"not good!"

The rag was anxious, "There is only a little left in the confinement period. If you can't hold on, you will be doomed!"

Maybe...

Will return to the scene five years ago.

The soul was destroyed and became a foolish waste.

Everyone will forget her merits, and it can be seen that she is a useless body at the naked eye.

Xuanyuan Xiu's shoulders could not help but tremble, his sword eyes were red, and he was covered in blood, wishing he could withstand this unreasonable disaster for Chu Yue.

But he was powerless and helpless, so he could only watch.

"It's over, it's over..."

I dare not look at the rag again.

The weak soul will be completely swallowed by the demonic energy.

At this moment, butterflies flew over and surrounded Chu Yue.

Countless butterflies fell on Chu Yue.

At the same time, Chu Yue seemed to hear a soft little breast sound in a hazy state: "Mom...baby is afraid..."

boom!

When the last weak soul was about to be destroyed, Chu Yue opened her cold blood-red eyes, gritted her teeth, condensed her super willpower, and gathered in the soul.

Yes, if she is not in the world, who will seek justice for Mu Qinghuang, and who will let the demons awaken and see the light of heaven again!

Her pillow will fall into the abyss again, and her children will only be trampled on!

Chu Yue became more and more brave as he fought, and he worked hard in one go, like an uncrowned king in the dark, guarding the long night and not resting until his death!

What Chu Yue didn't notice was that the butterflies around her had their wings hanging down and fell to her like withered flowers.

As each butterfly falls, Chu Yue's primordial spirit will have an additional holy light that will encourage her primordial spirit.

call out--

At the critical moment, Chu Yue's shaking soul burst out with the momentum of thousands of horses and troops shaking the universe, and it actually swallowed up many demonic auras below!

"Puff!!"

Chu Yue successfully tempered his soul, and his soul was strong, and he spit out another mouthful of black blood.

But this time, she felt as if she had removed the turbidity and was refreshed.

But the next moment, Chu Yue looked at the dead spirit butterflies on the ground, feeling a little confused and lost.

Just now when she was about to hold on, she felt countless new energy of the soul, where the holes were connected.

She had a premonition.

These spirit butterflies died for her.

"So this is the spiritual butterfly to block the disaster..." Rabbit said to himself.

Chu Yue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked down at Mr. Jiang's lonely book.

These spirit butterflies cannot be tolerated in Beixuan City, because Mr. Jiang was able to survive.

The corpses of the spirit butterfly on the ground were mostly leaning towards Mr. Jiang's coffin and lonely book.

Chu Yue took a breath, took the book away, and then placed the spirit butterflies on the coffin.

It was Mr. Jiang and his Butterfly who helped her.

Chu Yue nodded to many spiritual butterflies, bent down, was silent for a while before slowly raising her eyes.

Lingdie not only blocked the disaster for her, but also guided Mr. Jiang in Jiuyou Huangquan!

"Miss Ye, the time for funeral is coming." Jiang Ruyuan's voice sounded outside the mourning hall.

Chu Yue straightened her spine and said loudly: "Send Mr. Jiang to the road!"

The entire mansion played a sorrow and joy.

Amid the sound of sorrow, the people in mourning clothes sent the old man's coffin out.

Chu Yue held the spirit card and walked in front.

On both sides of the long street, countless people came to see you off. Those who had received the favor of the old man couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Mr. Jiang passed away and slept forever on earth, but the spirit of one person's death and ten thousand lives will be immortal. The descendants of Beixuan from generation to generation will always remember Mr. Jiang's kindness."

The old woman who lost her son heard Ai Le walked out of the humble room, held the wall, and looked at the funeral procession with her half-blind eyes.

I vaguely saw a girl in white holding a spirit card in her hand.

In Beixuan City in late spring, an old man named Jiang was missing. There was a new grave outside the city, and there were spiritual butterflies and flowers in front of the tombstone.

At night, the white moon rises, and the light is as bright as water.

Chu Yue returned to the city lord's mansion, and was a little tired now, revealing a faint blue-gray color.

"Mother!"

A clear child's milk sounded.

Xiaobao was wearing a close-fitting robe and ran forward "dial" and threw himself into Chu Yue's arms.

Chu Yue squatted down and hugged Xiaobao, with the softness of the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Have you been obedient these days?" Chu Yue asked.

Xiaobao "hmm" and nodded: "Mom, the baby has good practice and good study. Brother Tie Niu said he wanted to teach me to write poetry and make me a talented man. Brother Tie Niu said that a man who can write poetry is the most attractive!"

Qin Tieniu was not far away and smiled silly, "Miss Ye, we are not a family of Xiaochen's money."

Chu Yue's mouth twitched, and she looked at Qin Tieniu suspiciously, suspecting that this guy was the little fool picked up by the Lord of Qin outside.

"Master Chu."

Xiao Li walked from behind and said, "Mu Fengming went to Yaochi Palace in person. Yaochi Palace sent someone to deliver 1.3 billion yuan, a word is not bad."

"General Mu is still fierce."

Chu Yue thought of 13 billion and Futu Iron Mine, and her clear cheeks showed a bright smile.

"Aunt Xiao, you're here." Xiaobao smiled, his purple eyes were shiny like gems.

Qin Tieniu's face suddenly turned dark.

Brother Tie Niu?

Aunt Xiao?
Chapter completed!