Xiao Hai blinked his round eyes, a little curious: "Master, why do you ask me to buy these things?"
Mu Ran smiled: "Secret."
Some playful words were spoken softly by Mu Ran, with an inexplicable softness.
Xiao Hai couldn't help squinting his eyes, and also smiled happily.
As for the others, he never asked any more.
It's almost noon, Xiao Hai looked up and said, "Master, it's almost noon. Is there anything you want to eat today, Master?"
Mu Ran thought for a while and said, "It's still the same as before."
As a patient, the original owner couldn't eat anything that was too spicy or too greasy. Always, the only thing he could eat was some bland food.
"Okay." After Xiao Hai finished speaking, he turned and went out to prepare meals for Mu Ran.
Before leaving, he was still full of uneasy instructions and closed the door.
Only one window remained.
In the mustard space, Mo Chen walked into the huge mansion he transformed on the isolated island, walked into a room at random, sat on a soft couch, and quietly observed Mu Ran's every move.
As the contracted ring space, strictly speaking, he only needs a slight thought to break the connection with him.
However, he doesn't want to think about it now.
Just after waking up, the desire for revenge that almost destroyed him was also washed away by the person on the stool.
Mu Ran didn't know that he was being watched by Mo Chen.
He wanted power too much.
Mu Ran fumbled and took out the pen and talisman paper, and then took out the chicken blood that was packed.
It is too difficult for the original owner's body, which is about to disappear after a few steps, to survive on this continent.
Mu Ran slandered in his heart, picked up his pen.
Then, his arm froze.
It's over forgot one important thing.
He can't see at all.
What can be seen is only the perceived spiritual power element.
Now, let alone drawing symbols, he can't even see the paper on which he wrote.
Mu Ran's curly and fine eyelashes trembled, and the sickly person seemed a little aggrieved at the moment.
Slightly pursed thin lips, also with a little disappointment.
Mo Chen felt an inexplicable tug in his heart, and subconsciously didn't want to see his sad expression.
Regardless of other things, he said, "The paper is on your left."
The sudden sound in his ear made Mu Ran tremble with fright, and almost threw the pen out.
Mo Chen's jaw tightened, and annoyance flashed in his eyes.
"Cough, thank you." Mu Ran came back to his senses, and smiled very politely, "You are really a good person."
Mo Chen, who was issued a good card again, was not very happy.
He still feels a little guilty, guilty that he spoke without thinking much just now, scaring people in poor health.
With the guidance, Mu Ran had a direction. He slowly took a pen to dip the chicken blood in his hand, and began to draw on the yellow talisman paper.
But in fact, Mu Ran was in a panic.
This unscientific! ! !
As a ring spirit, how could Mo Chen speak directly in his ear so easily.
It's not the communication of consciousness, it's the kind of real voice ringing in the ear
Here, how strong is his strength?
He is no longer a remnant soul, but a complete person, right?
The end of being absent-minded is that the writing is crooked.
Looking at the frail young man who was earnestly writing and writing, but his writing was crooked, Mo Chen's lips parted, and he couldn't bear to tell him this fact.
Seeing that Mu Ran had already written the words on the table, Mo Chen finally became cruel¡ª(Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com