It's just that, looking at the girl in the blue dress in the ice coffin, there is no movement, and the breath of life is the same, they don't feel a single penny.

"Did we hit a ghost!" Mu Hanyue cursed in a low voice.

Saint Wuwu: "...... You won't be afraid of ghosts. ”

This woman's personality is really changeable, and he can't figure it out.

Mu Hanyue hooked her lips and smiled, and said lightly: "Well, I'm curious if there are ghosts in this world, it seems that there are." ”

Otherwise, I wouldn't have heard strange noises in broad daylight.

Looking down at the girl in the ice coffin, her eyes were slightly stunned, and Mu Hanyue was a little surprised: "The blood that just dripped is gone." ”

She doesn't have any breath of life, so to speak, just a body, and she is no longer a person.

No matter how cold the temperature in the ice coffin is, the blood will freeze into ice, not a single trace of it.

His eyes rolled slightly, and then he seemed to think of something, and with a stroke of one hand, his fingers cracked, and blood slowly flowed down his fingertips, dripping on the red lips.

The two of them had been observing the girl, and they saw that the blood had been quickly absorbed into it, and there was not a single trace left.

Mu Hanyue was slightly shocked in her heart, frowning and pondering something.

Sheng Wuwu didn't bother her, just watched from the sidelines.

After a while, Mu Hanyue suddenly moved, and with a stroke of one hand, a scar suddenly appeared on the wrist, and the bright red liquid all dripped onto the girl's lips and was quickly absorbed.

"My blood tastes so good?" Mu Hanyue raised her eyebrows.

Turning his head to look at Sheng Wuwu, he smiled suddenly: "You try, see if she drinks." ”

Saint Wuwu: "......"

Although he didn't understand the logic of her thoughts, he nodded obediently, cut his fingers, and blood slowly flowed and dripped onto the girl's lips.

However, this time it was not absorbed, but remained on the lips.

Mu Hanyue smiled evilly: "It seems that your heart is not pure, and she doesn't like blood." ”

"You're different." His identity cannot be compared to hers, they are all different.

Mu Hanyue didn't understand what he was talking about, so she restrained the indifference in her eyes and looked serious: "Is there a possibility that this little girl is not dead yet?" ”

I don't know why, that's what she thinks in her heart, and that's how she feels.

"I don't know about this situation, it's special. You know, we don't feel a breath of life. "That's what's weird.

"This is also what I wonder, can a person still hide all the life breath on his body?"

"I don't know it, but that's what I know. Whether it is the evil world, the god world or the demon world, there are secrets that no one knows, and maybe this is one of them. After all, the girl in the ice coffin really let out a muffled snort of pain.

The eyebrows were indifferent, and Mu Hanyue said coldly: "I want to open the coffin and take a look." ”

Whether she was dead or alive, she decided to see for herself and maybe find something.

"Uh-huh......" As soon as the words fell, a faint grunt of pain came from the ice coffin again.

Mu Hanyue raised her eyebrows, did not speak, and did not ask Saint Wuwu again. A ball of light elements condensed in his palm, and he quickly hit the ice coffin, lifting the lid of the ice coffin.