Quick wear to greet His Royal Highness the Demon King

Chapter 247 The thread of fate, the rope puppet 3
"Little Junior Sister, is there anyone to pick me up?"

For some reason, Mo Yunlou was a little unhappy when he heard the junior sister said that he was going back.

Hearing this, Mu Zhi read the letter carefully, then shook his head.However, it is also understandable that although her current status does not make her a living target, she is a thorn in the side of many people, and she probably did not send someone to pick her up to avoid assassination.

"Isn't your prince brother too unreliable? Let you, a delicate little girl, go back by yourself?!" Although Mo Yunlou said so, he was secretly laughing.

Mu Zhi's eyebrows twitched when he heard this, and he had a vague guess in his heart.Sure enough, the next second I heard Mo Yunlou say:

"It's inconvenient for little junior sister to be out alone, senior brother, I have nothing to do recently, so I'll send you back home!"

Mu Zhi pretended to hesitate for a moment: "Is it too much trouble for senior brother?"

"No trouble no trouble, senior brother is very busy recently."

If people from Yuncheng City Lord's Mansion or Liuyun Trading Company heard this, they would probably cry in anger, Young City Master/Young Master, are you free?Is that what he thinks so?The following group of people broke their legs in a hurry, and they did almost everything that the young city lord/young lord should do!
"Then trouble brother!"

"Don't call me 'Senior Brother', there are five senior brothers above you! Call me Yunlou from now on!" For some reason, Mo Yunlou wanted to be the one who was different in the heart of the girl in front of him.

"Okay, Yunlou." Muzhi followed suit.

"In that case, let's bid farewell to Master."

"it is good."

Mu Zhi and Mo Yunlou went to see the medical sage to bid farewell. The somewhat fairy-like old man with white beard seemed to have expected this day.

The old man sighed.

"I've known for a long time that Tianyi Valley can't keep you. It's just that Ah Zhi, your road is very dangerous. Be careful when you go back. The harm in the palace is not only poisonous. Don't think that you can sit back and relax after practicing medical skills." .”

"Yes, the disciple strictly follows the teachings of the master."

The medical sage looked at Mo Yunlou again: "It's good to have you to escort your little junior sister back. You have a special status, so no one should be in a hurry to find death and attack the people around you."

Mo Yunlou smiled cynically: "Master said this as if I were a scourge."

The medical sage cast an annoyed glance at this disciple who had always been restless.

"No one is willing to provoke the young city lord of Yuncheng."

The world is in conflict, and Yuncheng stands at the junction of Beichen and Nanqi, but it does not belong to any country.How could it be possible for a city that dared to become independent without a rich heritage?But no one with a brain would be happy to provoke its heir!

The smile on Mo Yunlou's face restrained a bit.

"It's just under the shadow of the High Priest. The High Priest exiled immortals from the world and ignored the common world, so the Mo family took advantage of it."

The medical sage's eyes lit up, and his wrinkled face burst into laughter. The old man who was originally a fairy became inexplicably... wretched.

"Hehehe, I heard that the high priest on the observatory in Yuncheng has lived for thousands of years, is it true?"

The corner of Mo Yunlou's mouth twitched, he is a master, he looks quite serious on the surface, but in fact... an old naughty boy, he also gossips!
"I don't know, but I heard from my father that the high priest has been on the observatory since my grandfather's generation, and has never come down. I don't know for a thousand years, but there are still a hundred years."

Although he complained endlessly in his heart, Mo Yunlou still told the truth.

Muzhi was also surprised when he heard the words: "Is there anyone who can live that long?"

The medical sage said, "Are you sure you haven't come down? What did he eat and drink for a hundred years? Could it be that he really eats wind and drinks dew like a fairy?"

A strange feeling rose in Mu Zhi's heart.

[Little Xingchen, what happened to that high priest? 】In the memories of Mu Weizhi and related plots she received, there is nothing about this so-called high priest.

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