Zhao Zhong’s eyes lit up, he recognized his figure and made a move.
Someone was faster than him. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at Mu Yan’s side, holding him by his collar and landing him safely on the ground.
Mu Yan, who had just been thrown out of a sense of consciousness, was still in a state of confusion. He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit but actually couldn’t. He weakly said to the person who helped him: “Thank you very much.”
“Sen Luo Di.”
The cold voice pierced Mu Yan’s mind like an ice needle.
The hair all over his body exploded with excitement, but he did not face the expected danger.
“Come into my door and I will grant you high-level skills.”
Mu Yan turned his head.
What came into view was a slender chin that was as white as paper, and a pair of red lips that looked like bloodthirsty.
He nodded stiffly.
Although he didn’t understand the situation, the piercing sense of danger made him feel that if he didn’t agree to this person’s request, he would die at his hands.
The man carried Mu Yan and left in the blink of an eye. The spiritual masters around him did not dare to take action even if they wanted to force him – the man’s spiritual pressure reminded them that they were no match.
According to the rules of Dian Lingxi Realm, Mu Yan has already nodded, even if both parties have reached a consensus.
“When did the people from Senluo Land come?”
“They want to hide it, but you still want to discover it?”
“The aura in that boy is too pure. Could it be that he is a mortal who was sent here this time?”
“It seems that this time the top spot among ordinary people is won by Sen Luodi.”
Goatee and Zhao Zhong, who knew the truth, remained silent.
Number one?
Mu Yan is indeed a leader among ordinary people, but he is by no means in a transparent position.
Zhao Zhong silently calculated in his mind what he saw and the people in the first echelon of mortals on the spirit ship, and came to the conclusion: Mu Yan could not even reach the top five.
The longer time passes, the less frequently young souls are thrown out. Everyone is well aware of this phenomenon: waste materials have been thrown out in batches long ago, and the later they come out, the better the quality.
When Mi Liuyu appeared, Zhao Zhong reacted faster than anyone else this time and called her name directly, “Mi Liuyu!”
Mi Liuyu, who was familiar with Zhao Zhong’s voice, turned around and walked towards him respectfully.