Ling Xuanluo passed through Shimo Village, all the way to the south, and found a vast wheat field outside the village. There is a lonely farmhouse standing www.biquge.info the wheat field, and on the edge of the field in front of the farmhouse, Xi Mutong in a white cloth clothes stands.

The parting of life and death at the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, Ling Xuanluo still recalls it, and his liver and intestines will be broken. Although I saw Xi Mutong today, I still can't be sure, whether she can still walk out of the ice coffin, how can she not be sad?

She stood silent, listening to him cry silently, and then gently spit out a few words, which fell into his ears, which were very precious.

He let go of his arms and hands, but he was reluctant to let go of her cold shoulders, for fear that as soon as he let go, she would disappear like a phantom.

Xi Mutong reassured him with a smile, held his hand again, moved his shoulder and said, "The last time I saw you, you had just cultivated into an immortal body, and you still looked like a mortal boy." Goodbye this time, your fairy bones have grown, your fairy roots are stable, and your whole body exudes the style of immortals, and your aunt is really proud of you. When the apprenticeship ceremony was held in the Luoyin Palace, Zhuyue protected you, and heard that you had the heart to cultivate immortals, and I was afraid that you would die because you couldn't stand the Tongxian soup, and you lost your temper for the first time in your life. He would be comforted if he could see your accomplishments now. ”

A few words, although the tone was not shocked, the meaning of nostalgia was like the waves of the sea, Ling Xuanluo had just stopped his tears, and at this time he burst out of his eyes.

He looked at her beggingly and said, "Auntie, Xuanluo has entered the Flying Fire Streamer Wall this time, not only to communicate with you, but also to pick you up. I beg you, come back and be with us, everyone needs you!"

Xi Mutong's eyelids drooped, and he sighed lightly: "Xi Mutong in the Six Realms has died in the Fragmented Mountain, and the person in front of you is the orphan girl of Shimo Village, Song Liannu. ”

"Auntie!"

I'm afraid this is Ling Xuanluo's most feared answer, but before he said a word, he was said by Xi Mutong, and he was so anxious that his voice raised an octave, "Aunt Shizu, there are many things, although Xuanluo knows about it after the fact, he can also understand your distress of going to the mountain to seek death." Even if the past is unbearable, it is all in the past. Now that the Condor Alliance has been established, and the Lord of the Ghost Alliance has commanded the world, no one will force you and persecute you! Don't talk about a few of us, even a group of people from the Immortal Clan are waiting for you, hoping that you will return as soon as possible and bring them to revive the Immortal Clan. I have taken it back from the Jinshu Holy Place, I don't believe you!"

As he spoke, he was about to reach into his arms and take out the golden seal of the other side, but was stopped by Xi Mutong.

"Xuanluo, stop!" she snapped, and he looked up in amazement.

She looked nonchalantly into the distance and continued: "From the day I was born, I was destined to be an ominous person, who would only bring pain and misfortune to those around me. I aspire to be an ordinary person and have ordinary happiness, but I know that I can't afford it. Even if this happiness appears in front of me, when I want to reach out and grab it, it will leave me. Zhuyue is right, everyone's birth carries a mission. My mission is to defend the human world and contribute to their safety, and I have done it, and I have no regrets and can leave. So don't force me to go back, I can't go back. ”

Ling Xuanluo's eyes widened, the talisman bag that Yunnan Namtso had mentioned, the secret that Huo Ling'er had used her family's poisonous curse as a blow when she provoked him, and what Jin Shusheng had said, all cut his brain in the same way.

He held back his grief and just wanted to hear her say it herself, so he asked with difficulty: "Auntie, your ominous remarks are pure nonsense to Xuanluo. Born with a fate, but not resigned to fate, my aunt has fought against an unfair fate for 500 years, but why did she succumb at the last moment? Or is it the family curse that succumbs to you?"