Now when the Qianli Protector makes a move, the master immediately follows him. He is increasingly confused about what is going on. It would be bad if the Qianli Protector confronts the master.

Although the protector can't hurt his master, the people under him are all extraordinary, especially the eight-star doll formation. If this happens, it will be really difficult.

"Master, the holy lady suddenly felt unwell and fell down in bed." The woman came to salute and said.

Mo Qianye's beautiful eyes were calm without any fluctuation, staring at the light in front of him, feeling suddenly uncomfortable?

The demonic artifact is so turbulent, how can it be so simple as discomfort?

"Master, could it be that the saint has sensed the artifact?" Zhang Yue was careless about the saint's affairs. Hearing this, he felt worried in his heart.

"Go and have a look." Mo Qianye looked away.

"Yes." Zhang Yue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The Saint is the backbone of the entire demon clan. If something happens, their demon clan will definitely experience fluctuations in a hundred years.

Mu Tingting sat on the bed, thinking hard, saying that the saint was related to the artifact. She just knew that the artifact was in turmoil, and the saint would definitely notice it.

But right now, she doesn't feel anything at all. Even if she pretends that she doesn't know, what kind of state will the saint be in when she encounters the artifact?

She couldn't sleep like this. She was pressing her temples, feeling extremely irritated. Mo Qianye had rarely cared about her in the past five years.

The only time he summoned her was to ask about the artifact. Now that the artifact was so active and she was bedridden, that man would come to see her.

Although Mo Qianye was a proud man, cold and indifferent, she had long lost herself in him. She wanted to marry him, she wanted to marry him like crazy.

Even if he treats her coldly, at least she is his unmarried wife in name only.

"Saint, saint..." A woman's voice came from outside the door.

Upon hearing this, Mu Tingting immediately fell on the bed, pulled up the quilt, half-squinted her eyes, and looked like she was about to die.

"bump"

The door was pushed open and the woman ran in: "Holy girl, the master is here, the master is here."

"What?" Mu Tingting was shocked when she heard this and her voice doubled in volume.

"The master is here. Hey, saint, are you feeling well?"

"Uh... No, no, I was just too surprised." Reflecting on her gaffe, Mu Tingting immediately grimaced and her voice was hollow.

"Master." The guard's voice came from outside the door, saluting.

Mu Tingting's heart almost jumped out of her chest. He really came to see her. He had never been to her room in the past five years. She was happy and excited when she thought of that man coming.

Mo Qianye put his hands in his sleeves and walked in from the door, his cold color changing slightly.

"Owner……"

"Go to Wucheng tomorrow." As soon as Mo Qianye stepped into the room, he took one foot back, said coldly, and turned to leave.

Mu Tingting looked like she was dying. As soon as she said two words, she was interrupted by the cold voice, and the words were stuck in her throat.

In the blink of an eye, the man was gone without even looking at her...

"My master has mysophobia, and the smell in your room is too strong," Zhang Yueyao said.

Mu Tingting was a little stunned. What smell was there in her room? She didn't smell it herself.

"Fragrance, the owner can't smell the smell of pollen and rouge."
Chapter completed!