The voice of Xiao Naoyin was like a spring in the mountains, washing away the anger in Chu Yue's heart.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked deeply at Mu Qinghuang in the light, her heart hurting as if a crack had been torn open.
Those who pushed Mu Qinghuang into the abyss are free, intact, and enjoying peace, and may even be famous in history.
Her mother is struggling hopelessly between life and death!
Chu Yue opened her lips and showed a cruel smile.
She will uncover these people hiding under the deep sea one by one.
Let them also taste the feeling of life being worse than death and despair.
"Xiao Chu."
A clear and sweet voice suddenly sounded in Chu Yue's mind.
Like the spring breeze on a sunny day.
Chu Yue suddenly looked intently.
But seeing the woman in the light, she slowly opened her eyes.
Those eyes have the spirit of a sage who can embrace all rivers, the iron-blooded breath of a soldier, and the vicissitudes of life after going through all kinds of difficulties.
There she was, looking steadily at Chu Yue, with her hair flying in the air and her mother's loving smile on her face.
In an instant, Chu Yue's eyes filled with tears and she stood motionless.
next moment.
The wind roared in Chu Yue's ears, the sky and the earth were spinning, and she was wrapped in the thick blood mist, as if she had also come into the light, and was very close to Mu Qinghuang.
Mu Qinghuang's whole body was shrouded in crimson light, suspended in mid-air.
She raised her slender hand and gently stroked the wrinkles between Chu Yue's brows with her fingertips.
Chu Yue raised her face, her eyes filled with mist-like tears.
It seemed like there were millions of words to say, but they were all stuck in my throat and I couldn't say a single word.
For a long time, Chu Yue looked at Mu Qinghuang blankly and asked, "Am I a human or a ghost?"
She has been stubborn about an illusory question for two lifetimes.
Mu Qinghuang lowered his eyes to look at her and placed his palm on Chu Yue's cheek.
But because Mu Qinghuang's state of consciousness was just a light and shadow, Chu Yue couldn't feel anything.
Mu Qinghuang leaned forward, bent slightly, and placed a gentle kiss on the girl's brow, like a dragonfly touching water, wrapped in endless tenderness.
"My daughter is the most beautiful child in the world."
Mu Qinghuang's voice sounded gradually, and Chu Yue's pupils widened slightly, reflecting Mu Qinghuang's face.
While speaking, Mu Qinghuang's figure was fragmented.
Just like a broken mirror, a complete person suddenly becomes countless streaks of crimson fire.
A stream of fire fell into Chu Yue's eyebrows, and Chu Yue suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if thousands of arrows had penetrated the skull cavity.
Then, a dark scene appeared in Chu Yue's mind.
It was as if in a dark dungeon, someone was holding a soul-quenching hammer filled with bone spurs, and smashed it down one after another, shattering Mu Qinghuang's complete consciousness into pieces.
Chu Yue couldn't see clearly what these people looked like, but she could feel that there were countless people around Mu Qinghuang.
They are laughing.
Smiling as he watched Mu Qinghuang's defeat and bloody head.
When Chu Yue saw this scene, she was sweating profusely, furious, and her whole body was trembling.
"ah!"
She roared like a wild animal and spat out a mouthful of blood.
When he woke up again and opened his eyes, his consciousness returned to his original body and he was already deep in the booth of the auction house.
"Xiaoyue'er, what's wrong with you?"
Leng Qingshuang asked worriedly, "Why is your face so white?"
side.
The Mufu brothers were worried, and the old uncle bent over Chu Yue and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and chin.
"Child, don't force your martial arts." The old uncle said worriedly.
Chu Yue was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "I'm fine."
Mu Linfeng helped Chu Yue up and frowned, "Such a grown-up person doesn't know how to cherish his own body."
Mu Chenhai took out the Concentration Pill used by the Jiuzhou Shrine and handed it to Chu Yue, "Your consciousness is a little scattered, take this."
Yan Nanji and other Shenxuan disciples were worried and at the same time extremely surprised.
I always feel that the attitude of the people in Mu Mansion towards Chu Yue is a bit ridiculous.
Yan Nanji bumped Hua Yuehen with her elbow and whispered: "Senior Brother Hua, do you feel that our little junior sister is more like a member of Mu Mansion?"
"All the capable people in the world have many things in common." Hua Yuehen said.
Yan Nanji curled her lips.
at the same time--
The bitter cold source of stardust for ten thousand Buddhas.
Mu Sheng's clothes were in rags, his body was covered with bruises, and there were sharp pillars of shame stuck in his body.
She sat in the freezing cold weather, holding an ink pen in her hand, copying scriptures in the wind and snow, and then lit them with fire to pray for the spiritual beasts who were tortured to death.
Mu Sheng had no expression on his face and repeated these actions mechanically.
Until a figure stopped in front of Mu Sheng.
The visitor was dressed in ink clothes and a bamboo hat. He was extremely tall and looked down at Mu Sheng.