Su Yanyu looked at the bell in Hui Zhen's hand and could not help but wonder if his talisman would be able to shatter the bell.
However, this thought only lasted for a moment. He was not brainless. This bell was made of copper. How could it be broken so easily? Su Yanyu looked at Hui Zhen calmly. "In that case, how is Master Hui Zhen going to bless me?"
The more thrilling it was, the calmer he became. With so many people around him, what was there to be afraid of?
Huizhen said indifferently, "If you want to know, I'll demonstrate it to you. Young Master Mu, you're not feeling well again, right? I see that you're a little pale."
Mu Cong, who was suddenly mentioned, trembled. His smile was even uglier than crying. "I-I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."
When Su Yanyu saw Mu Cong like this, he was angry at him being useless. Hui Zhen was also interesting. She clearly knew why Mu Cong behaved weirdly, but she still pretended to be confused.