Hualian was originally crying, but was stunned on the spot by Mu Yuan's scolding.
After he paused for about three seconds, his shoulder suddenly twitched.
Hiccup!
Hiccup!
The hiccups could not be stopped at all.
He felt that he had lost his composure in front of the Immortal Venerable, and quickly covered his mouth, but his body was still twitching with the hiccups.
However, Mu Yuan felt insulted. He was deeply offended. How could there be such a person who looked like him, making such a coy, beating-worthy expression and movements? If he had a sword with him, he would probably draw his sword and chop the sissy opposite him. Mu Yuan pointed his finger at Hualian, panting and looking around.
