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527 is a real machine system that doesn't need to sleep, it keeps watching Muran's actions.
At this moment, it was confused by Muran's actions.
Mu Ran followed the route in the memory of the original book and came to the pharmacy.
He took a bottle of ointment on the shelf, and pulled a doctor's veil around his face.
Under the moonlight, except for the conspicuous white ancient costume, his face was no longer visible.
Mu Ran stepped on light steps and came to the outside of a dilapidated small house.
The room is very small, in the imperial palace, it can be regarded as a decoration of a hut at best.
However, it is just such a dilapidated house, but there is a noble prince of a country living in it.
In the dark room, there was a low moan of pain, and Mu Ran's heart twitched violently.
His eyes sank, and he gently opened the door.
The door creaked, and the child on the bed immediately sat up vigilantly.
He was wrapped in an old quilt, his pale face was covered with beads of sweat, and his voice was tired and hoarse: "Who?"
Some weak voices seemed to disappear in the next second.
Mu Ran felt a little distressed.
He gently closed the door and looked at the child on the bed.
The child bit his lip tightly, his black eyes filled with despair.
Could it be that the dog emperor sent him to kill him?
Or the person his father sent to kill him?
The hands hidden under the quilt were clenched tightly.
Resentment, humiliation, and unwillingness to reconcile, brewing in my heart, exploded in an instant.
Why!
Why did he have to suffer all this?
Why! Why?
Could it bewas he born to endure these sufferings?
Then what's the point of him being alive?
The light in the child's eyes became increasingly dimmer, as if it was about to disappear.
Mu Ran spoke quickly, and did not forget to lower his voice the moment he spoke: "Would you like to be my apprentice?"
Wei Qing's eyes froze, thinking that he had heard wrongly, he raised his head in a trance, and his voice paused: "You, what did you just say?"
The trembling voice was mixed with a trace of unconscious expectation.
Mu Ran's hand hanging by his side trembled, wanting to touch Wei Qing's head and give him some love.
He took a deep breath and said, "Would you like to be my apprentice?"
Wei Qing did not let down his guard because of his words.
His hands hidden under the quilt were clenched into fists, and the palms were wet with sweat.
He stabilized his mind, fixed his eyes on Mu Ran, and said, "What is your purpose?"
"Purpose?" Mu Ran was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect him to say such a sentence.
Wei Qing, the current age is only eight years old a small child
Mu Ran felt even more distressed for Wei Qing.
Wei Qing looked at the man who covered half of his face, only showing a pair of eyes, and said softly: "My queen mother told me that everything I got has a price marked in fate."
The corner of the mouth twitched on the face covered under the white veil.
What does an eight-year-old child know so much?
However this sentence is indeed correct.
"Cough." Mu Ran stepped forward, and sat down under the watchful eyes of the child, "My purpose is only one, and that is¡ª¡ªwhen you grow up, help me and kill Leng Weiyuan."
Listen, what an amazing agreement.
I teach my disciples and kill myself.
For short, I kill myself.
Perhaps because of the mention of the common enemy, the child's vigilance towards Mu Ran disappeared.
He also came out directly from the quilt, and gave a big gift to Muran, full of seriousness: "Greetings, Master!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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