Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The drunkard stepped forward, bent over, and reached out to touch the "tattoo" on his heart. All that was touched by his fingertips was the touch of his skin. The drunkard frowned, rarely serious.

"It's not like a tattoo, it's like growing out of the skin."

"Long, grow out?" When the white clothes heard it, he felt uncomfortable.

"Why, how can I get a tattoo?"

"This is not a tattoo." The alcoholic stared at the thing. After looking at it for a long time, his back felt a bit cold and his scalp numb.

This "tattoo" is not big, headless and bodyless, only a vicious face.

A dark and ferocious breath came out of its eyes, giving people a fear of hitting the soul directly, staring at it for a long time, and even felt like being dragged into **** by it.

The drunkard straightened up, calmed his mood, and said: "It's beyond the scope of my medical field."

Both Bai Yi and Tsing Yi leaned forward and took a look curiously.

As a result, after seeing it for a long time, he felt like a drunkard, with straight hair in his heart, and inexplicably a kind of fear in his heart, always feeling that the thing was so realistic that it would be resurrected from Jun Moyan's skin, and then rushed out to pounce on them.

They didn’t read less about their supernatural novels, and learned from the books many mysterious ancient beasts, such as glutton, kuai, kylin, phoenix, 梼杌, 獬豸... etc.

But what appeared on Mo Yan, they said they had never seen it before.

Comparing the pictures of the beasts in the book, it is obvious that this one on Jun Moyan looks more brutal, even if it only has one face.

Wen Xiaoai raised his head, glanced at what appeared on Jun Mo Yan's heart, wrinkled his little nose, indicating that he had never seen anything so vicious.

"San Shao, is it related to Bai Ming Sect?" Tsing Yi said.

"..." Jun Mo Yan thought but did not answer.

"Why don't I get Ace here and ask? See if there is anything like yours on him. If there is, then it is very likely that this thing is a curse cast by the master of the White Mingmen to control people. of."

The white clothes on the side sounded straight in his heart, always feeling cool in his ears.

Do you want to be so scary?

Curse?

It sounds really nonsense, but it still explains a bit like it.

"How do you feel in your body now?" the drunkard asked.

"Very good, better than before." Jun Moyan said, holding Wen Xiaoai out of bed.

Wen Xiaoai stretched out two small paws, grabbed the two sides of his clothes, and pulled them together in the middle, covering his fair and strong chest.

There are people here, so you can't show it to others.

"Better than before?" This made Bai Yi and Tsing Yi puzzled.

"Then is this thing good or bad? Will it have any effect on the Third Young Master? Isn't it really a curse?" Bai Yi said.

"I'll go back and test your blood later to see if there is any change." The alcoholic said.

Jun Mo Yan nodded slightly: "Go back to Wuyuan, Tsing Yi, you send someone to find Ace."

"Good." Tsing Yi nodded.

A few people left the ward, ready to go back to Wuyuan.

"Eh, Tsing Yi, do you think the things on the Third Young Master's body are related to his origin?" Bai Yi pulled Tsing Yi and walked behind and asked nervously.

After Bai Yi's reminder, Tsing Yi felt that it was still possible.

After all, when the Third Young Master was born, the celestial phenomenon was strange and difficult to explain.

But the three young masters have been no different from ordinary people in the past two decades, and nothing strange has happened around them.

"I still think it has a greater relationship with that Bai Mingmen."