Dressed as a sweet bag in the heart of a tyrant

Chapter 247 Deciding to Go to the Blood Pool

"Tut tsk tsk..." Wuyou couldn't help but raised his chin, and muttered in a low voice, "It's all because the little milk baby inherited this son... the unparalleled beauty of this son... !"

"..." There are six monks.

Everyone is a strong person with deep inner strength, and any movement and sound around them can't escape their ears.

So Wuyou's words naturally let them listen to them.

let alone...

The young man in red with unfathomable martial arts is already in sight.

He seemed to be stunned by Wuyou's words, his pair of deep purple phoenix eyes were dazed, looking a little cute.

"..." Wuyou.

Damn it!

Why did he suddenly feel that this boy was inexplicably more attractive than him?

Tsk, those dazed little eyes?

Whether it's a man or a woman, they can't stand it, right?
Moreover, why did he feel that the young man's phoenix eyes seemed familiar?
Wuyou crossed her chest with one hand, supported her head with the other hand, and tilted her head to think for a moment.

But I still can't remember where I saw it.

Forget it, forget it!Who does he look like?

Thinking of the young man's murmur just now, Wuyou's eyes flashed suddenly, he coughed twice and said: "My lord just heard what you said about Nuo'er..."

Before he finished speaking, his neck tightened suddenly, and the feeling of suffocation reached its peak in an instant.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Wuyou couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said with difficulty, "Nuoer is my son's daughter, if you hurt me even a little bit, she will definitely avenge me!"

Who cares, the master is also the father.

The little milk baby is his daughter, his worry-free biological daughter!
He said yes, then it must be!
"Girl?" The boy was taken aback again.

Wuyou hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes, she is a girl!"

"……"juvenile.

There was undisguised suspicion in a pair of purple eyes.

Noel's father?
The man in front of him looks like he is only at the age of standing up close to a weak crown.

But Nuo'er in this life, although she doesn't look like Ji, is already twelve or thirteen years old.

It can be seen that the relationship between the two cannot be a woman at all.

Thinking of how this man dared to take advantage of Nuo'er in this way, the boy felt black all over his body.

Wuyou keenly sensed the danger and immediately understood something.

So, he hurriedly explained: "It's the master and the adoptive father, not his own."

After a pause, she continued: "Her father is in Wei State, and he is the most beloved little princess of the Mi family in Yi State Duke's Mansion."

"Mi's family?" The boy narrowed his eyes, his eyes were dangerous, and he said in a low voice: "The most beloved little princess?"

The voice was like a cold wind in the winter moon, with a bone-chilling icy temperature of tens of degrees below zero.

"..." Wuyou couldn't help shivering.

He twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly all over his body: "Young master, I am very worried about the safety of my disciple. I hope you can tell her where she is at this time? Is she safe?"

It can be seen that this young man is not only in a high position, but also extremely possessive.

So, in order not to annoy the boy, Wuyou cleverly changed the subject.

A red light flashed in the boy's purple eyes, and he stared at Wuyou for a while.

He bowed his head slightly condescendingly, and the fragmented hair covered the gloomy look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the young man sneered: "Get out of here!"

A powerful airflow emanated from the whole body, and Wuyou and the six old monks were blown away together.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground resounded in the room.

Immediately afterwards, everyone spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Pfft..."

"..." Wuyou.

Holding his aching chest, he sat up with his back against the wall.

He rolled his eyes silently in his heart, and complained: "If you don't agree with each other, you will turn your face. I'm afraid this young man is crazy, isn't he?"

Thinking of this, Wuyou carefully looked at the young man.

The boy was still standing in the air, with cold eyes and fluttering silver hair.

When he met Wuyou's eyes, he suddenly evoked a strange smile: "Nuo'er, it belongs to me alone."

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Worriless: "..."

Sure enough, he was sick, and he was seriously ill.

He retracted his gaze and looked around vigilantly.

Thick black air gathered from all directions again, and Wuyou didn't care about complaining about the young man, so he hurriedly said to Hengkong: "Master Hengkong, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's look elsewhere first!"

The young man just suddenly went crazy, and he obviously has an unknown relationship with the little milk baby.

Wuyou suddenly remembered a series of weird things that happened in the tomb.

Why does the incorruptible corpse in the crystal ice coffin look exactly like the little milk baby?

There are also blue light, white clothes, including the magical space he has now...

Everything is weird and mysterious.

A bold idea suddenly appeared in Wuyou's heart...

"What the benefactor Wuyou said is reasonable." Heng Kong covered his chest, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued: "If the benefactor Wuyou doesn't object, I propose to go to the blood pool first."

At the beginning, the master punched them out of the underground palace in the blood pool, which made them regain their lives.

It's just that the situation was urgent at that time, and none of them knew how they left the palace under the master's palm.

Presumably there must be some mechanism there?
It's just that they don't know it yet?

Hearing this, Wuyou stared and pondered for a moment, finally nodded and said: "Okay! That's all we can do for the time being."

Anyway, since the young man cared so much about the little milk baby, her life should not be in danger.

Thinking like this, Wuyou's hanging heart finally relaxed, and he changed back to that unrestrained and handsome young man.

He stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body carelessly, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Heng Kong and his brothers looked at each other, and hurriedly followed behind.

On the way to the blood pool, the surrounding black air has decreased a lot.

"Old monk, are you sure it's this way?" Wuyou held a folding fan in his hand, and his face was a little unsightly: "We have been walking for several hours, right? Haven't we reached our destination yet?"

At the end, he asked again: "Is this underground palace so big? Why don't you believe me?"

Even if it is to visit the largest palace of Wei State among the four countries, it will take less than five or six hours, right?
Although there is no light around, coupled with the occasional black air, it will affect some speed more or less.

But they are all martial arts practitioners. Although their night vision ability cannot walk in the dark, it is like daytime, but it will not reach the point where it is difficult to walk.

"Amitabha!" Heng Kong folded his palms together, twirling the beads in his hands, "Donor Wuyou, the smell of blood here is obviously much stronger than before. I must have never gone wrong this way."

After a pause, he frowned and said, "It's just... when I came with the master, I really never walked so far."

(End of this chapter)