Chu Yue stood outside the door of the woodshed with a bone-crushing hatchet. She raised her head and looked at the morning sun in the sky. There was a glimmer of concentration in the depths of her eyes, and she asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say it would be a few days later?"
"The son of the Emperor of Heaven acts recklessly on the five continents and is very rebellious."
Li Mayfly said: "Only Emperor Ye Tian can control him. If you go to the Wanxiang Realm to award honors and honors according to the prescribed time, I'm afraid that Emperor Ye Tian is no longer in the Wanxiang Realm. Therefore, Emperor Ye Tian changed the time. It seems that outside warriors
It is rumored that Emperor Ye Tian thinks highly of you, and it is true. He probably wanted to crown you with glory in person, so he hastily changed the time to today."
Emperor Ye Tian...
That majestic voice appeared in Chu Yue's mind.
She doesn't hate this man.
"What has Gongzi Xie done recently?" Chu Yue asked.
"He killed the Holy Son of Qingqiu Continent."
Li Yufeng replied: "I just received the news this morning. The Holy Son is not a good person, but in a world where the jungle prevails, there is no distinction between good or bad, only strong and weak. After all, he is the Holy Son of Qingqiu Continent, and Young Master Xie is
Regarding the son of Emperor Ye Tian, hundreds of millions of warriors in Qingqiu Continent are angry about this matter, and they all verbally and verbally criticize Emperor Ye Tian and his son. Among them, the Shen family of Qingqiu is the worst, and they all want the son to repay his debt with blood."
"Shengzi Qingqiu? Is he the man who likes to drink the blood of young virgins?"
Chu Yue had vaguely heard of this matter.
"It's him." Li Mayfly said: "Emperor Ye Tian wanted to go back to deal with this matter, so he had to leave the Wanxiang realm. Emperor Ye Tian also personally sent people to the Beizhou royal family to take you to Wanxiang with the supreme magical weapon Immortal Wings.
field."
"You go and inform Xiaoyanzi and the others, and pack up the elixirs that Senior Sister Leng needs. I'll go and talk to my grandfather and the others."
After Chu Yue finished speaking, she pinned the bone-crushing hatchet to her waist.
She looked back at the woodshed with the door ajar, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.
That night, she did nothing. She just told Chief Mo about the punishments including human feeding, hanging, etc., along with the details.
To deal with someone like Master Mo, you must break his defenses!
"Bring him and a few others with you," Chu Yue said.
"Okay." Li Yufeng nodded.
Chu Yue walked up the corridor, intending to go to Mushanhe's room.
The old uncle was the only one left in the room.
The old uncle slightly wrinkled his gray eyebrows and wiped the dusty knife melancholy, his cloudy old eyes showing sadness.
"In the future, you will meet a new master, and the old man is no longer worthy of picking you up."
The old uncle sighed in a low voice.
Weapons and warriors need a bond and a certain tacit understanding.
A good knife, which has been in battle for many years, is a comrade-in-arms that affects the soul and life and death.
Only with a good sword can you use the most wonderful sword skills.
In the age of martial arts, every flower, every tree, every grass, every tree, even every sword, has its own consciousness.
Only after many years of companionship can consciousness and emotion be stimulated.
The old uncle looked down at his right hand and smiled bitterly.
He had been holding the sword for many years, and he finally looked forward to his family reunion and wanted to hold the sword, but his body and hands were no longer the same.
The second brother, Mu Xiangtian, Muruo Ting, or the Han family are all eyeing him, but they are also afraid of his lineage!
Because he, Mu Shanhe, is the foundation of Mu Mansion.
If it was known that Mu Shanhe was unable to use the sword, then these people would attack him in groups, and Mu Mansion would be devoured by them.
The old uncle sighed: "As I get older, I have to obey the old age. Now the world is dominated by young people."
His entire right arm was prone to stroke.
On weekdays, he tries hard not to let his children and grandchildren find out and worry about him.
Not only that, his end was approaching, and his body's internal organs were already broken due to years of war and years of missing his daughter.
Only the eldest son Mu Jingyun knew about this matter.
The old uncle took off his outer robe, revealing the silver inner armor as thin as cicada wings.
"This cicada-wing armor is good, otherwise wouldn't it be disappointing to let the children know that I can't last long?" The old uncle lowered his head and smiled lightly.
"Crunch!"
The door was pushed open.
The old uncle was stunned and turned to look.
The sunlight outside the room spilled in and reflected on the old uncle's face.
The girl was dressed in black and looked at the old man with red eyes.
Only then did Chu Yue realize that her grandfather had white hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and his body was far less healthy than he usually looked.
"Grandpa."
Chu Yue choked out a sob, walked forward with long legs, and walked towards her grandfather with heavy steps: "Is what I said just now true?"
"It's all grandpa's nonsense, how can you take it to heart?" the old uncle said with a smile.
Chu Yue raised her hand and took off the silver cicada-wing armor from the old man's body. Shen Nong's power penetrated his body, and his eyes suddenly tightened.
The old uncle's liver, lungs, and other internal organs were covered with black congestion. Not only that, there were also several places of bleeding among his bones.
This is due to the physical exhaustion from years of fighting, as well as excessive sadness and depression.
The old man used to put on this body-protecting cicada-wing armor, so that even though Chu Yue had the power of Shen Nong, she still didn't know the true situation of the old uncle.
She thought that her grandfather had just sealed the sword for too long, that's all.
It turns out that grandpa's time is running out.
In an instant, Chu Yue was filled with despair.
She lowered her head, her eyes showing a gloomy look, no longer as bright as yesterday's confrontation on the terrace.
God's will plays tricks on people, that's generally the case.
Birth, old age, illness, and death are reincarnations, cycles, and despair.
Chu Yue's hands clenched tightly into fists, and the slender blue-gray veins on the back of her hands and forehead bulged slightly.