Shu Ning looked at Zi Qianjing, who was standing quietly by the side, and said with an elegant smile: "Yue'er's son."
Like five thunderbolts, An Qian's whole body froze.
Is this man Mu Ruyue's son? Could it be that she was hearing hallucinations? How could such a thing happen? How could she give birth to a son who was only a few years younger than her...
"I heard it wrong, yes, I must have heard it wrong."
Anxi murmured to herself, as if this was the only way to convince her that this must be her auditory hallucination...
"Sister," Xiao gently threw herself into Mu Ruyue's arms, raised her beautiful face, and said with an innocent smile, "You are finally back, but my little nephew didn't come back with you?"
For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Mu Ruyue, as if waiting for her answer.
Mu Ruyue's body stiffened for a long time before she relaxed and said with a smile: "Huang'er still has something to do. He has been away for a while. He will be back soon."
After all, Xiao Huang'er's identity is too involved, and he might be taken advantage of by someone with malicious intentions, so now, he cannot be allowed to appear in public...
"oh."
Xiao Qingqing sighed with some disappointment. It had been a long time since she last saw her. She really missed her cute little nephew...
"Come with me for a moment," Murong Qingchu's eyes fell on Mu Ruyue, and he glanced at Ye Wuchen without any trace, his tone was soft and soft, "I have something to say to you."
Mu Ruyue's expression calmed down and she nodded slightly: "Okay, let's go to the study room to talk. Mom, Shu Ning is my friend, and these people, please entertain me."
As he spoke, he and Ye Wuchen followed Murong Qingchu behind him, and soon disappeared into the courtyard.
In the study, the man stood with his hands behind his hands, and the faint sunlight poured down, falling on his silver hair, as cold as a fairy walking out of the painting.
Mu Ruyue looked straight at the man in front of her: "I wonder what you want to tell us?"
Slowly, the man turned around, with a faint smile in his cold eyes: "A few days ago, I predicted the future of the continent and saw some scenes. Not long after, the entire continent will be devastated, and everyone will be in dire straits.
.”
That scene was so terrifying that he never dared to watch it a second time...
Mu Ruyue's heart sank.
She may not care about the life or death of other people on the mainland, but here, she has her beloved relatives.
"The reason you told us this is..."
"I just want to tell you that you don't have much time," Murong Qingchu said with a faint smile, "After all, when those people are suppressing the situation, you have to improve your strength! Ling Yuan is still too powerful for those strong people.
Too weak..."
Mu Ruyue's heart sank a little bit, as if she felt the uneasiness in her heart, a pair of big hands held her hand tightly.
The warmth from her palms calmed her heart, and she turned her eyes to the man who was as cold as a fairy in the sun.
"I will improve my strength as soon as possible!"
Murong Qingchu laughed: "Do you know the eighteen levels of purgatory?"
Eighteen levels of purgatory?
Mu Ruyue's heart was shocked, and Xiao Jing's words before her death suddenly rang in her mind.
Feng Jingtian was enduring torture in the Eighteenth Level of Purgatory! Just hearing this name, one can imagine what the Eighteenth Level of Purgatory is...
"It seems that you know that your friend is in the eighteenth level of purgatory." Murong Qingchu smiled faintly and said with soft eyes, "Next, what I want to tell you is about the eighteenth level of purgatory...