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Chapter 660: The First Holy Land of Swordsmanship in the Eastern Desolation(2/2)

"Young friend Ye, are you really sure that you can cure this sad thing about me?" Mo Yunchui's face became solemn.

He has been suffering from this pain for more than ten years, and he has been hiding here for more than ten years, trying to heal himself.

However, as the past ten years have passed, the Taoist tragedy has not only not recovered, but has become more serious.

Because of this, he has been unable to return to Donghuang Mo's house.

Given Mo Yunchui's state of mind, he was a little nervous at this moment.

"He wants to treat grandpa?"

At this time, Mo Qinglian walked in, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she looked at Ye Xuan and said with disbelief: "Grandpa, is he not older than me? Are you sure you want him to treat you?"

When Mo Yunchui saw Mo Qinglian walking in, he couldn't help but said with a dark look on his face: "Xiaolian, get out."

"It's okay, it's okay to let her watch from the side." Ye Xuan smiled lightly, but didn't care.

"Hand out."

Ye Xuan said to Mo Yun.

"If you dare to hurt grandpa, I will make you look good." Mo Qinglian snorted and stood aside to watch.

It seems that he is really ready to take action against Ye Xuan.

Ye Xuan naturally ignored a little girl. He pinched Mo Yunchui's wrist and Dao Wen moved slightly.

Buzz————

The next moment, all the conditions in Mo Yunchui's body appeared in Ye Xuan's mind.

Even Ye Xuan couldn't help but frown slightly: "Your sorrow has become a disease..."

Mo Yunchui couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Is there a solution?"

"It's not difficult, it just requires some medicine." Ye Xuan said softly.
Chapter completed!
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