Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Great Immortal Youmu sighed, "Muyue, you are different from them...you are born immune to all poisons, so even if you are poisoned, you can get rid of it quickly, other immortals can't..."

Mu Yue froze for a moment, suddenly blessed to the heart.

Jumped up: "Master, I am naturally invulnerable to all poisons. Could it be that my blood can restrain poison? Then—Master, drink my blood! Maybe it will be fine."

She did what she said, and with a flash of light on her fingertips, she was about to tap her wrist.

"Nonsense!" [

Immortal Youmu stopped her as soon as he raised his hand: "Who said your blood can detoxify? Muyue, you are the god of war, don't do meaningless things. As a teacher, he is now controlled by Yao Ni, so he can't use the purest Zhu Xian Curse yourself. Therefore, Muyue, you must do it, this is the order of the teacher, and you must not violate it!"

In the end, he was already stern.

Meng Donghuang, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly sneered: "Issue Youjiao, it's your fault, Xuanyuan Shengjun is the ancestor of Gu, and he is proficient in poison techniques. Maybe he can detoxify the seven-color demon nitrate in your body. Why do you force your apprentice to be like this? Also force yourself to death?"

"Nonsense, there is no cure for this colorful demon nitrate! Xuanyuan Luoyu is just a Gu god, he can cure Gu, but how can he cure this poison?"

"How do you know if you don't try? Didn't he have physical contact with you just now? Nothing happened at all."

Meng Donghuang retorted.

Mu Yue's eyes suddenly lit up, and she jumped up: "Master, I asked him to detoxify you."

Turn around and run.

"Nonsense, Mu Yue, as a teacher, you are not allowed to have any ties with him!"

"Master, there won't be too much entanglement. Please ask him to save you first."

"Mu Yue, you want to disobey your teacher's orders?!"

The Great Immortal Youmu shouted: "Muyue, if you don't do anything, as a teacher, you will have to try suicide!"

The sword with a cold light in the hand of Great Immortal Youmo aimed at his chest, less than an inch away.

Mu Yue was taken aback for a moment, and walked back slowly.

Slowly stretch out your hand to catch the sword.

Great Immortal Youmu breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to hand it to her.

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