"Shuang'er, you're distracted."

The gentle voice of a man sounded in his ears. Mu Wushuang raised his head and looked at his handsome face as beautiful as a god and his gentle and affectionate deep purple eyes. A strange feeling arose in his heart, as if familiar and as if strange.

There is an indescribable emotion wandering in my heart.

And in his arms, she couldn't feel any repulsion!

Does this mean that they were once extremely close and familiar with each other and had no barriers?

Then, will he be his own inner demon?

Mu Wushuang looked up at him without moving, letting him hold on to him, and letting his domineering aura encircle him.

"Shuang'er, are you tempting your uncle?"

His gaze lingers on her face, as if he is looking at his rare treasure, and finally his gaze falls on her lips.

Just a line of sight, she felt a burning sensation on her lips, which was so hot.

But he did not go further, but used his slender fingers to depict her eyebrows and eyes little by little, with gentle movements.

Mu Wushuang did not hide or move. She lost a memory and was full of curiosity about this man. Everyone said that she was ruthless, and she was indeed unwilling to invest her extra feelings in anyone, but this man seemed to be an exception.

Although this is an illusion, it may be her inner demon. Even if she has no memory, the inner demon still exists.

If he is really his own inner demon, then she will have to cut off his own inner demon.

It is even more impossible for my son to recognize this father.

"Marry me, Shuang'er."

At this moment, the scene changed. They seemed to be in a street surrounded by hawkers and pedestrians. He was half kneeling on the ground, stretching out his hand at her, and his calm eyes showed nervousness.

There was a sound of surprise breathing around, and everyone was stunned and stopped their movements.

But it seemed that she was the only one in his eyes, and her calm face reflected in his deep purple pupils.

It was difficult for her to get involved because at this moment, she was like an outsider.

But her surprise was true. This man, as the young emperor of the Qinglong Divine Palace in Cangming Continent, had an extremely noble status. In order to propose, he would even bend his knees and show nervousness like an ordinary man.

She reached out and placed her hand in his hand.

As soon as she put it on, she was shocked and she couldn't tell why she put her hands on.

She didn't know that some things would be the same choice even if they were repeated.

She wanted to pull her hand out, but he held it firmly in her hand. He seemed to not feel her hesitation. The moment he grabbed her hand, he picked her up with joy, turned around and said excitedly:

"Shuang'er, I would like to take the world as a hiring and promise you no worries for the rest of your life!"

Infected by his unreserved joy, Mu Wushuang chuckled. When she was placed on the ground by him, she felt the coldness on her cheeks.

She reached out and touched her, and it was tears. Why did she cry?

Mu Wushuang lowered her head and it took her a long time to slowly raise her head. At this time, there was no turbulence in her eyes.

"You are not my inner demon."

As soon as the words were finished, the handsome man in front of him curled his thin lips and disappeared like bubbles and disappeared without traces along with the street scene.

"Then, what are you an inner demon?"

Suddenly, an old man appeared behind her.

Mu Wushuang turned around, curled his lips at the old man and said proudly and confidently:

"I, Mu Wushuang, is worthy of heaven and earth, and there is no inner demon!"

"Dong--!"

Suddenly, a leisurely bell rang through the entire Jiangpan capital at night.

Many spiritual practitioners with high cultivation levels in the city were alarmed and rushed towards the competition!

If it were just passed the level, it would not be possible to alarm so many people, but the Buddha Bell rang!

The Buddha Tower is a top-quality spiritual weapon that specializes in the assessment of the qualifications and nature of inner disciples.

The Buddha Bell is the spirit of the Buddha Tower. It has been silent for hundreds of years. No one is worthy of its awakening. Even the prides of heaven in the God of Light have never made it look at it.

However, today, in this small Jiujiu Sect competition, the Buddha Tower rang!

Not only were countless spiritual practitioners coming here, but the entire competition venue was already extremely boiling at this time, and everyone's faces showed a look of shock, surprise and disbelief.

"Someone actually passed the eighteenth floor of the Buddha Tower so quickly, and even made the Buddha Bell ring!"

"It's hard to imagine that it only took nine and a half hours! Nine and a half hours! It's broken the record! This record defeated all the inner disciples of the Divine Divine Sect!"

"A disciple of the Nine-Rank Sect is actually more powerful than the inner disciple of the Light God Sect of the first-class sect!"

"Futu Bell! The Futu Bell rings!!"

"This person was actually recognized by the Futu Zhong!"

"The last person recognized by the Futu Zhong is Yun Chuanxing, the head of the current Divine Sect of Light. Three hundred years ago, he entered the Futu Tower as an ordinary inner disciple and was recognized by the Futu Zhong. Then his cultivation progressed rapidly and he took over the position of the sect in a hundred years!"

"Any disciple recognized by the Buddha Tower will have great prospects and become famous all over the world if he does not die!"

"Who is that person?"

"Which sect is it a disciple? This is too powerful. I'm afraid that countless sects will come to poach the enemy in the future!"

Amid the crazy discussion, everyone was extremely curious about the person who passed the level!

Although most people are envious, they are not jealous, because this level is too high. Those who can pass the eighteenth floor of the pagoda are unable to match and can only look up to them. Of course, there are also people who are jealous, envious and hateful, but they are just a few.

Wujizi stood up in excitement and accidentally woke Xiao Xuanxi up.

Xiao Xuanxi rubbed his eyes, opened his sleepy black eyes, and asked with a titty voice: "Is it my mother out?"

"Not yet, but it's coming out soon. Xixi, your mother is so amazing. Grandpa, the head of the sect, is proud of your mother!"

Before the little breasts woke up completely, they yawned. When they heard the head grandfather praise her mother, he squinted his eyes and grinned: "Mom is the most amazing!"

Everyone stared at the tower gate with bright eyes, hoping that the strong man would come out as if he was looking forward to the stars and the moon to satisfy their curiosity.

However, after waiting for an incense stick, no one came out.

Mu Wushuang looked at the old man in front of him and shook his head at the olive branch he threw out.

"Sorry, Elder Changdong, I will not leave Qingyun Sword Sect, thank you for your kindness."

"Qingyun Sword Sect?" The old man's eyes showed a look of memories, and then nodded and smiled: "Although it's a pity, I respect your decision."

He took out a wooden box and handed it to her: "This is given to you by the Futu Bell, it seems to like you very much."

Mu Wushuang refused, and after taking the wooden box, she put it carefully in the storage ring: "I accepted it with a smile, and I would like to thank the elder Changdong to Futu Bell."

Elder Changdong showed admiration and regret in his heart, but everyone had their own aspirations. Although the Divine Sect of Light is a first-class sect, it may be less important than her own small sect in the eyes of this junior.

This junior has a good heart, no wonder the Butu Zhongdu...

With a wave of his hand, Mu Wushuang arrived at the door of the first floor of the Buddha Tower.

After she disappeared, Elder Changdong's smile disappeared, and only a solemn look remained between her eyebrows.

"You shouldn't be so excited."

"Dong!"
Chapter completed!