Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

But it doesn't mean that the high priest can't get married and have children. It's just that people in the high priest's position are heartless at first sight.

"Mr. Mu is joking." Rong Zhu also put down the cup, "the second thing is that in the secret environment assessment of Shengguang college, waste wood mu'an showed superb strength and saved everyone."

"Is it?" Mu Yun An's face is indifferent, as if listening to other people's stories.

Oh, well, so what?

"Don't you have anything to say?" Rong Zhu suddenly felt that this man was just salt and oil.

It's all about this. Isn't it clear?

"These stories are very good." Mu Yunan expressed his views.

To the point, to the point.

"Rong Zhu.

It doesn't seem to be the point.

"When the town government tests Lingli, you are a waste wood." Rong Zhu went straight to the theme, "but now you..."

Now he still doesn't see through muyun'an's life.

But he can obviously feel that there is a different energy in muyun'an's body.

That's psychic power.

It is impossible to cultivate a waste material without spiritual power in the body.

So, how did he do it?

"Oh, you're wrong." Muyun'an's face is not red and his heart is not beating.

She is Hu WA, so what?

It's impossible for the high priest to find evidence.

"No way." Rong Zhu's tone is very firm.

"For the sake of that, I'll tell you the truth." Mu yun'an suddenly quietly close to the high priest's eyes.

The fragrance came from her face, and Rong Zhu frowned a little uneasily.

A boy still wears perfume on his body?

But this smell is not the smell of perfume.

"One night, I dreamt that there was an immortal. He said that I could be made. Unfortunately, the meridians were blocked. He couldn't bear to see a talent like me buried, so he helped me get through Ren Du's two meridians." Mu yun'an's ability of telling lies with his eyes open is getting better and better.

Give her a platform, and she can tell the story of hundreds of millions of years in the world.

"Is that so?" Rong Zhu's face was suspicious.

As a high priest, he communicated with heaven and earth and naturally believed in these things.

But

This product exaggerates itself a little too much. You know, I've got gold on my face.

"Naturally." If you lie too much, you will believe yourself.

Muyun'an is right.

"That's good." Rong Zhu leaned back on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

He worried that if muyun'an used any magic to enhance his power, it would be intolerable by heaven.

Mu yun'an stretched out his hand, and his white palm came out from the wide cuff. His fingertips were mellow and lovely.

Rong Zhu looks at the palm of his hand, which is very close to him.

And these hands are too small. They don't look like boys' hands at all.

Maybe it's because mu'an is still a child and hasn't grown up yet.

Mu yun'an smiles, rubs her fingers, and then lights a bright flame on her index finger.

She's showing off her fire power.

It's not just for the high priest, it's important for so many eyes in the dark.

Satisfy your curiosity.

It's hard to hide in the dark. You can't go home empty handed.

Rong Zhu looks at a small fire which is very close to his nose, and his eyes are full of admiration.