Mu Wangqing's eyes were sparkling, calm and indifferent.
"I think we can go take a look."
"You also want to go and see it?"
Shangguan Wuwo moved to his side in great surprise and winked at him.
"I remember you were never such a nosy person. Why did you act against your will today?"
"nonsense!"
Mu Wangqing gave him a cold look and pushed him aside unceremoniously.
"Xiaoyue values Lian Shang, and Mu Sang is Lian Shang's person, so I naturally have to pay more attention to it. Otherwise, do you think I would care about other people and things?"
"makes sense."
Shangguan Wuwo touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.
"You've already said that, and I won't say anything else."
"Since you two bosses have said so, I don't have any objections."
Zhuge Jinqing spread his hands towards them and curved his lips with a smile.
"But what about Xiaoyue? We can't leave her alone here."
"I'll go too."
He didn't see his person, but suddenly saw his voice. Before everyone could react, they saw a figure coming in front of them.
The white clothes are better than the snow, the cut eyes are as silent as the deep pool and ancient well cast by the moonlight, and the black hair is floating and messy.
"Xiaoyue, are you going too?"
Shangguan Wuwo was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Xiaoyue to appear here and want to go together.
"You have just recovered, so you should not work too hard. You should go back and have a good rest."
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Xiaoyue thought about rejecting it and spoke firmly.
"I heard everything you said. I won't feel at ease until I see Mu Sang."
"This...but!"
Shangguan Wuwo wanted to continue, but Mu Wangqing raised his hand to stop him.
"You know Xiaoyue's character as well as I do. It's useless to talk more now. Let's go together."
Although I was worried, Shangguan Wuwo knew that it would be useless to say more. He could only grit his teeth and spoke with difficulty.
"Okay, let's go together."
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Hong Zhao explored the aura left behind by Xiaoya and followed him all the way, but came to the cemetery where he had previously paid homage to Shi Wushuang and Lian Shang.
Everyone was aware of this move. Xiaoya and Xia Niechen stopped not far away, waiting for no one to come, so they couldn't help but become anxious.
"If Brother Jinqing doesn't come, I'm afraid he will be frightened and run away again."
"Don't worry, they will definitely arrive in time."
Xia Niechen put his hand on her hand and kept comforting her. He also paid attention to the movement in the distance from time to time. When he saw them coming, he shouted excitedly.
"Xiaoya, they are here."
Xiaoya heard the reputation and couldn't help but be overjoyed because she saw an unexpected figure in the crowd.
"It's...Master!"
"Xiaoya......"
Xiaoyue waved to her and saw her running over in one step or two and lying in her arms.
"Master, just be fine."
"Sorry for making you worry, I'm much better now."
Smiling and stroking her head, Xiaoyue's long-lost smile reappeared on her face.
"By the way, where is Mu Sang?"
Xiaoya's body was shaken, and Xia Niechen and she didn't know how to answer.
"That...I'm sure, he...is the Mu Sang we can't find anywhere."
Everyone looked up and saw a man in front of the eye-catching tombstone in the middle. His face was unkempt and his clothes were in tatters. However, they could vaguely see the original outline and pattern. His boots were no longer there, and his bare feet were all covered with dirt.
The mud is covered with a few deep scratches, and the tall and slender figure no longer has the heroic spirit of the past. He is hunched over like an eighty-year-old man, talking to himself, and taking the trouble to touch the inscriptions on the tablet.