My wife is not a demon

Chen Mu shrugged, and said in a very flat tone: "People who practice martial arts generally hide a dagger in their thighs. This is very common, so don't make such a fuss."

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Chapter 444: Cooking Experts Are Less Commanding?

After Lan Xiaowan left, Chen Mu came to the place where the other party was standing just now, and re-observed the strange painting.

The strange behavior of the other party just now really makes people imagine.

Chen Mu has already deduced countless unsightly and extremely exciting scripts in his mind.

This also led to some friction between him and Shao Si Ming.

I understand this little friction.

Fortunately, Shao Si Ming is an indifferent girl who doesn't care about her.If it were any other woman, the Hedong Lion's Roar would have given him a hammer by now.

"Who gave this painting to Tianjun, do you know?"

Chen Mu asked.

Shao Siming, who was watching the painting together, shook his head.

"From what Aunt Lan just said, it can actually be inferred that Tianjun once liked a woman, and this painting was given to Tianjun by that woman, and it has been kept until now."

Chen Mu curled his lips, he was used to this kind of bloody love story.

I didn't expect Tangtang Tianjun to have such a vulgar past.

Seeing that Shao Si was obsessed with looking at the painting on the wall, Chen Mu was puzzled and said, "What's so good about this painting? I can draw it with my toes better than it."

The girl didn't bother to pay attention to him, her eyes were extremely serious.

After a long time, she suddenly raised her slender jade arms, forming strange seals.

Looking carefully, the trajectory of Shao Siming's swinging arms when he formed the seal seems to correspond one-to-one with the lines in the painting.I don't know if it's an illusion, but the lines in the painting also began to twist and turn.

Brilliant leaves spread around the girl's slender legs, turning into ribbons in a trance...

But when the last seal was formed, nothing unusual happened.

Shao Si Ming frowned and thought hard.

Chen Mu stood aside and didn't dare to disturb.

He just quietly admired the beautiful girl with blue temperament, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

Shao Siming began to practice again according to the trajectory of the lines in the painting, but this time only halfway through the practice, a mysterious and powerful turbulent force surged out from the wall painting.

Shao Siming snorted and took a few steps back.

The girl's frowning brows were in pain, and the veil was stained with blood.

Chen Mu was startled, and quickly stepped forward to support her: "Are you okay?"

Shao Siming stared at the paintings on the wall, a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes, he shook his head, and sadly walked aside to recuperate.

After all, it is still not enough.

Chen Mu thought to himself.

He hesitated for a moment, took out a small book and planned to copy the lines in the painting, and prepared to take it for Zhiyue to practice.

But the strange thing is that no matter how he imitates, the paintings are still not similar.

The lines in the painting seem to be changing all the time.

After tossing for a long time but failed to copy it successfully, Chen Mu couldn't help but sighed, but had no choice but to give up.

If it wasn't for the fact that Shao Siming was here, he really wanted to tear it off and take it back.

In less than a cup of tea, Shao Siming finished his recuperation.

She glanced at the painting on the wall, then looked at Chen Mu with her beautiful eyes, and asked if this place still needs to be investigated?

Chen Mu shook his head: "There is nothing to investigate for now, let's go back first."

Shaoxing nodded.

The two followed the secret passage back to the Yaoyuan Waterfall.

Chen Mu was not in a hurry to go back, but deliberately surveyed around the Yaoyuan Waterfall, trying to find some useful clues.

Needless to say, luck was really on his side this time.

When Chen Mu reached the final stage of his investigation, he accidentally found a slightly old sachet in the herb pile of the miscarriage-preserving medicine 'Tianhe'.

The sachet is extremely exquisite in workmanship and contains precious spiritual herbs.

The embroidery on the outside is a small golden flower with seven petals.

It was exactly the same as the golden flower Shao Si Ming gave him.

Ordinary disciples have neither the money nor the ability to wear this thing, so it must have been left by someone with a noble status in the Yin Yang Sect.

Is it Aunt Lan?

Impossible, after all, the other party's behavior just now was very strange.

So besides Shao Si Ming and Yun Zhiyue, are there any other noble women in the Yin Yang Sect?

"Have you seen it?"

Chen Mu waved the sachet in front of Shao Si Ming's eyes.

Shao Si Ming shook his head.

Chen Mu sighed, and murmured: "You are really useless. Why don't you give me a roster of all the elders and disciples of the Yin Yang Sect later, this should be possible."

Shao Siming hesitated for a moment, and tapped the jade head lightly.

"Be as detailed as possible."

Chen Mu patted the girl's round shoulders that looked like they had been cut by a knife, and couldn't help but flirt. "I'll give you a lollipop later."

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Back at the house, Chen Mu lay down on the bed in Shao Siming's boudoir very unceremoniously, ready to have a good sleep.