"The girl also likes this Manju Sahua?" At some point, the old man stood beside Qingyun.

"I can't say I like it, it's just." Squatted down slowly, rubbed the petals of the demonic flower, and said quietly: "My mother loved this flower very much when she was alive, and the younger generation also saw things and thought about people." ”

"Before death? The girl is saying that Lingtang has ......"

"My mother and father died one after another when my younger generation was one year old."

"Dead?"

Hearing the pain and excitement in the old man's shocked tone, Qingyun got up and faced him: "Doesn't the old man know his mother and father?" ”

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems that it is only in the blink of an eye, the old man has calmed down his abnormal emotions, and his voice has returned to its usual indifference, but it is full of vicissitudes and bitterness, and there is a faint guilt: "I don't know." It's just that an old man also likes this Manzhu Sahua, and the girl's appearance is somewhat similar to that old man, so there is this question. With that, he turned and left.

Looking at the old man's lonely back, Qingyun frowned slightly, and his eyes were as silent as water.

Although she has never seen the faces of her parents, she heard her father say that she looks seven or eight points similar to her mother, and the old man in the old man's mouth is really her mother? Or is it someone else?

Since that day, the old man has not been seen again.

Three days later, Qingyun and Situ Jingyu left the bamboo hut and returned to the top of the mountain following the map of the secret passage left by the old man.

The scenery on the mountain is still the same, but the body of the man in black has been cut off piece by piece by someone with a sharp weapon, and a pile of white bones is also crawling with all kinds of ugly insects, and the cold mountain wind blows, which makes people feel eerie and terrifying.

The two of them were just about to leave when they suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the edge of the cliff, Situ Jingyu immediately took a few steps back to protect Qingyun, and then held a silver spear in front of her.

When a black figure rushed up from under the cliff, Qingyun and Situ Jingyu were both stunned, and then another big red figure also jumped up from below, and almost fell when they landed, but fortunately, the person's kung fu was not weak, and he stabilized his body after shaking.

Looking at the two of them who were emaciated and embarrassed, exuding a cold aura all over their bodies, Qingyun walked out from behind Situ Jingyu: "Chen Yu, third brother, why are you here?" ”

If the usual Mo Xuan is sometimes hippie and smiling, sometimes calm and evil, then at this moment he is like a sharp sword that has been hidden in the sword box for too long and is eager for blood, the scarlet and ruthless enchanting eyes, and the haze aura of the coming storm make people shudder.

And Sima Rui, who was emaciated, was full of danger, as if he would make the world collapse and crack in an instant.

"Xiyan (Jiu'er)-"

The clear and familiar voice came, and the two of them couldn't help but be shocked, as if they had seen an oasis in the dry desert, and as if a fresh breeze had ushered in on a hot day, so they all looked at the person standing not far away, with a calm face like water.

Sima Rui's expressionless face had undisguised joy, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hug her into his arms, but who knew that Mo Xuan took the lead, and his eyes couldn't help but sink, and a trace of deep anger overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Holding her tightly with his arms, burying his head in her lightly scented hair, feeling her warm breath, Mo Xuan's heart that had been hanging for many days fell, and his voice was hoarse with fear and happiness: "Xiyan, it's great that you're fine!" ”

It seemed that there was no medicinal incense into his nose, and Qingyun was a little at a loss, but he also felt inexplicably at ease, and after he couldn't break free, he was left to him.

Looking at the two people who hugged each other, so harmonious and beautiful, the initial anger on Sima Rui's face left only a gloomy mood.

And Situ Jingyu, who had always stood quietly in place, was stunned.