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Chapter 900: God Without a Trace

A little heard...

It's true!

Chu Yue half-closed her sharp eyes. At that time, Mu Qinghuang was still in the blood glass and did not see the scene she recognized with the old man.

Later, I was sleeping all the time, but now I am awake again when I meet my body!

Mu Qinghuang's soul was broken into many small parts back then, and perhaps only one of them in front of him.

If we return to Mu Qinghuang’s original body and complete the integration, no one knows what we will get, whether it is part of the memory or the power of sealing back then.

But no matter what it was, Chu Yue saw at least a glimmer of light.

"Do you like Beizhou Mu Mansion very much?" Mu Qinghuang asked.

Chu Yue returns: "That's your home,"

Mu Qinghuang was stunned for a moment, her eyes were a little confused.

"Mom, it's okay. I will take you home in the future, go home with dignity, and appear in the light you love." Chu Yue smiled and said, "I can do it."

For this reason, even if she goes through fire and water, even if she crosses mountains and rivers, even if she uses her last breath.

Mu Qinghuang had clear eyes and looked at her with a smile: "Xiao Chu, my mother also wants to protect you."

When her broken soul is complete, when her broken bones heal, and when the power she lost returns, she can protect her children and stay away from the sufferings of the world.

"good."

Chu Yue burst into tears and smiled like a child when she opened her mouth.

Mu Qinghuang subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her daughter's little cerebral. When she reached out, she remembered something and then took it back in disappointment.

The body inside the ice coffin is in a worse and worse state.

Only when Mu Qinghuang's consciousness, even if it is broken, can it improve.

"Xiao Chu, my mother is leaving."

Mu Qinghuang's body, which was radiating light, slowly floated into the ice coffin.

"Life well."

Mu Qinghuang looked at her with a smile, and her figure became increasingly faint, gradually becoming transparent, gradually disappearing into the eyebrows of her original body.

It takes some time for the remnant soul of consciousness to return to its original body.

It can be as short as several months, and it can be as many as several years.

And a broken soul like this is even more unknown.

Chu Yue was reluctant to leave her eyes, but she was silent.

She only held Mu Qinghuang's cold hand and passed over the remaining Shennong power.

She looked at the three wrinkles at the end of Mu Qinghuang's eyes and tried to smooth them out with the power of Shennong.

Shennong's power was faintly flowing with frost-white light. After it dissipated, Chu Yue's eyes lit up, but he saw that the wrinkles had become smooth.

Chu Yue raised her red lips and laughed alone, thinking that she had to practice well in this aspect.

She always enjoys the things that make her mother happy.

"Mom, Xiao You're Hungry..."

Just as Chu Yue was having fun with wrinkle removal, a round and furry little cerebral poked out from her clothes, and a pair of golden eyes dripping with water looked at Chu Yue with eager eyes, like a hungry baby.

Chu Yue lowered her head, instead of staring at her big eyes, she realized that she should give Ye Mohan the little milk beast so that she could feed it all the time.

“Woo…”

The little milk beast was full of tears, so Chu Yue had to feed it some of the Futu iron ore.

The little milk beast disliked it while gnawing on the iron.

Chu Yue was in pain. This little girl was gnawing all the gold and silver...

But at this time, a figure appeared in the source of the star dust of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

The wind and snow are intertwined, covered in silver.

Mu Sheng sat in the snow, writing and copying Buddhist scriptures, raised his eyes and looked at the man in the hat in front of him, "Have you handled it?"

"Well, the sculpture is broken." The man said lazily with his hands on his chest.

"You have put together the sculptures again?" Mu Sheng stopped holding the pen, his eyes sharper.

"You only let the sculptures break, and you didn't say you couldn't re-stitch them."

The man touched his chin.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!
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