After returning from Qin Shoumei's home, Liu Wanzhen was preparing to go to Wuyazhou in the yard. She looked outside the yard, quiet, no one wanted to visit at all, and she frowned slightly.
By the truth.
Siyuan should come to see Qin Shoumei the next day after she goes back.
But a few days have passed and there is no movement at all.
At the beginning.
She thought it was a newlywed and the two of them reconciled. It was the time to have a relationship with each other, but almost one hundred years passed, and there was no movement on the other side of the yard:
"No!"
Liu Wanzhen threw down the jade box in her hand.
The box fell to the ground.
More than a dozen precious spiritual herbs that healed the wounds fell down.
Liu Wanzhen flew out of the yard like a gust of wind, and in a few breaths, she arrived at the next yard. A third-level Yayoi formation was arranged in the yard to block the spiritual consciousness. Liu Wanzhen suppressed the anger in her heart, picked up the communication token, and quickly
Inspired, after saying a few words, I waited for a reply, and after a long time, there was no movement at all.
Instantly.
Liu Wanzhen covered her body with cold air.
She stomped heavily under her feet.
A snow mist rose in front of her. The mist was blown gently by her and turned into snowflakes. The snowflakes fell on the Yayoi Formation. The light curtain of the formation "crack crack" instantly cracked a hole.
Liu Wanzhen lightly tap on the toes.
The next moment.
She appeared in the yard.
In-hospital.
Empty.
There is no breath of living people at all!
Liu Wanzhen's eyes were so cold that she stepped into Fu Siyuan's room and saw a sealed messenger talisman on it. A spiritual power penetrated, and the messenger talisman turned into a ball of fire. Fu Siyuan's voice came from it: p>
"Mother, I'm sorry!"
"Shoumei and I have important things to go out. If we can't come back, you will go to Wuyazhou with our clan members first. After we finish the work, we will come back immediately. We will meet in Wuyazhou at that time!"
Liu Wanzhen stood quietly in place.
The moonlight shines on her face.
No sorrow or joy.
Long time.
She smiled coldly.
Qin Shoumei was extremely respectful to her before, so she turned around and kidnapped her son.
It was she who thought that Qin Shoumei was too simple!
The two of them were leaving intentionally.
And it has been more than ten days, and I have no idea where to hide in this moment.
People can't be found, as it seems.
"Hu——"
Take a deep breath.
The ice on Liu Wanzhen's body dissipated as her emotions stabilized.
Frontline Wuyazhou.
She must go.
Since her son and daughter-in-law are unreliable, she can only find another alliance.
On the battlefield, relying on one's own actions, you will feel regretful on the spot if you are not careful.
But.
Who else can she find in the clan?
.....
Linglian Garden.
The garden is full of joy.
Even Fu Yimu and Fu Sitian, who rarely go out on weekdays, gathered here. Bai Lian was carefully supported by the smile of Uncle Thirteen, sitting in the main seat.
Fu Yimu, who was sitting on the left, took out a jade box from his sleeve and handed it to Bailian with both hands:
"Aunt, this is the fourth-level jasper fairy grass, which is suitable for you now."
Jassia grass is used to calm the fetus.
And.
Only high-level monks can take it.
This was cultivated by a wife-loving king in ancient times because he had a child in his old age. He specially created his wife who had conceived. Now it is hard to find a lot of money in the market.
This one.
It’s still what Fu Yimu got from the Demon Wormhole.
Such a precious gift made Uncle Thirteen and Bai Lian overjoyed.
Bai Lian saw Fu Yimu's gaze more kind, and he was even softer than Fu Sitian. If Fu Yimu hadn't mentioned it, how could she enjoy this family happiness from time to time?