Chapter 4307
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Han Jiaming reached out to hold Muyan's face and was about to kiss her.
However, at this moment, he heard the girl's low and hoarse voice without any panic or anger: "I think you also don't dare to reveal your master's identity, and you can't even reveal it."
"If that's the case, then there's no need for me to play along with you."
Muyan reached out and pushed him a few steps away.
Han Jiaming paused and frowned at her, "What do you mean?"
He had always been a scheming person. Hearing this, he immediately looked at Muyan from head to toe.
After confirming that she was really affected by the [Lovesickness Demon Love Curse], he breathed a sigh of relief.
He really liked and admired the girl in front of him.
Even at this point, she could still calmly try to provoke him with words and strike back.
It was a pity that her opponent was him.
The tenderness and desire in Han Jiaming's eyes became stronger.
He was about to step forward when Muyan slightly raised her voice: "Third brother, come in."
As soon as she finished speaking, the dark room suddenly shook violently.
A gust of wind blew, extinguishing all the lit candles in the room.
But the light didn't dim, because the walls and doors around the room once again lit up with a dazzling red light.
Golden runes appeared on the surface, rippling like water, but also like a spider web that was slowly being torn apart by a hand.
Han Jiaming's complexion changed greatly, and he suddenly looked at the door where the runes were the most concentrated.
With a bang, the runes on the door finally couldn't hold on any longer and shattered.
Then the door opened, and dazzling light shone in from outside, forcing Han Jiaming to close his eyes.
When he opened them again, he found two people outside the room.
One had a grave and stern expression, and his whole body was emitting a bone-piercing killing intent. His cultivation was around the peak of Golden Immortal.
The other was sitting in a wheelchair. His face was pale, and his figure was thin. He looked cultured and refined, but also fragile.
He was a cripple that no one would be wary of.
But Han Jiaming's gaze was focused on him, not even for a moment.
"Who are you?!"
Chu Moli smiled and pointed at Muyan, "Didn't you hear it just now?"
Third brother!
This person was Muyan's third brother, a disciple of the Xiaoyao School.
During the day in the Heavenly Enchantment Palace, Han Jiaming had seen the disciples of the Carefree Sect shine.
He also knows about their relationship with Jun Muyan's fellow apprentices.
But at that time, Han Jiaming didn't care about them at all.
His natural talent was awe-inspiring, and he'd attained the Mysterious Immortal Realm at the age of twenty.
Even in the Xiuxian Continent, such geniuses were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
But so what if they were rare?
No matter how talented he was, he was only a Xuan Immortal.
After Han Jiaming recovered from his shock, he had already thrown them to the back of his mind.
Just like how he was surprised that Jun Shitian would be moved by a girl from the lower realms, but he didn't even think of investigating Ning Yanxin's identity.
In their eyes, the weak had no right to be remembered.
But at this moment, Han Jiaming was filled with regret. He regretted that he had neglected the Xiao Yao Sect.
His eyes were fixed on Chu Moli, "Who exactly are you? Why can he break the seal of the [Little Land of the Curse God]? Even Di Ming Jue and Jun Shitian couldn't do it. In this world, other than … there was no one else who could do it. How did you do it? "
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