Chapter 311

Before Mu Tianyan could speak, Lu Zijia looked up and comforted mu Yunhao, "Xiao Haozi, just put your heart back in your stomach. When did I disappoint you?"

Then she sat down on the ground without any image, which just made it convenient for her to draw inscriptions.

As for mu Yunhao, the second young man in his family, who has extremely dangerous eyes, "..."

Madam Er Shao, can't I be wrong? Can you not speak so vaguely?

Mu Yunhao was worried that Lu Zijia had destroyed the holy dragon sword, while he had to bear the chilly eyes of his two children. Don't mention how sad he was.

Before Lu Zijia drew an inscription on the holy dragon sword, he thought about it and decided to draw a defense inscription.

Mu Tianyan can't use his internal power now. If anything happens, he can also use this holy dragon sword to block it.

Thinking so, Lu Zijia began to do it.

No matter what, once Lu Zijia does it, he will devote himself to it.

Looking at Lu Zijia's modeling posture, I thought Lu Zijia was fooling mu Yunhao and others who wanted to pit them. They couldn't help looking at each other.

However, although their hearts were full of doubt and curiosity, they didn't speak at this time.

Mu Tianyan sat next to Lu Zijia and naturally saw all her movements clearly.

Just, but I don't understand what she's doing.

If she was drawing a talisman, she directly drew the picture and text on the weapon.

But it's not like she's joking.

Because she looked too serious and solemn, and he could vaguely feel that there was a force in Lu Zijia's hand holding the pen, which was a powerful force he had never felt before.

But soon, Mu Tianyan changed from shock to frowning, and his eyes showed a faint worry.

As Lu Zijia's face became paler and paler, Mu Tianyan's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. Even his hand on the armrest unconsciously clenched into a fist.

He wanted to make Lu Zijia stop, but he was afraid that rash interference would hurt Lu Zijia, so he could only suppress his impatience at the bottom of his heart.

As time passed quickly, Lu Zijia not only looked more and more pale, but also burst out a lot of cold sweat on his forehead.

In an hour.

"Zheng -"

At the moment when the inscription was finished, the holy dragon sword made a buzzing sound, giving people an extraordinary feeling.

"Well, at last there is no failure."

Looking at the defense array that had been completed in the end, Lu Zijia seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, with her current cultivation level, she was reluctant to draw inscriptions.

In addition, the inscription pen in hand is only a semi-finished product, which is even more reluctantly. It's good to be able to bite your teeth and insist on completing an inscription.

It's just that it's really hard to feel the serious depletion of spiritual power in the body!

Seeing that Lu Zijia stopped drawing, Mu Tianyan didn't go to see the holy dragon sword that had accompanied him for many years, but helped Lu Zijia sit back on the sofa for the first time.

"How are you? Do you want to see a doctor? "

Observing that her lips were dry and peeling, Mu Tianyan picked up the cup on the tea table and handed it to Lu Zijia's lips.

It was rare for someone to serve. Lu Zijia would not refuse. He opened his mouth and drank all the tea in the cup.

Seeing this, Mu Tianyan poured her a cup of tea himself. When he wanted to pour the third cup of tea, Lu Zijia refused.

"I'm fine. I'm just a little weak."