Chapter 327 The Fishes' Plan 4.5K (1/2)
In the neat and elegant room, the candlesticks in the room light up the whole room.
Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a strange room.
This shouldn't be my room, but it's not Ruoxi's room either... Where did they bring me?
Mu Zhian finally came to his senses and sat up in shock while dying of illness.
However, when he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt that both sides of his wrists were bound by a chain shining with golden light. Unfortunately, there were no chains on his feet, otherwise it would have been the famous scene of the "Dark Mage".
"The Lock of Desolate Time?!" Mu Zhian almost lost his voice.
A head poked out of the lock on the left side, tilting the lock slightly, as if to say: Call me?
Mu Zhian looked at the Lock of Desolate Time on his wrist in confusion and began to panic.
It stands to reason that there were so many people present at that time, even if sister Lingxuan was 'blackened', they should not be able to let her tie the Lock of Desolate Time to their wrists.
But now... Ye Lingxuan's ancestral weapon, the Lock of Desolate Time, is indeed binding him.
At this moment, Wei Mengrou's cold voice suddenly came from not far from the bed: "The Lock of Desolate Time, an ancestral weapon, can rewrite time, and combined with the treatment of elixirs, it can speed up your body's recovery."
Mu Zhian hesitated for a moment, then raised his head, and a sexy figure of a woman came into view.
She crossed her arms to hold up her plump and straight breasts, leaning lazily on the edge of the bed, looking at him coldly with a slightly sideways glance.
That look was like looking at a worm, and his bright eyes were full of disgust and contempt.
Although Wei Mengrou positioned herself as Mu Zhian's personal maid and would only stay by his side secretly no matter what happened, she really saw Qing Emperor announcing her relationship with Mu Zhian in a high-profile manner in front of everyone today. Even when they kissed the young master in front of them, they still felt inexplicably unhappy.
Although Mu Zhian today can be said to be force majeure, dissatisfaction is dissatisfaction, and this emotion is simply beyond his control.
"Sister Mengrou is angry?" Mu Zhian asked tentatively.
Wei Mengrou ignored it at all and simply said: "In order to avoid disturbing your recuperation, the others asked me to stay and look after you."
"As for being angry..." She paused and said coldly: "I am just the maid beside you. I am only responsible for your safety. Other things have nothing to do with me."
This is really just anger, no, it should be said that he is jealous...? Mu Zhian was worried and relieved at the same time.
The worry was because the others were gathering together and they didn't know what would happen, but the relief was because the cold maid would be jealous because of her own affairs.
"My spiritual energy seems to be recovering a bit quickly...could it be that Yao Meng transferred his spiritual energy to me again?" Mu Zhian asked doubtfully.
"Even Fairy Yao Meng cannot give you spiritual energy twice in a row. Your cauldron will be the first to be unable to withstand her spiritual energy."
Wei Mengrou glanced at Mu Zhian and said, "Just now Lingxuan fed you two pills, and then the Lock of Desolate Time temporarily sealed you to speed up the refining of the pills."
This Lock of Desolate Time can still be used in this way?
The Lock of Desolate Time can slow down the flow of time, and it can also speed up the flow of time...?
It should be said that it is indeed an ancestral weapon of ancient power. This ability is simply outrageous...
While admiring the delicate and beautiful profile of the maid, Mu Zhian secretly sighed at the power of the Lock of Desolate Time.
Although Wei Mengrou has been accompanying him from before to now, no matter how much he looks at this face, he never gets tired of it... And because there are only two people in the room at the moment, and Mu Zhian's hands are still tied to the bed , this scene is even more ambiguous.
A maid who looked at her master with contempt and looked very disgusted with her master, the master who was bound by the Locks of Desolate Time, and the candlestick on the table...
This scene, coupled with Wei Mengrou's dress, is simply too astringent!
As if aware of her young master's eyes scanning her up and down, Wei Mengrou walked to the bed and looked down at him condescendingly.
The bright yellow skirt lined the snow-white skin that could be blown away. The material wrapping the delicate body was slightly thin. Under a pair of long legs as white as jade, she stepped on a pair of small and exquisite short boots.
Those eyes with a bit of disgust seemed to cover up the affection and worry hidden in her eyes. She pursed her lips tightly and asked casually: "You just couldn't control Wentiansuo on the competition stage?"
She has top-notch looks and a sexy and graceful figure. The most important thing is that her thighs are perfectly round and white. A thin black ribbon tied on her right leg slightly reveals a slight slit... Give () 10 points, or 9.5 points if you don't give it. .
If you can wear black or white silk, even if you don't give it, you can still give it full marks... Mu Zhian commented in his heart.
Wei Mengrou quickly noticed the young master's eyes that were wandering around her body, and her heart was slightly shaken, but the look she glanced at him was full of contempt: "You are so weak that you still have time to think about such things, what do you want? Is it time to be more serious?"
"Putting aside the essence, even if I have 90% of the problem, doesn't Sister Mengrou have 10% of the problem?!" Mu Zhian said.
