Qingyu Town, on the street.

The bustling crowd is still there, but all the crowds deliberately bypass one of the streets, which is very strange.

On that section of the street, there was a corpse lying down, and three piles of ice slag not far away, the ice slag gradually melted under the sunlight, and the melting speed was extremely slow, but the melted part was very hideous and terrifying, it was actually pieces of flesh and bones, liver, spleen and lungs, etc., and the liquid after melting was also bright red, and the scene was very weird.

At this time, Gong Moyi and others were already on the steep mountain road home. This time, no one was carrying anything, and it was very easy to get on the road. It's just that there are two more people in the team back to the village: Tian Xiuhua, a middle-aged woman, and his son Lin Yun, that is, the mother and son rescued by Gong Moyi.

Although I didn't carry anything, I didn't go anywhere in a hurry, and I still stopped and went.

As for why......

"I'm so tired, let's take a rest, everyone......" Mu Yan's little face flushed, and he sat on a rock, his cherry mouth opened and closed, his breathing was extremely rapid, his small chest rose and fell violently, and his orange eyes stared at the ground.

Everyone was so surprised that they found a place to sit down and began to chat, as for what to talk about......

"Qingyun boy, your daughter is really amazing! Even the eldest young master of the Zhou family was killed......"

"Uh...... This, my Xiaoyi is really powerful..."

However, Gong Moyi began to take a nap on a messy stone and began to recover the soul power he had lost in Qingyu Town before.

Just after the trip, a feeling of sleepiness hit, but after a while, I fell asleep......

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In a haze, it seems that he has returned to his previous life, to the family at the end of the palace in his previous life.

Failed again......

Wrapped in a long white dress, her long black hair was draped over her chest and back like a waterfall, and the woman sat silently on the futon in a secret room, which was almost isolated from the outside world, and her spiritual power was like mist, floating in the air.

The woman shook the butterfly's eyelashes and slowly opened a pair of dark and shiny eyes.

The beautiful face is like a fairy, but at this moment it reveals a trace of bitterness.

She has already attacked many times, and she has consumed a lot of resources in the family, and those elders in the family have already had a lot of voices, not only she is under tremendous pressure, but also his father, the head of the family at the end of the palace.

Her pretty face was full of mourning, her jade feet lightly touched the stone floor of the secret room, slowly stood up from the top of the bunch, moved lightly, slowly walked to one wall, and made a spell on one of the points.

The wall, which originally looked tightly sealed, suddenly cracked open a rectangular portal because of a spell that the woman had just punched.

The woman was not surprised, she had been in and out of here many times. This place is a place used by the children of the family to impact the bottleneck, and it is not something that can be entered by any person, and the secret room is also divided into levels, and the one she enters, the level is obviously not low.

The woman's spirit was very sluggish, her eyelids were also half-drooping, and she walked into the portal that appeared, and there were two iron-armored guards outside the portal.

The woman didn't look up at the two guards, but just raised her hand and waved it casually at the two guards, and then walked out with vague steps, her delicate back was very lonely. The two ironclad guards looked at each other, then shook their heads in exclamation.

Unconsciously walked to his own courtyard, there were also two gold-armored guards in front of the courtyard gate, the woman returned, and bowed to the woman is salute, the woman still lightly raised her hand and waved, indicating a response, and then the lotus step was vain, and she entered her own courtyard in despair.

In the small courtyard, the flowers and birds are singing, the green and green, the rockery and flowing water, and the red pavilion, although the scenery is excellent, the woman has no intention of appreciating it, and walks directly to the palace where she lives.

A deep man's voice sounded in the courtyard, stopping the woman who wanted to go directly to her bedroom.

The woman paused lightly when she heard the voice, raised her beautiful face, her empty eyes flowed, and finally there was a little color, and she looked in the direction where the voice came.

In the red square pavilion, on the stone table and stone chair, sat a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious black, the middle-aged man had gray hair on both sides, his face was handsome, and his aura was magnificent.

At this moment, the middle-aged man looked at the woman with a worried face.

The woman recognized this richly dressed middle-aged man with an extraordinary temperament at a glance, her hollow pupils were filled with a layer of moisture, the butterfly eyelashes suddenly fanned, and two lines of tears slipped down her fair face.

Zhu's lips rose slightly, revealing her white back teeth, and a voice came out of her throat: "Father!"

Seeing the woman's pear blossom and rainy face, the middle-aged man was also very helpless, stood up from the stone chair in the pavilion, and slowly walked to the woman, it was not the first time that his daughter had cried like this,

If she is not comforted, her daughter may live a decadent life every day, not cultivating, only eating and drinking, sleeping and sleeping, sleeping and eating, nesting on her own collapse every day, sleeping in a wasted old place, and vicissitudes of life.

The middle-aged man sighed leisurely, his eyes were gentle, and there was also a hint of pampering: "Yi'er, I failed this time, next time I will hit again, there will always be a time when you will succeed, don't be discouraged!"

The middle-aged man doesn't know how many times he has said this to his daughter, and her daughter will cheer up every time.

But this time, the woman heard this, but she didn't mention the slightest spirit, her eyes were dull, tears were still flowing from the corners of her eyes, and a pleasant and crisp voice like a silver bell sounded: "Father, my daughter doesn't want to cultivate anymore, my daughter will only waste the family's resources like this, and my daughter will make trouble for my father again and again, and my daughter feels very sorry not to ......."

When the middle-aged man heard the woman say this, he also sighed secretly in his heart, but on the surface, he was full of care, his tone was gentle, and there was a charm that melted people's hearts: "Yi'er, don't say anything, if you give up, all your previous efforts will be in vain."

"But......" The woman wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the middle-aged man.

"Don't be, Yi'er, I believe in you!" The middle-aged man's eyes were full of encouragement, and he raised a big hand and put it on the woman's weak and boneless shoulder, and patted it.

I felt the warmth of my father's big hand, and heard my father say "I believe in you!" ”

A force grew in the bottom of my heart again, replaced by a smiling face that bloomed like a flower, and nodded heavily: "Father, daughter will definitely work hard and succeed!"

Seeing that his daughter recovered, a smile of relief bloomed on the handsome face of the middle-aged man.

It's just that the smile is getting more and more blurred, and the "click" finally shatters like a piece of glass.

"Don't!" At the end of the palace, he sat up suddenly, feeling as if something was slipping off his body, and rubbed his sleepy eyes before he could see the environment he was in now.

He had already returned to his home and slept on his bed, but what had slipped off his body was his own quilt.

Hearing her daughter's exclamation, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, but before anyone arrived, she heard two voices, a man and a woman: "Xiaoyi, what's wrong?"

After a while, a man with dark skin and a scar on his face and a woman dressed in plain clothes and beautiful faces entered Gong Suyi's room one after another, their faces full of worry.

In addition to Gong Moyi's parents, there is also a middle-aged woman and a five-year-old boy with a beautiful face, they are Tian Xiuhua and her son Lin Yun who Gong Moyi rescued from Qingyu Town.

Everyone looked at the little person on the bed with concern on their faces.

Seeing that everyone was coming, Gong Mo Yi also came back to his senses from the dream mirror just now, looking at his father Gong Mo Qingyu, and his mother Han Yayi, and also at Tian Xiuhua and Lin Yun, a smile slowly bloomed on his immature little face, and he comforted: "Don't worry, everyone, I just had a nightmare."

When everyone heard Gong Moyi say this, they were all relieved, just now Gong Moyi said "don't", but they were so scared that they couldn't figure it out, and they thought that Gong Moyi was in some danger.