at the same time.
The envoy of Beiming is staying in a mountain range.
"Zameng, is the Imperial Master in the tent?" the third prince of Beiming asked.
"Master is resting in the tent."
When the third prince of Beiming heard this, he quickly raised his feet to break in.
But Zamon, the man in black robes, stretched out his hand to stop him. His voice was as rough and unpleasant as if it had been severely smoked.
"The third prince is staying here. Master has told him that no one can disturb him while he is recovering from his injuries."
"I have an urgent matter with the Imperial Master." The third prince looked anxious.
"That's not possible! No one is allowed to trespass without Master's instructions."
Zamon said forcefully, not giving him any face.
So what about the prince? Without his master, it is hard to say whether the Beiming royal family could exist.
The current Emperor Beiming's throne was not secured by his master.
Seeing that he didn't take him seriously, the third prince's eyes flashed with anger.
Just when the two were in a stalemate, the old yet majestic voice of the Imperial Master came from the hall.
"Zamon, let him in."
"Yes, Master." Zamon responded respectfully before letting the third prince in.
As he passed by him, the third prince couldn't help snorting.
"Master Imperial Master." But when facing the Imperial Master, the third prince did not dare to be so dismissive and rude.
He behaved himself first and saluted the old man who was meditating on the bed.
This explains the purpose of coming——
"Master Imperial Master, we have gained nothing from this trip. The magic on Mu Han has also been unlocked. What should we do? If my father asks, what should I say?" the third prince asked hurriedly.
When the Imperial Master heard this, a look of impatience flashed in his eyes.
He had already endured the idiot Third Prince for a long time.
If the third prince hadn't been stupid enough to be a puppet and allowed him to manipulate him, the Imperial Master would not have chosen him.
The Imperial Master first scolded the third prince mercilessly.
When he came to Canglan Country this time, the Imperial Master originally wanted to do something big.
Who would have thought that halfway through, as soon as he stepped into Canglan's land, he sensed that Li Gui was dead.
After signing a contract with Li Gui, the national master naturally suffered backlash.
Although it was not seriously injured, it was not minor.
Forget it...
But! ! The Imperial Master never expected this.
Before he could recover and adjust, the spell he used on Mu Han was broken again.
The backlash the Imperial Master suffered now was much greater than when Li Gui died.
Under the two blows, the Imperial Master was naturally seriously injured and extremely weak.
There was no way to concentrate on dealing with Mu Han anymore.
Originally, Mu Han was a tough nut to crack, and his imperial luck was at its peak.
Even in his heyday, if he wanted to cast a spell on Mu Han, he would have to pay a heavy price.
Especially now that he is seriously injured.
There is also an expert with unknown origins and unfathomable strength beside Mu Han.
The Imperial Master could only hide away for the time being. It might as well be a coward, but he had to retreat to recuperate first.
After he adjusted and his strength returned to its peak, it would not be too late to deal with Mu Han.
Originally, the Imperial Master was holding his breath because of this incident.
I didn't expect that the third prince would say it to his face now, and I felt even more shameless, and suddenly became angry from shame.
The third prince was so frightened that he dropped his head and said nothing, apologizing again and again.
The Imperial Master then softened his expression and said:
"It's true that I underestimated the enemy during this trip, but it doesn't matter. The eighth prince's soul is in our hands. I don't believe that the tyrant and the experts around him will sit still and wait for death."
It doesn't matter even if Mu Han really doesn't care about the eighth prince.
Anyway, as long as the eighth prince's soul is in hand, it will be of many uses.
As the Imperial Master spoke, he took out the treasure gourd he carried with him, opened the seal, and pulled out a ray of soul from inside.
That ray of soul belonged to Mu Lianjing, and was different from the dark souls of other evil ghosts.
His soul glowed with white luster, looking very pure and clear.
Mu Lianjing's soul was looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him with horror.
He didn't know what the situation was.
Why did my soul leave my body as soon as I woke up?
Moreover, he was imprisoned in a dark place, surrounded by evil spirits who were eyeing him.
Not to mention how panicked Mu Lianjing was at that time.
He wanted to return to his body, but this bad old man didn't know where to take him.
Feeling that he was getting farther and farther away from his body, Mu Lianjing panicked and didn't know what to do.
Woo woo woo...
Father! Nuobao! !
When will Nuobao come to save him? !
Under this situation, Mu Lianjing couldn't count on his father at all.
He can only hope that his precious sister, Nuobao, can come to save him soon.
In the dark, Mu Lianjing had a premonition.
Maybe the father can't help it, but Nuo Bao must have a way.
…
same moment.
A paper crane flapped its wings and quietly followed the third prince into the tent.
While the third prince was talking with the Imperial Master, Zhihe had already found a perfect location.
Lying quietly in the corner, only his pair of mung bean eyes dotted with ink stared directly at the Imperial Master.
Live broadcast to Nuobao.
Through Zhihe's eyes, Nuobao heard the words of the Imperial Master clearly.
I finally met this enemy I had never met before.
"Okay!" Nuobao clenched his fists angrily.
As expected, it was this national master who put the curse on my father.
He even captured his brother's soul.
Seeing Mu Lianjing's soul huddled weakly and helplessly in the corner.
Nuobao, who has always been protective of his shortcomings, was extremely angry.
She knew that this Imperial Master was not a good person!
Sure enough, the bad old man had no good intentions.
When Nuobao catches him, he must rip off his beard and burn all his hair.
The little guy was so angry that his whole body was shaking slightly.
Although Mu Han couldn't see the scene, he could guess what the other party said to make Nuobao so angry.
The tyrant ordered in a deep voice, asking the team to speed up.
Try to intercept the Beiming envoy and his party as soon as possible.
…
Inside the account.
The imperial master once again put Mu Lianjing's soul into the gourd.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head and looked straight into the corner.
He kept staring at the paper crane.
The gloomy eyes seemed to be seeing Nuobao through the paper crane's mung bean eyes.
"Little trick!" The Imperial Master immediately snorted coldly, raised his hand and struck him with black energy.
The paper crane was instantly smashed into pieces.
"Master Imperial Master?" The third prince looked at him in confusion.
but……
When did that paper crane exist?
"That paper crane is here specifically to monitor us." The Imperial Master originally didn't want to talk to the idiot, but considering his status as the Third Prince, he still explained.
"It must be Mu Han!" The third prince understood instantly and his expression changed slightly.
"No, it's the little girl next to him."
The third prince was at the scene at the time and saw Nuobao hurt Zamon with his own eyes.
The first thing that comes to mind is that weird little girl.
For some reason, the third prince just felt that they couldn't afford to offend that little girl.
Somewhere along the way, his sixth sense was reminding him.
"They must have discovered our traces, Master National Preceptor, should we move overnight?"
"Transfer to what?" the Imperial Master said sadly.
"They are the ones I was waiting for. They came to the door themselves, which saved me a lot of trouble."
The Imperial Master didn't think that a three-year-old girl could have much ability.
There must be other experts around Mu Han to help him.
As for Nuobao's injury to Zamon, the national master firmly believed that it must have been caused by Zamon being too useless and underestimating the enemy.
He had been practicing for many years, and even with the help of that adult, he couldn't beat a little girl.
Then should he continue to hang out?
"She's just a little girl, I want to see what she can do!"