Wei Mengrou glanced at him sideways: "?"
Mu Zhian stared at her and continued: "Who makes Sister Mengrou so attractive?"
Wei Mengrou was slightly stunned.
Then, she turned away her gaze and said lightly: "I have heard you say this to the girls around you several times in the past. You should say less in the future."
Her tone was calm and calm, but even though she pursed her lips tightly, she couldn't help but slightly raise a faint arc.
Facts have proved that women don't hate to hear love words that make their ears calloused, provided that they know how to say them in the right environment.
Of course, there is a big premise in any case... Both parties must have feelings for each other.
"By the way, can you let me unlock the Desolate Time Lock first? I have almost recovered now." Mu Zhian suddenly said.
Wei Mengrou glanced at the Desolate Time Lock and shook her head: "It is not under my control, even I can't do anything, but according to Lingxuan's previous words, after an hour, the Desolate Time Lock will return to her side."
"One hour...then Sister Mengrou, sit down and chat with me." Mu Zhian said shamelessly.
Wei Mengrou hesitated, but finally sat down on the edge of the bed. She noticed the young master's gaze that was attracted to her at that moment, and her cold pretty face couldn't help but turn a faint blush, but she never said a word.
Mu Zhian looked at her and continued: "The height of the pillow is also a bit wrong. Can you help me if you can?"
"Pillow...?"
Wei Mengrou looked at him doubtfully, and before she could speak, she heard Mu Zhian continue: "Sister Mengrou's thigh height is just right."
It was not until this time that he saw the real purpose, that the height of the pillow was a bluff, and he just wanted to enjoy the maid's knee pillow for a while.
Wei Mengrou glanced at him coldly and didn't want to pay attention.
But at this time, Mu Zhian suddenly coughed twice again, and his lips turned slightly white.
She was silent for a moment, and finally bent down slightly, took off her short boots, sat on one leg beside Mu Zhian, and then let his head lie on her thigh.
Almost at the moment when his cheek touched the softness, Mu Zhian couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and felt a sense of comfort that his whole body was completely relaxed, as if he was in cotton.
Wei Mengrou silently lowered her head and stared at the boy lying on her tender white thighs. His complexion had obviously improved a lot. At this time, he narrowed his eyes slightly, tilted his head slightly to her arms, sniffed his nose slightly, and seemed to enjoy the fragrance on her body.
Sure enough, I can always trust Sister Mengrou... Mu Zhian tilted his head slightly and lay on Wei Mengrou's knees, sighing secretly.
Time passed silently.
After nearly an hour, the wild time chain that bound Mu Zhian really untied itself.
Watching the golden chain fly out of the room by itself, Mu Zhian flexed his wrist and felt the beauty of regaining freedom.
At this time, Wei Mengrou had quietly pushed him away and got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
The soft knee pillow that had just been resting on the back of his head disappeared, and Mu Zhian couldn't help but feel a little reluctant, but he didn't continue to ask Wei Mengrou to give him a knee pillow or something like that.
This knee pillow as soft as white jade is really very enjoyable.
But now is a special situation. If someone checks on me, it will be troublesome. I have to ask Sister Mengrou to wear black silk stockings to rest my knees on me in the future...
Anyway, there will be many opportunities in the future, so I can take it slowly...
Mu Zhian thought of this and took advantage of the situation to hug Wei Mengrou's plump waist. Before she could speak, he took her into his arms.
He had been wanting to do this just now, but the Chain of Desolate Time restricted his movements.
Wei Mengrou's body stiffened slightly, and then she slowly relaxed and gently leaned her forehead against his chest.
Mu Zhian looked down at the faint blush on the cold and pretty face of the maid. Seeing that she didn't struggle too much, he understood and lowered his head slightly to kiss her snow-white jade face.
"Is Yao Meng still with Sister Lingxuan?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked softly.
"She seems to have gone to the south bank to find Luo Tan." Wei Mengrou whispered.
She lowered her eyes, as if she wanted to be an ostrich with its head buried in the sand.
As long as I don't look up, I won't know that I am now in the arms of my master...
Mu Zhian gently stroked Wei Mengrou's smooth hair and smelled the fragrance of the maid, but his thoughts gradually became active.
Yao Meng went to see Luo Tan... should she be planning to make some deals with her?
The empress of Yuzhou is proficient in alchemy. Luo Tan can make elixirs that many powerful people in the Hedao realm cannot make.
It's a pity that my spiritual consciousness was kidnapped by the queen of the demon world that day, otherwise I would have had a chance to have close contact with her... Mu Zhian couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
"How was Ye Yu's competition this afternoon?" Mu Zhian asked again.
It's dark outside now, and this also means that today's Ascension Conference should have ended.
"He won." Wei Mengrou raised her eyes and looked at Mu Zhian, and said softly: "Although I didn't watch his competition, according to the disciples at the scene at that time, Ye Yu almost won by a landslide."
Mu Zhian nodded slightly thoughtfully, not surprised.
