Bamboo horse is king

Chapter 587 I'm afraid, thank you
Although Luo Yifan said that Shen Jue'er was just asleep, but Mu Jingyuan was somewhat worried and did not bring Shen Jue'er back to the house.

Stayed at Luo Yifan's house all the time.

Shen Xiyue and Luo Yifan also sat on the side to watch.

Ye Qianyu and those old ancestors, wounded or dead, did not come after them.

At dawn, Shen Jue'er finally woke up, just like when she was sleeping in the past, she woke up and stretched herself.

Mu Jingyuan stared at her blankly, and subconsciously slowed down her breathing.

Shen Jue'er sat up and looked at Mu Jingyuan strangely, "What's wrong? Keep staring at me?"

Mu Jingyuan hugged Shen Jue'er into his arms tightly, "Girl, is there anything uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable?" Shen Jue'er frowned, "Am I very comfortable? What's wrong with you?"

Mu Jingyuan let her go, looked up and down, "Is there really nothing uncomfortable?"

"What's the matter with you?" Shen Jue'er reached out and touched Mu Jingyuan's forehead, "It's normal, and I don't have a fever!"

"Smelly girl, do you remember what happened last night?"

"What happened last night..." Shen Jue'er said, suddenly her face changed slightly, she stretched out her hand to caress the position of her heart, and lowered her head to check again, seeing the blood stains on her clothes, she couldn't calm down anymore.

"Last night, was I injured? Wasn't it a dream?"

When she woke up, she thought she was just having a nightmare.

Mu Jingyuan raised his hand to caress Shen Jue'er's face, looking at her intently with his dark eyes, feeling unspeakable fear in his heart, but also a little grateful, "Girl, you scared me to death last night!"

Shen Jue'er bit her lip and lowered her eyelids, "I was stabbed by the magic pestle yesterday, why are you fine today?"

"I don't know! The wound has healed by itself, as long as you are fine!"

"Big ice cube, where's the magic pestle?"

Mu Jingyuan's face became ugly, "That thing is dangerous, blame me last night, I shouldn't let you destroy the subduing magic pestle!"

"Where is the Subduing Demon Pestle? Show me!"

"threw!"

"Where did it go?"

"In the well!"

Shen Jue'er lifted the quilt and got out of bed, looking for Jiang Mo Chu.

Mu Jingyuan grabbed her and frowned, "That thing is dangerous, don't touch it!"

"Big ice, no more, the magic pestle won't hurt me anymore, that, in fact, it's not the magic pestle anymore, it won't hurt me anyway."

Mu Jingyuan pursed his lips, seeing Shen Jue'er's insistence, he said helplessly, "Ready to throw it away! Haven't thrown it away yet!"

Shen Jue'er's eyes lit up, "Then give it to me quickly!"

Mu Jingyuan glanced at her helplessly, then looked at Luo Yifan, "Subduing Demon Pestle!"

Luo Yifan walked to the desk, took the subduing magic pestle from a drawer, and handed it to Shen Jue'er.

Shen Jue'er was about to take it, but was snatched by Mu Jingyuan.

Mu Jingyuan was still not at ease, he shook the subduing pestle and said in a deep voice, "I'll take it, look!"

Shen Jue'er chuckled, "I told you, this thing won't hurt me again, last night..." After a pause, complex eyes appeared in his eyes, "Last night was an accident, but it's okay later!"

Mu Jingyuan pursed his lips and remained silent, with a stern face. One time was enough for what happened last night. He didn't want her to be in any danger anymore. He couldn't bear the consequences of losing her.

Shen Jue'er couldn't help it anymore, she stopped insisting, stared at the subduing magic pestle, sized it up for a while, and said, "This is stained with the blood of gods and human blood, it has lost its spirituality, it is no longer pure, it can't be called the subduing magic pestle. gone."

"Whoever falls into the hands, it will be his magic weapon."

"Ye Qianyu uses it to deal with you, and I can do the opposite, use it to deal with Ye Qianyu, or deal with the souls left by the ancient gods."

(End of this chapter)