Chapter 1215 Demons are one

This is a cracked diagram of Tai Chi diagram.

Why does this picture appear under Mo Wuzhu's bed?

Xiao Liang'er remembered that when he was at the Vajra Gate, Xuan Junlin's Tai Chi Formation was cracked so easily. It was obvious that the other party had already prepared.

Moreover, as a mysterious formation that has been lost for a long time, the Tai Chi formation cannot be found in just a few days.

Unless someone secretly helped them.

Someone sent a message, and some made preparations in advance.

This person...is Mo Wuzhu?

The expression on Xiao Liang'er's face suddenly became stiff. Her fingers tightly grabbed the piece of paper, and the joints began to turn white.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

When Xiao Zimu saw Xiao Liang'er stop talking when he looked at the piece of paper and his face looked very bad, he was shocked and asked with some concern.

Is there something wrong with this piece of paper?

Looking at his son's worried little face, Xiao Liang'er's mind showed a scene of him and Mo Wuzhu playing together.

Even Mo Wuzhu spent more time with him playing with him than Xuan Junlin.

For Xiao Zimu, he was an uncle with a child's temperament, and also a best playmate, and a more suitable playmate than Feng Cheng.

During the days of Guiyue Sect, although Mo Wuzhu was not very hardworking and working hard for the sect, he was not a member of Guiyue Sect, and he was already good without any merits and mistakes.

When he first saw Mo Wuzhu, he was in the weapon refining competition. He floated and a demonic aura enveloped the entire square.

Even Chu Fengtian was a little afraid of him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to protect Xiao Liang'er and Xiao Zimu, smiling like an old fox. If he hadn't said he was a bamboo demon, Xiao Liang'er might have thought he was a fox demon.

Not only that, he was also the one sent by Chu Wanyun to help Xuan Junlin.

How could he help the Vajra Gate instead?

Go and help the Blood Demon?

Xiao Liang'er's mood was extremely complicated. She had a very unreal feeling. Has she been deceived by Mo Wuzhu?

"Zi Mu, was this really found under your Uncle Zhuzi's bed?"

Xiao Liang'er adjusted her expression, showed a faint smile, and asked.

She had to investigate this matter first. If Mo Wuzhu had a wish, she would hurt Xiao Zimu.

"Really!"

Xiao Zimu thought it was his mother who didn't believe what he said, and suddenly became anxious, "I just wore an invisible cloak and got into the bed, then saw this piece of paper, put it away, and wanted to show you what formation this is, and I also want to learn it!"

The more serious Xiao Zimu was and the more anxious he explained, the heavier Xiao Liang'er's heart felt.

Xiao Liang'er took out the small building from the space and placed it there because she didn't have time to ask someone to build a small house for Mo Wuzhu.

There is absolutely no such piece of paper in the small building.

And although some people have been here these days, basically no one will enter Mo Wuzhu's room, so there is a great possibility that this piece of paper belongs to Mo Wuzhu.

"Mom, is there something wrong with this formation?"

Xiao Zimu was very sensitive to the fact that the paper drawing seemed to have problems, and it might be related to Uncle Zhuzi, so he was very nervous and nervous.

"Well, this is a very ancient formation. This is the second time I have seen it. I thought Mo Wuzhu didn't understand the formation, but I didn't expect that he was so proficient, so I was a little surprised."

Xiao Liang'er made an excuse and perfunctory Xiao Zimu.

After hearing her explanation, Xiao Zimu was relieved, "Uncle Zhuzi is so powerful, so I will ask him for advice in the future!"

"Well, Zimu, today the wind is strong. Go back to the bedroom and bring a cloak for your mother, and tell Aunt Tingfeng that you want the one with a lilac."

Xiao Liang'er wanted to go back and ask Mo Wuzhu for a clear question, but she didn't want Xiao Zimu to know, so she found a reason and sent Xiao Zimu away.

Xiao Zimu looked around in confusion. There was no wind now?

But my mother was afraid of the cold, so she went back to get her cloak!

"good!"

Xiao Zimu nodded, then turned around and ran back to get the cloak.

Seeing Xiao Zimu go away, the faint smile on Xiao Liang'er's face immediately disappeared. She looked down at the paper in her hand, then returned to the same route, and went to Mo Wuzhu again.

Mo Wuzhu was feeding the chickens, ducks and geese. He grabbed a handful of millet in his hand and sprinkled it into the chicken pen in a casual manner.

He won't go in and feed, otherwise it will be so dirty!

As he was feeding, he suddenly felt a gaze behind him, staring at him.

He turned around and saw Xiao Liang'er standing there not far away. Although the sun was not hot, it was still warm. The breeze blew the surrounding plants and trees, swaying out swaying figures and making a "rustling" sound.

It was obviously such a warm and beautiful scene, but Xiao Liang'er stood there like an ice sculpture.

A cold breath drifted from her body.

A pair of eyes is more like ice ridges, sharp and severely cold. People who can prick are cold and painful.

Mo Wuzhu immediately felt that she was different from usual, and that strange look, even when she met for the first time, had never seen it.

"Beauty, what's wrong?"

Although Mo Wuzhu felt a bad feeling in his heart, he still restrained his worries and walked over, showing his harmless smile as before.

Xiao Liang'er's pupils reflected his figure getting closer and closer.

Suddenly I realized that this smiling face was actually cold.

From the beginning to the time when I discovered the piece of paper, Xiao Liang'er thought Mo Wuzhu was a funny guy and a pistachio, so she just stayed by her side and treated it as a good friend.

But she forgot that this man had lived for almost a thousand years.

As people live for a long time, they will become very transparent and smart, good at disguising, and can hide their emotions in everything.

What's more, it's still a monster?

How could his scheming, scheming, or means really be like a child?

It was completely the smiling face, and the virtue of eating, sleeping and eating all day long, making people ignore his true identity as a thousand-year-old bamboo demon.

Demons have always been in a collusion.

If Mo Wuzhu really wants to help the Blood Demon, it is actually reasonable from a certain perspective.

"Beauty, why are you looking at me like this?

I got furious on my back.”

Mo Wuzhu stretched out a white and slender hand, her nails were crystal clear, as clean as a thin piece of jade, "Is there something on my face?"

He subconsciously touched his face.

No, clean!

Xiao Liang'er didn't say anything, her lips were pursed tightly, and her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she was frowning.

In the dark and transparent eyes like glass, there are indescribable complex emotions.

“What the hell is wrong?

Don’t scare me! Why do you feel like you want to kill me?"
Chapter completed!