"Do you know who the deity is now?"

Mu Yun was startled and nodded like pounded garlic.

Especially when I saw that the blood that was not hurt by the snow was actually blue!

How can anyone in this world have blue blood?

Now he is no longer the resolute and decisive Mu Yun before, he has become a prisoner of the snow without injury.

Xue Wuxian let go of his hand, Mu Yun knelt on the ground again, and threw himself to the ground, "See the evil venerable." ”

The corners of Xue Wuwu's lips hooked up a cruel smile, and he lowered his eyes to look at his slender white hand, "Is it good-looking?" ”

He asked, intentionally or unintentionally.

Mu Yun nodded, "It's good-looking." ”

"Yes, what a beautiful pair of hands, do you know, these hands, how many people's blood has been stained by the deity?"

Mu Yun was shocked and didn't dare to speak.

Tick!

Tick!

Tick!

It was like the sound of water dropping through a stone.

Xue Wuxian squinted at him, "The injury of the heart, not healed yet?" ”

"Alright."

Xue Wuxian shook his backhand, and a black light suddenly appeared in his palm, and in mid-air, the black light wrapped in black light was a black heart.

At this moment, the black heart was beating in his palm.

"Stand up!"

Mu Yun stood up obediently, but he didn't dare to look up to see that the snow was unharmed.

Xue Wushu saw the wound on his chest, there was a bloody hole there, and it was constantly dripping outside.

The blood stained Mu Yun's black robe, and also stained the ground where he was kneeling just now.

Driven by the snow without injury, the black heart seemed to have its own vitality, and with a 'click', it got into Mu Yun's body.

Mu Yun's body trembled, and then he endured the pain, knelt on the ground, and his voice carried the excitement of rebirth, "Thank you for the grace of the evil venerable's recreation." ”

"It is extremely difficult for a person with a blood-cold physique to die, either digging out his heart and lungs, or his soul is scattered. Two days ago, Hongu dug out your heart, but it didn't dig out your lungs, allowing you to fake your death and escape. ”

"The subordinates remember, the grace of the evil venerable's recreation, the subordinates will never forget."

Xue Wuxian let out a cold smile, he was good at controlling the corpse puppet, how could he not know what the way for a person with a blood cold physique to die?

People with a blood-cold physique have an unwritten rule, whoever digs out their hearts, as long as they don't die, is their reborn master, and even if their souls are scattered, they can't betray the only master.

It is precisely because of this understanding that two days ago, he dug Mu Yun's heart with his own hands, at that time, everyone thought that Mu Yun was dead, but in fact, he was just fake death.

As for the heart, he lost it, and when it was gone, he took it back.

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