"Yes! Who do you think you are? What a great saint? Our little martial uncle is the first swordsman in Xiuzhen mainland and the most beautiful man in the world! If your saint wants to marry me at Xiaoyao gate, it depends on whether she is worthy or not. " Mu Yan nodded and approached Luo Yunxiao and said, "little martial uncle, you can't be too busy to be a burden! The tradition of xiaoyaomen is to let others take advantage of it. " Luo Yunxiao raised his hand and directly knocked a explosive on her head. He didn't have a good way: "what nonsense?" His tone is not good, but in his eyes there is a soft doting. Others may not see it. But I have been watching Luo Yunxiao's LAN, but I can see it clearly. The joy of learning that Luo Yunxiao is little martial uncle Muyan dissipates all at once. Her heart seemed to be pricked by a needle, with a dull sting. And Luo Yunxiao's hand, has been handed forward, no half of the meaning of recovery. He doesn't want to accept Yayun's proposal at all. In other words, he didn't even think about marrying himself. Just as in the ruins, he never paid attention to himself. Lu Lan's eyes were filled with damp heat. It's the first time she likes a man. I thought the taste of love was sweet. But originally, it is so bitter. Pang LAN takes a deep breath and forces back the heat and humidity in his eyes. He reaches out to take over the stone in Luo Yunxiao's hand. Yayun's face was extremely gloomy. His cheeks were hot, as if he had been slapped. She gritted her teeth and said, "young master Yunxiao, what do you mean? Don't you think my saint in mule Pavilion is not worthy of you? " Luo Yunxiao light way: "thank you for your love, but no such intention."“ You --! "“ Yayun, that's enough! " He said in a hoarse voice, holding the stone tightly, "let's go!"“ Wait, saint Qu Guangquan suddenly said, "even if the holy stone has been returned, these blasphemers have not been dealt with. This is a great hidden danger for the whole North Land... "Lu Lan steps and turns to see. The light net on the villagers of Yuanwu village has disappeared after the music stopped. But they were deeply impressed by the ruthlessness of all the people in Luolan and mule pavilion just now. At this time, the villagers immediately hid behind Mu Yan. Qu Guangquan stepped forward and said coldly, "the holy stone has been returned, but the blasphemers must also be removed." Yayun just saw his saint was humiliated and refused, is holding a stomach fire. Wen Yan immediately took out his lute and said coldly, "xiaoyaomen, do you want to continue to cover up these blasphemers and add chaos to our northern land?" Muyan felt that her clothes were clenched by a small hand. Close to her little body, shaking. Xiao AI grabs Mu Yan's clothes and looks up at her with a sad face: "fairy sister, i... are we really blasphemers? Should we really die? " The little girl didn't know what the blasphemer was, but she knew that in Beilu, everyone wanted to kill him. Muyan reached out to touch her hair and said in a soft voice, "of course not. There has never been any blasphemy in the world. You're just sick. " The little girl's eyes brightened and then darkened: "but the people in the tribe say that the saint is supreme and the messenger of God. We used to believe in and respect the saints. My biggest wish is to be a maid in the temple of saints. "