In turn

"Mr. Zimu, but it doesn't matter!" Lin Qingxiao said sternly.

"At the moment, the leader of the Sword League is dead, and your two right-hand men from the Cloud Sect judged that you have gone to the Sword League. Now, the Cloud Gate is supported by your daughter and my disciple, so I think you should Understand, if you die, Cloud Gate may be over 80%!"

Mu Yun said seriously: "Always give you a little pressure, or if you can't hold on to hang up, my disciple and your daughter will probably scold me to death!"

"Haha...Mr. Zimu is a refreshing person, true temperament!"

Lin Qingxiao laughed and said, "I understand, if I hadn't been shamed by someone, I would not have been so embarrassed. If this hatred is not reported, I will definitely not close my eyes."

"Okay if so, let's start now!"

Mu Yun said, sat down in front of the bed.

"Master Lin, you have to hold on!"

When the words fell, Lin Qingxiao nodded, and Mu Yun's palm gradually stuck up.