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Qiao Jinyou stared at Mo Yuxiao, and her pretty face rose slightly:

"What's wrong with me? Frowning your eyebrows will make you feel sad and beautiful, okay?! ”

Hate, hate! She doesn't look good to say that!

She's obviously quite good-looking, pretty and beautiful, okay?

"Yes, yes, sorrow is beautiful, Yoyo is beautiful, she is the most beautiful woman in the world."

There was a doting smile on the corner of Mo Yuxiao's mouth, and her big hand gently rubbed her head.

"Uh-huh! That's right! Alright, let's go. ”

Qiao Jin's chin raised melodiously, and the afterglow touched Su Ziyao who was lying on the stone slab.

The body trembled, and he talked about a corpse and said that it was strange and terrifying.

Mo Yuxiao tapped his chin, hugged Qiao Jinyou's waist, and rushed out from the roof.

They flew all the way to the Divine Pavilion, and they were flying in the air in a night suit, and the summer breeze blew, giving them a feeling of wind and dust, like a fairy couple.

"Lord Wang, what is that Shentang Pavilion for?"

Qiao Jinyou asked curiously, Shentange...... What's that? Why hadn't she heard of it?

"It's a forbidden place, a place where our mother is buried."

Shentange, after the death of his mother, his father was buried there.

It was a forbidden place, a forbidden place where no one was allowed to enter.

Why does Su Ziyao have black charcoal on his nails?

"Mother?"

Qiao Jinyou murmured softly, Mother? This is the second time I have heard it from Mo Yuxiao's mouth.

For the first time, it was about Nangong Dance, Mo Yuxiao said that they had only one mother, and that was his mother concubine!

"Well, the mother, our mother, the only mother."

Mo Yuxiao nodded slightly, and his voice became a little sexy.

The phoenix's eyes showed longing, and the woman named him Xiao'er no longer existed.

Qiao Jinyou seemed to feel the sadness from Mo Yuxiao, stroked his back with his backhand, and said:

"Well, I know, that's our mother, the only mother."

Although she hadn't seen it, although she hadn't felt it, she had experienced it from Mo Yuxiao.

Their mother must have been a good woman, a good mother.

"Yoyo hasn't seen his mother, has he?"

"Yes, yes, I haven't seen it, when will you draw a picture of Concubine Zhang for me?"

She was curious, curious about what their mother was like.

She thought that there must be those soft eyebrows, those doting eyes, that kind face, and that gentle smile.

She thought that she must have that soft figure, beautiful to the extreme, so that she could hear the voice of drowning.

"I'll draw it for you when I'm done with it, okay?"

As soon as Mo Yuxiao's words fell, he landed in front of an attic that looked tall and brilliant.

"Good! Is this the Divine Pavilion? ”

Qiao Jinyou left Mo Yuxiao's embrace, looked at the tall and brilliant attic in front of him, and asked suspiciously.

She wasn't familiar with the ancient font, so she couldn't read the three characters hanging above the attic.

Vaguely, she guessed the last word - 'pavilion'.

"Well, let's go inside."

Mo Yuxiao took her hand, pushed open the door of the Divine Pavilion, and walked in.

When they walked in, the door to the Divine Pavilion closed automatically.

What caught Qiao Jinyou's eye was a large field of fans' flowers, surrounded by a green meadow, stretching all the way to the hall in front of her, and the columns on both sides were carved with pink flowers, flowers whose names could not be named.

In the middle of the hall, a sign was erected, and apples were placed on the table, and incense was rising.