and said coldly: "Then I will give it to you with my own hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Jimo slashed at Si Mu directly with the reincarnation, and the golden Dharma eyes were filled with slaughter.

Just as Wen Jiu thought, Si Mu, with a pair of extremely exquisite hand bones, was indeed a jade flute with a crimson tassel. Si Mu, who held the jade flute in his hand, was like a gentleman in ancient times. His face was like a crown of jade, and his jade tree was in the wind. He should be the lover in the dream of a girl waiting to marry.

I just sigh that it’s a pity that the scimitar embedded deep behind it destroyed this beauty.

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I really portray Si Mu very carefully...

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