Chapter 160

Her explanation is quite reasonable. It is true that immortals are not something that ordinary people can see at will.

However, Mo Yan still had one last illusion: "where's the voice? Is it a man or a woman? "

"Woman."

Ziqianmo replied casually.

Mo Yan's tone is a little urgent: "but the voice of a seven or eight year old girl?"

The purple fields were in a daze.

What?

Witty as she was, she immediately understood something. I love you!

I'm waiting for her here! Mo Yan is suspicious of her other vest! The body of Baize's soul with Yang God coming out of the body is the voice of a seven or eight year old girl!

Seeing that she was speechless, Mo Yan explained, "I know a friend in the secret place of burning Xi, and she can also refine medicine to broaden her veins."

Ziqianmo's brain is buzzing.

She can't hear what Mo Yan is saying. She can only see his thin lips open and close.

It's over!

I lost my vest!

And it fell so hard!

I had known that he was so keen that when he was in the secret place of burning Xi, he would not be given the decoction to widen his muscles. When she came back from the secret place, she gave him the pills herself. Isn't it the same?

Ah ah, how so careless!

Ziqianmo was extremely remorseful and miserable. But because of facial paralysis for more than 4000 years, even if the heart again chaos, on the surface still can maintain high cold.

What should I do?

If you tell a lie, you have to use more lies.

In a hurry, ziqianmo blurted out: "it's the voice of a seven or eight year old girl."

Since he misunderstood.

Then let him misunderstand in the end!

"Seriously?" Mo Yan held his breath. Although he tried to suppress it, there was still joy in his deep Phoenix eyes.

He stretched out a pair of big hands, clasped her arms, palms as hot as magma, as his eyes.

Ziqianmo nodded

Human, why do you want such chicken jelly.

Isn't the reaction a little too big.

"It's her."

Mo Yan's voice was low, his eyes were firm, and he murmured, "it must be."

At the end of the day, how can there be so many superb medical skills, comparable to the existence of immortals, but just ready to refine the same medicine.

Too many coincidences.

It's inevitable!

Ziqianmo felt tired. She was a little depressed and regretted. She began to doubt whether she was playing with Yaosheng?

Why do you feel like digging a hole and burying yourself?

"Miss seven."

Mo Yan noticed his gaffe, took a deep breath, let go of the grip on her arms, looked at her, and said, "please be good with her... I mean that immortal learns medical skills. She's good. She'll teach you a lot. "

In this world, there is no better demon than little Momo.

Since xiaomomo has chosen Miss seven, which has brought her life a turn for the better and taught her magical medical skills, she must have her reasons.

Mo Yan thinks more and more.

If Xiao Momo chose Miss seven first and taught her in her dream, it would not be an accident to walk with her in the secret place of burning Xi.

Ziqianmo nodded without expression: "Oh."

Fortunately, he wanted to interrupt!

And it seems to go further and further, hehe.

From now on, she has another identity - the immortal master in Miss seven's dream, eh.

In a few days, it's time to meet Mo Yan. Of course, it is the small white shape of Yang God out of the body. She has to keep in mind the idea of "immortal master". She can't show her true feelings any more.