Chu Yue half-squinted her sharp eyes. Mu Qinghuang was still in the blood glass and did not see the scene when she and her old uncle recognized each other.
He has been sleeping since then, but now that he has met his own body, he wakes up again!
Mu Qinghuang's soul was broken into many small parts back then, and the one in front of her might be just one of them.
If we return to Mu Qinghuang's body and complete the fusion, no one knows what we will get, whether it is partial memory or the power that was sealed back then.
But no matter what it was, Chu Yue at least saw a glimmer of hope.
"Do you like Beizhou Mu Mansion very much?" Mu Qinghuang asked.
Chu Yue replied: "That's your home."
Mu Qinghuang was startled for a moment, her eyes a little confused.
"Mother, it's okay. I will take you home from now on, go home in an upright manner, and appear upright in the light you love." Chu Yue smiled and said, "I can do it."
For this, even if she goes through fire and water, even if she goes over mountains and ridges, even if she uses her last breath.
Mu Qinghuang looked at her with bright eyes and a smile: "Xiao Chu, mother also wants to protect you."
When her broken soul is complete, when her broken bones heal, and when her lost strength returns, she will be able to protect her children and stay away from the suffering in this world.
"good."
Chu Yue's eyes filled with tears and she grinned like a child.
Mu Qinghuang subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her daughter's head. Halfway through, she remembered something and took it back in despair.
The condition of the body inside the ice coffin is getting worse and worse.
Only when Mu Qinghuang's consciousness, even if it is broken, returns to its true form can things get better.
"Xiao Chu, mother is leaving."
Mu Qinghuang's radiant body slowly floated into the ice coffin.
"Live well."
Mu Qinghuang looked at her with a smile. Her figure became lighter and lighter, gradually becoming transparent and disappearing between the main body's eyebrows.
The remnant soul of consciousness returns to its original form and takes some time to integrate with the body.
It can be as short as a few months or as long as a few years.
And such a shattered soul is even more unknown.
Chu Yue's eyes were full of reluctance, but she remained silent.
She only held Mu Qinghuang's cold hand and channeled the remaining Shennong's power through it.
She looked at the three wrinkles at the end of Mu Qinghuang's eyes and tried to use Shennong's power to smooth them out.
Shen Nong's power was faintly flowing with frost-white light. After it dissipated, Chu Yue's eyes lit up, and she saw that the wrinkles had become smooth.
Chu Yue raised her red lips and smiled alone, thinking in her heart that she needed to practice hard in this area.
She always enjoys doing things that make her mother happy.
"Mother, Xiaoyou is hungry..."
Just when Chu Yue was rejoicing at the wrinkle removal surgery, a round and furry little head poked out from his clothes. A pair of watery golden eyes looked at Chu Yue eagerly, like a baby waiting to be fed.
Chu Yue lowered her head, instead of staring wide-eyed, she later realized that she should have given the little milk beast to Ye Mohan, so that he could feed it all the time.
"Woo..."
The little milk beast had tears in its eyes, so Chu Yue had no choice but to feed it some pagoda iron ore.
The little milk beast was disgusted and chewed on the iron.
Chu Yue, on the other hand, was in constant pain. This little milk beast had chewed up mountains of gold and silver...
But at this time, a figure appeared at the source of the stardust of ten thousand Buddhas.
It's windy and snowy, and it's covered in snow.
Mu Sheng sat in the snow, copying Buddhist scriptures, and looked up at the man in the bamboo hat in front of him, "Has it been dealt with?"
"Well, the sculpture is broken." The man crossed his arms and said lazily.
"Did you put the sculpture back together again?" Mu Sheng paused while writing, his eyes sharp.
"You only let the sculpture break, but you didn't say it couldn't be put back together."
The man touched his chin.
"Snapped!"
The wolf-hair pen in Mu Sheng's hand hit the table, causing a gust of wind and snow. He looked at the man coldly, "A generation of ghost heroes has disappeared without a trace, how can it be such a child's play!"