Chapter 1122 — A Fingertip Lightly Pressing Her Vermilion Lips

" Shen Mu smiled: "The day after tomorrow, the thing will be done. " The Silent Craftsman packed all the materials into his box, picked it up, and made to leave, saying: "When it's done, come find us at the Supervisory Forge. Pig-killer, you go tell the headman and Granny and the rest to come here—we're forging peerless divine weapons for them, and it won't do to have them absent! " The Butcher departed. Shen Mu handed the battered, broken Heavenly Dragon Treasure Chariot over to the White Tiger craftsmen of the Supervisory Forge, and those lively women at once grew excited: "Mu Tianzun, your carriage has been smashed up again?

It was us who repaired it last time!

Wonderful—breaking so fast!

" Shen Mu departed with a black face, and returned to the capital to see Gongsun Yan.

Gongsun Yan lived in the Lower Capital; seeing him arrive, she was overjoyed, and came out to meet him with a water pot in hand. Shen Mu let her pour water over him, and said: "From now on, don't speak. Whatever happens, don't ask, don't say a word.

Leave everything to me.

" Gongsun Yan was just about to open her mouth; Shen Mu stretched out his forefinger and pressed it lightly to her small lips. Gongsun Yan blinked, and said no more, her cheeks faintly red.