Rebirth of the waste young counterattack

Mu Lichuan stared viciously at this ink and wash landscape painting that reveals a trace of "evil spirit". I don't know how long it has been. Thoughts change so quickly.

"Young Master Mu." The person who delivered the painting had an embarrassed smile on his face. My young master was waiting for the boy to reply. Could it be that the boy was overjoyed when he saw this painting?Otherwise, how could it be possible to watch it for such a long time, how much love is in it.

Mu Lichuan immediately came back to his senses. He felt his eyes were a little sore, and at the same time, his heart was awe-inspiring. It really was a painting full of "evil spirit". be awakened.

"This painting was really given to me by your young master?" Mu Lichuan wanted to reconfirm that it might be that the crown prince already knew the secret in the painting, so he wanted to throw the painting away.

"Yes, Young Master Mu, the young master also emphasized that it must be handed over to Young Master Mu in person." The servant smiled flatteringly.

Mu Lichuan was a little baffled by his smile. He didn't know if it was because of the white light, but somehow he felt a sense of horror, "Okay, you can go back." It's just that there is no hatred in his heart, let alone thank him.

The servant was taken aback when he heard what he said, "Young Master Mu, I'm going back?" He moved his steps slowly and confirmed again.

"Yes, it's getting late, be careful on the road." Mu Lichuan said with a smile.

The servant left with some bitterness, and when he went back and heard the young master's inquiry, he explained their process in detail, and it was exactly as he thought, the young master's face was gloomy.

"Didn't he say anything more?" Mi Zhan asked again with some coldness, obviously he liked the ink painting himself and gave it to him with great difficulty, but his attitude was too unbelievable.

"Yes, young master." The servant lowered his head, not daring to look at his young master's expression at all.

"You go down." I don't know how long it took, the servant was completely relieved when he heard such a sentence, and then quickly retreated.

There was no trace of anger on Mi Ge's face, but he was thinking about the boy's words before. Obviously, he already suspected that there was a big problem with this "painting".

"Hehe..." In the study, Mi Ge smiled, but the depths of his eyes were full of sadness. He hoped that things were not true, but when he recalled the past, there were some things that had to make people terrified.

Mu Xiaoran didn't dare to get close to this painting. It should be said that he felt extremely uncomfortable when he was three or four meters away. He even had difficulty breathing. It probably had a lot to do with him being a cultivator.

"Li Chuan." Mu Xiaoran watched as his grandson pasted a few spells on the wrapped painting, and even scratched his finger, drawing a complicated technique on it, and then saw him collapsed On the sofa, as for the evil spirit I felt before, it has completely disappeared.

"Grandpa..." Mu Lichuan yelled angrily, his face was sluggish, it was obvious that he was overdrawn.

His own ability has no way to do anything to this "evil painting". He can only use his soul power, spells, and some abilities contained in his blood to temporarily seal the "evil energy" inside. Think about it later.

For the time being, that is to say, this evil aura will erupt again soon, and my seal will be useless to it at that time. Since it was caused by a certain prince, it is natural to start from his side.

Obviously, my life is still relatively carefree, but I never thought that because of the prince's relationship, his life trajectory has undergone such a big change. Once the evil spirit is stronger, his life will be lost, and it is also a bit strange , why don't those old guys know about this painting?After thinking about it, I was relieved. After all, Mi Ge was an advocate of science, and he was the prince. Naturally, it was impossible for people to enter the house casually, let alone some "magic sticks".

Mu Xiaoran hurriedly came to the side of his great-grandson, and then helped him up, "Li Chuan, what do you think?" There was distress in his voice.

Even though a cultivator insists on following one's inclinations and putting life and death lightly on one's heart, one still has feelings for Li Chuan after getting along with him for a long time, so naturally one doesn't want any surprises from him.

"Grandpa, ask for leave for me. I need to retreat." Mu Lichuan forced a smile, "As for this painting, I will put it in my room." In his opinion, there is nothing better than this painting in the whole villa. His house is safer.

At the beginning, it was also suggested by Xiao Mo, and a certain enchantment was also arranged. If the evil spirit in this painting erupts while he is not around, at least the outer enchantment can resist it for a while.

"You..." Mu Xiaoran really wanted to ask who sent this thing, but now he is an old man who doesn't have any magic skills, there is no way to help him at all, and it may even be a disservice.

Afterwards, Mu Lichuan, with the support of his great-grandfather, directly went to meditate on the roof of the building, where he could recover more quickly.

