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Chapter 761

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At least … at least this time, the Miss didn't let them take off their clothes and put on an enchanting pose for Lou Beiyu to draw ah!

Guan Hu doesn't know that if it weren't for a certain narrow-minded man, Muyan would really want to unlock several new painting poses.

What they should thank was a certain Jun Shang's overbearing possessiveness.

The sky gradually darkened and the zither music that tortured the Nether Fire Army slowly dissipated.

Mu Yan's hand presses on the zither strings, emitting a rapid sound.

She did not look at the wailing Nether Flame Army below her. Instead, she raised her head and looked at the sun that was slowly setting in the west.

It was already three to five in the afternoon, and Xiaobao … still hadn't returned.

At this moment, the sound of messy footsteps came from outside.

"Miss, there's an accident!" the people from the Ink Camp come in carrying a man covered in blood.

Seeing who it is, Muyan's heart suddenly sinks.

This man is precisely one of the Ink Camp elites that went out with Xiao Bao this morning.

"Miss, Little Master, he … he was taken away."

Mu Yan quickly puts a Pill into his mouth, "Where is it? Who are you? "

"Wuwang … Wuwang Mountain Range … I don't know who they are … but their cultivation is extremely high … Captain Chang Yu said they should be from the cultivation continent … Also, there's also Gong Qianxue and Jian Feng …"

Mu Yan's breathing suddenly becomes heavy.

Another person from the Cultivation Continent had actually appeared.

Was it because of Jian Feng and Gong Qianxue?

"We suffered heavy casualties, and only I managed to escape … Chang … Captain Chang chased … chased after Little Master … Miss, you … you have to save them quickly."

"Miss, we'll immediately send troops to save Little Master!" Guan Hu said anxiously.

"None of you move!" Mu Yan shouted sternly, her expression as cold as ice, "The Nether Flame Valley is under emergency martial law, no one is allowed to enter or leave without orders. I'll save him myself! "

"Miss!"

"Miss, how could you risk your life alone!!"

Mu Yan's gaze coldly sweeps over everyone, her voice carrying supreme majesty, "Those who disobey will be expelled from the Ghastly Flame Valley!"

It was silent below, but everyone's faces were filled with unwillingness and anxiety.

Mu Yan no longer pays attention to them, but instead looks at Ying Mei, "Let's go!"

Ying Mei hesitates for a moment, wondering if he should inform Di Ming Jue. In the end, he doesn't say anything and nods to follow Muyan.

Jun Shang's avatar is currently handling some matters in the Polar Domain. If you rashly interrupt him, someone in the Polar Domain might discover that Jun Shang's main body isn't in the Xiuxian Continent.

The last time Jun Shang was injured and went into seclusion, it already made some people in the Polar Domain suspicious.

What's more, it was just a bunch of clowns from the Cultivation Continent. At worst, she could just directly intervene and settle it for Miss Jun.

= = =

Two hours ago.

This time, Xiao Bao came to the Wuwang Mountains to pick a very rare Age-retaining Flower as a birthday gift for Mu Yan.

This kind of flower was very beautiful. It would change color according to the weather 24 hours a day.

The most important thing is that there's a prescription recorded in the "Treasured Canon of Supreme Draughts". After taking the draughts refined according to that prescription, not only can it nourish the yin and nourish the complexion, it can also keep a woman's appearance unchanged for at least a hundred years.

"Little Master, the Miss is already beautiful enough, you still want her to become even more beautiful, how can you let other women live?" An elite from the Ink Camp jokes.

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