The Fake Daughter Made a Sensation All Over the World By Relying on Metaphysics

An underground prison made of black iron.

"I'll trouble Mr. Fan to condescend to stay here." Zhong Lu led the blind old man into the depths of the cell step by step.

While walking, the heavy road is still being introduced.

"Mr. Fan, you should have an impression of this one. This is Liu Zidai, Liu Qingdai."

"This is the old man Han you stayed in Yancheng. At the beginning, the mystic masters in Yancheng turned against us a lot. It took us a lot of effort to rectify the branch of the Mystic Masters Association in Yancheng."

"You probably didn't expect that you would be with them so soon, right?"

"Don't worry." Zhonglu patted the blind old man's shoulder: "They are not as advanced as your cell."

He said specifically: "This is what our young master just strengthened not long ago."

The blind old man just listened to his thoughts all the way, without any reaction.

It wasn't until he entered the cell that he laughed loudly, "Your young master is not sure, what are you talking about here every day?"

No matter what the heavy road asked, the blind old man made up his mind to sit in the corner.

No one cares.

He stomped his feet angrily.

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"This is the cinnabar pen of the patriarch?"

When Xuanhua saw the object that Gu Muran was holding in his hand, he felt a pang in his heart.

The pen is on the table, no one dares to touch it.

Including, Yan Heng only dared to look at it from a distance, and no one dared to touch it.

The silver-glowing cinnabar pen is placed in the box, which looks more pure and holy.

Without further ado, Gu Muran directly laid a seal.

When Chong Lu hurried over, he saw the pen disappearing in mid-air.

He froze for a moment.

Inside the house, Xuanhua asked in puzzlement, "Young master, what is the meaning of this?"

"The thing of the national teacher has the effect of suppressing evil. I sealed it here. Even if other magicians are curious, they dare not take a step closer."

Guarantee the safety of the Mystic Masters Association, and make those people no longer dare to think about her objects.

As soon as Zhong Lu walked into the house, he heard Gu Muran say:

"Elder Xuanhua, please take me to the Refining Hall."

Refining Hall, as the name suggests, is to refine all treacherous and evil spirits.

When Gu Muran was visiting the entire Mystic Masters Association, he saw such a courtyard.

Chong Lu immediately said, "I'll take you there."

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A group of people walked on the road of Refining Hall.

Gu Muran suddenly looked at Chonglu: "Elder Chonglu has something on his mind?"

Chonglu scratched his hair: "It's not really a matter of concern, it's just that the magician is really annoying."

Xuan Hua asked curiously: "What happened?"

Chong Lu said: "The old man felt crazy, he said I was talking nonsense, that the young master is not our young master."

Gu Muran, who was walking, paused, "So that's what they came up with."

The others didn't understand the meaning of Gu Muran's words.

"Young master, what do you mean by this sentence?"

Neither Chonglu nor Xuanhua understood.

Both Yan Heng and Lu Chaolan seemed to be worried. Although their eyes were calm, they did not speak.

Gu Muran said: "He is right, I am indeed not your young master."

Chonglu and Xuanhua didn't believe it, thinking that the old man was trying to sow discord.

No matter how much Gu Muran said about this, they just didn't believe it.

In the end, Gu Muran didn't say anything, and the Alchemy Hall had already arrived.

Gu Muran took out the black talisman paper in his hand.

The talisman was obtained from Ye Yuxi.

Elder Chonglu stepped forward, took out a key from his pocket, and when he was about to open the door, he suddenly found that there was no lock cylinder.

He was stunned in place.

"What's the matter? Can't the door be opened?" Xuan Hua couldn't help asking when he saw his junior brother standing motionless at the door.