Ragbu was worried, "There is only a little bit of Yuezi's soul left. If we can't hold on, we will be doomed!"
Maybe...
I will return to the scene five years ago.
His soul was destroyed and he became a stupid waste.
Everyone will forget her merits, and her body is visible to the naked eye.
Xuanyuan Xiu's shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, his sword eyes were red and bloodshot, and he wished he could bear this unprovoked disaster for Chu Yue.
But he was powerless and had no choice but to watch helplessly.
"It's over, it's over..."
Rag didn't dare to look at it anymore.
That weak soul will be completely swallowed up by the demonic energy.
At this moment, spiritual butterflies flew in one after another and surrounded Chu Yue.
Countless spiritual butterflies landed on Chu Yue's body.
At the same time, Chu Yue seemed to hear a soft and soft milky voice: "Mother... the baby is afraid..."
boom!
At the moment when the last weak soul was about to be destroyed, Chu Yue opened her piercing blood-red eyes, gritted her teeth, gathered super strong willpower, and gathered in the soul.
Yes, if she were not alive, who would seek justice for Mu Qinghuang, and who would let all the demons awaken and see the light of day again!
Her pillow will fall into the abyss again, and her child will only be trampled on!
The more Chu Yue fought, the more courageous she became, working hard like an uncrowned king in the darkness, guarding the whole night until death!
What Chu Yue didn't notice was that the butterflies around her all lowered their wings and landed next to her like withered flowers.
With each butterfly falling, Chu Yue's soul will gain an additional ray of holy light, boosting her soul.
call out--
At the critical moment, Chu Yue's shaky soul actually burst out with the momentum of thousands of horses and troops to shake the world, and the reaction swallowed up a lot of demonic energy on the following prisoners!
"Pfft!!"
Chu Yue succeeded in quenching her soul, her soul became strong, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood.
But this time, she felt refreshed and refreshed, as if the turbidity had been removed.
But the next moment, Chu Yue looked at the dead spiritual butterflies all over the ground, feeling a little confused and lost.
Just when she was almost unable to hold on any longer, she felt countless new strands of spiritual energy coming to her.
She had a premonition.
These spiritual butterflies died for her.
"So this is the spirit butterfly that wards off disaster..." Ragbu said to himself.
Chu Yue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked down at Mr. Jiang's only copy.
These spiritual butterflies are not allowed in Beixuan City, and it is because of Mr. Jiang that they are able to survive.
Most of the corpses of Spirit Butterflies on the ground were resting on Mr. Jiang's coffin and original copy.
Chu Yue took a breath, put the orphan book away, and then placed the spirit butterflies on the coffin.
It was Mr. Jiang and his butterfly who helped her.
Chu Yue nodded and bent down in front of the many spiritual butterflies, and was silent for a while before slowly raising her eyes.
Spirit Butterfly not only protects her from disaster, but also guides the way for Mr. Jiang in Jiuyou Huangquan!
"Miss Ye, the funeral time is coming soon." Jiang Ruyuan's voice sounded outside the mourning hall.
Chu Yue straightened her back and said loudly: "Send Mr. Jiang off on his way!"
The whole mansion was filled with mournful music.
Amid the sound of mourning music, people in mourning clothes sent the old gentleman's coffin out.
Chu Yue held the spiritual tablet and walked at the front.
On both sides of the long street, countless people came to see him off. Those who had received the old gentleman's kindness could not help but shed tears.
"Mr. Jiang passed away and rested on the ground forever, but the spirit of one person's death and thousands of lives will be immortal. The descendants of Beixuan will always remember Mr. Jiang's kindness."
The old woman who had lost her son walked out of her hut after hearing the sad music. She leaned on the wall and looked at the funeral procession with her half-blind eyes.
Vaguely, he saw the girl in white holding a spiritual tablet in her hand.
In late spring, Beixuan City was missing an old man named Jiang. There was a new tomb outside the city, and there were spiritual butterflies and flowers in front of the tombstone.
At night, at the beginning of the white month, the light is as bright as water.
Chu Yue returned to the City Lord's Mansion, looking a little tired now, showing a light blue-gray color.
"Mother!"
A clear childish milk sound sounded.
Xiaobao, wearing a close-fitting robe, ran forward and threw himself into Chu Yue's arms.
Chu Yue knelt down and hugged Xiaobao, her eyebrows and eyes filled with tenderness.
"Have you been obedient these past few days?" Chu Yue asked.
Xiaobao said "hmm" and nodded: "Mom, my baby is practicing well and studying well. Brother Tieniu also said that he would teach me to compose poetry so that I can become a talented man. Brother Tieniu said that I can compose poetry.
A man who writes poetry is the most charming!"
Qin Tieniu was not far away, smiling naively, "Miss Ye, we are a family and we don't accept Xiaochen's money."
The corners of Chu Yue's mouth twitched and she looked at Qin Tieniu suspiciously, suspecting that this guy was a fool picked up by City Master Qin outside.
"Master Chu."
Xiao Li came from behind and said: "Mu Fengming went to Yaochi Palace in person, and Yaochi Palace sent people to deliver 1.3 billion, not a word is too much."
"General Mu is still fierce."
Chu Yue thought of the 1.3 billion and the Futu Iron Mine, and a bright smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Aunt Xiao, you're here." Xiaobao smiled, his purple eyes shining like gems.
Qin Tieniu's face suddenly darkened.
Brother Tieniu?
Aunt Xiao?
Why is there a generation gap between him and Miss Xiao suddenly?