Three days had passed, but the boy on the roof of the villa still hadn't moved at all, which made Mi Hao, who was secretly observing the boy's movements, somewhat anxious.

Five days passed, the boy was still meditating, someone finally couldn't help but came to the door, as for He Chen, he was dismissed by Mu Xiaoran and could only wait for news at home.

Mu Xiaoran looked at the young man in front of him, with a stern face, thin lips, slightly raised corners of his eyes, his whole body exuded a chill, it was obvious that he was a difficult person to get along with.

"Excuse me..." Mu Xiaoran asked a little coldly, his great-grandson seldom made friends, and he didn't know why the young man came to the door, not to mention the subtle changes in the depths of his eyes, which proved that he knew his great-grandson's behavior.

"Hi, old man, I'm Li Chuan's friend." Mi Zhe wanted to make his expression more natural, but probably because he seldom smiled, no matter how you looked at it, there was a kind of reluctance.

Mu Xiaoran replied indifferently, "Li Chuan is not free for the time being, and we don't see any guests." It wasn't because he did it on purpose, and he guessed in his heart that Li Chuan's behavior might be related to the young man.

Mi Hou understood in an instant that the old man in front of him probably knew what had happened, so he said straight to the point without saying any polite words, "What happened to Li Chuan? He has been sitting on the roof for a long time." Come on, even if you are practicing or something, you still need to eat.

"You sent that painting?" Mu Xiaoran didn't know what was inside the painting. When he saw it, the painting had been rolled up, and there were even various seals.

"Yes." Mi Ge pursed his lips even tighter, and the chill on his body became heavier.

Mu Xiaoran sneered, "You know it's that kind of evil thing, but you actually gave it to my grandson? What are you worried about?" Originally, he was an old monster who had lived for so many years, and he could control his emotions very well, but When I think of my great-grandson suffering all this at the age of 15, I can't hide the irritability in my heart.

There is only one single seedling left in their Mu family, if something unexpected happens, even if their own souls are shattered, they will not be able to make up for the crimes against the Mu family.

In his opinion, the Mu family would be destroyed entirely because of Mu Xiaolin, and as a cultivator, since he couldn't even tell that the young man possessed demonic energy, it would bring disaster to the Mu family.

"Evil thing? Didn't Li Chuan ask for this painting?" Mi Ge frowned, apparently unable to understand the old man's words.

"Li Chuan wants it? How is it possible? He has made himself into such a ghost, how could he ask for this painting?" Mu Xiaoran didn't believe Mi Ge's words at all.

Although Mi Ge does not believe in "superstition", he also understands that many things are phenomena that cannot be explained by science. "Now he..." Things have already happened, and he just hopes that he can make up for some of them.

"I don't know." Mu Xiaoran said honestly, "I don't want to care who you are, but please don't bring disasters to my grandson, such as evil things like picture scrolls, ordinary practitioners, I am afraid they have already died." Mu Xiaoran Xiao Ran said in a serious tone, and at the same time there was deep disgust in his eyes.

He also understands that many people in Kyoto do not believe in ghosts and gods. After all, the rulers do not allow such illusory things to exist. This will cause panic and make their rule impossible to consolidate.

Mi Ge had prepared a lot of words in his mind, but it was beyond his expectation. At this time, he found that the words were so pale, "Then... can I do something? Or I can take the painting back." The painting was hung in the villa before Over there, even if I feel a little uncomfortable, it's not a serious problem. Could it be because of my age?

"What can you do? What can you do? Get out of here, and you are not allowed to look for my grandson in the future." Mu Xiaoran was really angry. A kid from a rich family like this didn't know what to worry about. Give it away casually, its heart is sinister.

Mi Ge's body didn't move, he said persistently, "I'm going to wait for Li Chuan to come down."

"You waited for him to come down? Maybe he only finished training in a year or so? I wonder if you are waiting like that?" Mu Xiaoran had a mocking look on his face.

He has seen too much of the dandy's enthusiasm for a while.

"Can you also not need to eat for a year and a half?" Before Mi Ge could speak, the old man said again.

Mi Ge didn't make a sound, and didn't know how to comfort the old man in front of him, "When he wakes up, I will try my best to compensate him." He didn't know what this kind of thing needed, but he could help the young man materially.

"Compensation? What he lost was essence and blood, can you make it up?" Mu Xiaoran laughed back angrily.

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