Jun Mo held on to the ground, leaning on a mountain rock, the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile that seemed to be nothing, he had been "intersecting" with the old ghost for more than 3,000 years, and he had never seen him so out of shape.

"Uh......"

A faint sound came, blown away by the evening breeze.

King Bian Cheng's pupils shrank, and he tightly took Chang Yue into his arms, wanting to hold Xiaoyu as if he wanted to stuff her into his body, and never worry about accidental separation, which would cause heaven and man to be separated forever.

"Don't be afraid, there is this king." King Bian Cheng closed his eyes and hugged Chang Yue tightly.

Chang Yue opened his eyes weakly, and soon closed them again, his chest was warm and powerful, his arms were like the sky, carrying his dying dreams, if she held her like this for the rest of her life, she would die without regrets.

At this moment, the sound of brushing footsteps, mixed with the sound of horses' hooves galloping, got closer and closer, and a horse neighed in the sky, and the two rows of guards with no end in sight were on either side.

A red-brown horse, like a white horse, rushed over, approaching the distance of less than ten zhang from the king of Bian Cheng, the reins were pulled, and the horse neighed in the sky.

The man sat in a dragon robe, his crotch was on horseback, and the soldiers knelt on the ground and shouted: "Welcome Princess Changyue to ......"

Chang Yue slowly left the arm of King Bian Cheng, looking at the imperial brother with hazy tears, he hadn't seen him for many years, he had changed so much, he was eight feet tall, his face was white and beardless, his Danfeng eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his eyebrows were like swords, and a king's demeanor concealed his true age.

King Bian Cheng and Jun Mo were shocked at the same time, but they couldn't see it when they were young, this person actually looked like Luo Qingyi, and the two of them had the same result in their hearts, this is Luo Qingyi's descendant, and if the Wheel King did not disappoint King Bian Cheng, he actually threw him into the monarch's order.

Min Qing slowly raised his steps, stretched out his hands, and walked towards Chang Yue step by step: "Sister, let's go home." ”

"Brother......

Chang Yue pounced, tears like a flood bursting the embankment, this simple sister, we went home, as if they had never been separated, but lost by themselves, and my brother was just here to find a lost sister.

"Welcome Princess Changyue back to the court, Princess Changyue Chitose, Chitose, Chitose, Chitose......"

With a deafening sound of welcoming the car, Chang Yue reluctantly stepped into the sedan car that had been prepared in advance.

Before getting on the sedan chair, Chang Yue looked back silently, in the Peach Blossom Valley, she felt that her body was pulled by a strong thunderbolt, as if a part of her body was sucked into the painting shaft.

Chang Yue is smart and spiritual, at this moment, she can hardly feel the big sister in her body, no matter how she looks, she can't find a trace of the girl called Bai Yu.

She was hesitating, she didn't know whether to tell Uncle Bian that that sister was no longer with her, if she told him, would he never hold her again? Will you never protect her again?

"Uncle, it's not what it used to be, but I promised in the past that I would never regret it for the rest of my life, and the door of Dongchang Kingdom will always be open for you."

Min Qing said lightly in the same tone as before.

"There are some things that I must let you know."

"Then please ...... Jinggong"

Min table stretched out his hand, for this person, he can lower his worth, he can call him an uncle as in the past, if it weren't for him, his sister is likely to have died that night many years ago, he is not a simple uncle, he was too young back then, he never seriously figured out all the things about this uncle, he hid with Dongchangguo alone, neither did business, nor did not do some reluctant things, looking back at this moment, he had almost no reason to promise himself back then, save his sister, unless, his sister has some kind of relationship with him.

"This must be my uncle's friend, someone is coming, and the sedan chair ......"

Min Qing glanced back at the half-dead Jun Mo and raised his hand to greet him.

King Bian Cheng and Min Qing started side by side, one step ahead, two big men came to Jun Mo, about to lift him up, the two big men frowned, raised their hands, and two big men, four people, drove Jun Mo up, threw it into the sedan chair, the sedan sedan shook a few times, trembling and trembling in unison.

"What kind of material is this? Why is it so heavy? ”

The four big men shook their aching arms.

Jun Mo leaned on the soft seat in the sedan chair, the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile, curled up on one knee, his hand, as if there was nothing on his knee, unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he returned to Dongchang, I don't know if Junxian has been used to living in Xiaoyao Lou over the years.

Suddenly remembered something, Jun Mo took out the painting scroll from his arms, the painting scroll opened little by little, and a strong sense of coercion hit, with the glass cup hanging in the sedan chair, Jun Mo forcibly suppressed the suction, sweat overflowed on his forehead, and carefully studied this picture scroll.

"Damn ......" Junmo was helpless, could he really be a demon? Or is it because of the magic elixir on the body? This magic weapon actually had an effect on him, too.

Suddenly, his face was distorted, and the sweat of the bean was flowing down his cheeks, Jun Mo closed the scroll, raised his head and panted, there was only a portrait of the King of Jizo left on this painting, and there seemed to be something missing underneath, huh? No, there is a soul in it, if he is not mistaken, it should be Xiaoyu's soul.

"......"

Jun Mo was angry, Fang just glanced at it, he didn't see it clearly at all, and now when he opened it again, there was no extra mana, Jun Mo gritted his teeth.

In addition to Xiaoyu's soul, Jun Mo felt that the most suspicious thing was his feelings, he always felt that this painting was too simple, except for the portrait of the King of Jizo Bodhisattva, there was too much blank space.

Although he doesn't know calligraphy and painting, he still has a little insight into this sensory art blank.

It seems that something is missing, and he feels that he has seen this painting somewhere, in his impression, the painting scrolls he has seen are all ordinary folk paintings, and he has never painted any paintings with a pen, but this painting makes him feel so familiar, as if he has painted it himself.

"Damn, where the hell have you seen it?"

Jun Mo stared at the painting scroll, the painting scroll was quaint and yellowed, obviously, it was a little old, but because of this, it added a lot of mystery, which made Jun Mo feel that it was a mystery, the more like this, the more strange he felt, the more he wanted to find out.

The sedan chair swayed, making a creaking sound, Jun Mo didn't dare to move, for fear that the sedan chair would look gorgeous, what if one was not careful and fell apart.

It's not as strong as Xiaoyu's strength, thinking of this, the picture of memories appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked up a heartfelt smile, evil eyes, for the first time, gentle as water, watching the fragments of memories flash in front of him, like looking through autumn water, suddenly, the gentle smile changed.

With a hint of playfulness and helplessness, he shook his head slowly, he didn't know when this woman broke into his heart, and he didn't know when, she took root, like a seed of love, from germination to growth, he didn't know, but relied on his blood and life as nourishment.