the other side.

Fu Molan clasped his hands and leaned on a sacred pillar, staring at Bai Chen with a good look.

Obviously.

For Bai Chen, an ally who suddenly appeared.

Fu Molan doesn't trust him.

Suddenly.

Bai Chen, who was looking at the statue, turned around and smiled toothily at Fu Molan, as bright as a young man.

Fu Molan frowned, as if he could pinch a mosquito to death. Fu Molan was unmoved by Bai Chen's smiling face and still leaned against the divine pillar with his arms folded.

Otherwise.

But her mother's voice came from her sea of ​​consciousness:

"Mo Lan, this kid looks good. Do you think he is interested in you? I have no objection. Although cultivation is a big thing, if a beloved person can walk hand in hand with you, it will be a good thing. Mo Lan

Lan..."

"Mother, it's time for you to practice."

Fu Molan's right hand hidden in his sleeve made a strong seal.

The voice that sounded in her sea of ​​consciousness suddenly disappeared.

Otherwise.
Chapter completed!