After all, he is the chosen one. Since he is the choice of heaven, let alone brains, his talent and luck must be sufficient, otherwise he would not be favored by heaven.
Ye Yu has come all the way, on the one hand, he is blessed by the old man with the golden finger, and on the other hand, heaven is helping him in the dark.
Although Mu Zhian had thought about getting rid of Ye Yu directly before, according to Yuan Luo's explanation at the time, if he did so, the backlash of the destiny of the Heavenly Dao might be something he could not bear.
Even if he could bear it, it was not worth it.
Moreover, although Ye Qingxin's favorability towards him had increased a lot today, she was still on Ye Yu's side. After all, Ye Yu was a member of the Ye family and her descendant.
If he rashly attacked Ye Yu now, it would probably lead to a war between the Hedao.
This was also what Mu Zhian did not want to see.
Everyone should get along in harmony.
Compared to the Hedao war, he would rather see Yao Meng suppress Ye Qingxin on the bed, or Ye Qingxin suppress Yao Meng, and then he would take action to suppress the two of them...
"Compared to taking action to get rid of Ye Yu directly, constantly suppressing his destiny is the safest way..."
"What I need to do now is to sow discord... For this, I have to prepare for tonight's tryst."
Mu Zhian was thinking about this when he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from outside.
Wei Mengrou reacted very quickly, gently pushed Mu Zhian away, and broke free from his arms. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head to tidy up her messy dress, and then glanced at the boy behind her with resentment.
If Mu Zhian hadn't just messed with his hands, she wouldn't have to be so flustered now.
Mu Zhian gave her a helpless smile.
This is not my fault... Who can do nothing when a soft jade is in his arms?
Creak.
The door was quietly pushed open, and Mu Zhian almost became weak in an instant, his lips were pale, and he lay on the bed.
"Sister Lingxuan... ? And Ruoxi, why are you here?"
Then, when he saw Ye Lingxuan and others at the door, Mu Zhian barely supported his body and was about to get up, but Ye Lingxuan walked into the room first and pressed Mu Zhian's shoulders: "Brother Mu, lie down and rest first, don't force yourself."
Then he looked at Mu Zhian with doubt.
According to previous inferences, two pills of spiritual replenishment pills can restore Brother Mu's spiritual energy, not to mention completely, but can also restore a lot. Why is his complexion still so bad?
When Ye Lingxuan just thought of this, he was suddenly stunned again, and looked at Mu Zhian suspiciously.
No, the spiritual energy in his cauldron has almost been fully restored...
Ye Lingxuan's eyes flickered slightly, and the worry in her eyes gradually disappeared, turning into a deep coldness.
Bai Ruoxi looked at Wei Mengrou, and saw that there was still a faint blush on her face. His eyes moved away inadvertently, staring at Mu Zhian, and said gently: "Mu Lang, are you feeling better now?"
Mu Zhian nodded weakly and said: "Ahem... I'm much better now."
He glanced at the door and asked: "Where are Qian'er and Senior Sister?"
"Qian'er went to Daofeng to ask Master for some pills."
"Senior Sister Lan seems to have gone back to refine pills, probably for Brother Mu." Ye Lingxuan replied.
"Sorry, I made you worry." Mu Zhian sighed softly. His slightly pale skin and such a weak posture were enough to make women want to protect him.
"I'm glad that Brother Mu is okay."
Ye Lingxuan showed a sweet and pure smile, and then her eyes fell on Wei Mengrou, saying: "Sister Mengrou, since Brother Mu has woken up, let him rest alone first, let's not disturb him for now."
Wei Mengrou subconsciously glanced at Mu Zhian, and finally nodded gently, saying "hmm".
Bai Ruoxi paused slightly before walking out of the door, looked at him slightly, and said softly: "Mu Lang, take good care of your injuries."
Mu Zhian smiled and nodded, and after watching the door close, she felt uneasy in her heart.
Damn, their reaction was a bit wrong. Logically, they should have questioned me about Yao Meng, but they didn't say a word... Are they worried about me?
Not really, they are all smart people, they should be able to sense that I am pretending to be sick...
What are Ruoxi and the others up to? Could it be that they were hit by Yao Meng and succumbed to her?
It is unlikely... How could the 'protagonist' succumb to the 'villain' so easily, and even accept the fact of being cheated?
Mu Zhian was a little confused.
This unexpected reaction made it very difficult for him to guess.
Sister Mengrou was right, the only thing in the world that is hard to guess is a woman's heart...
But now I can't care so much, I can only deal with them... Anyway, I know they won't hurt me.
Mu Zhian sorted out his mood a little, sat cross-legged in front of the bed, and adjusted the disordered spiritual energy in his body.
Time passed silently, and as Mu Zhian meditated and practiced, it was already late at night outside the house.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice: "I'm waiting for you in the sky pavilion of the Pilgrimage Temple."
Mu Zhian slowly opened his eyes.
This is...Ye Qingxin's voice transmission!
