"Yun'er, this letter, after you read it, remember to burn it, it's useless to keep the things on the letter, burn it."

"Forget the existence of your mother, as if you have never appeared in your life."

The beauty of the beautiful woman is not human

The most regrettable thing in life is that I easily gave up what I shouldn't give up and stubbornly insisted on what I shouldn't have.

"It's so good to have a mother, it feels like this, some people think about themselves, and some people arrange a way back for themselves."

Mu Yunfeng smiled, didn't speak, and then burned the letter with his spiritual power, and after a while, a burst of smoke appeared, and the letter disappeared, but the person in the letter was still in her heart, at least, and it couldn't be dispersed for a long time.

Lingxi is a book that records his own vines, first take a look at this book, see what the record of the vines is in this book, there is no way to understand the vines in the previous life, the knowledge about the vines, the people who know are no longer there, even those books have been emptied and burned, there is nothing, and you can only rely on your own imagination to fill these blanks.

Two hours later.

Mu Yunfeng stretched his waist and then stood up and closed the book, in fact, there is not much difference between this book and not, they can't see the words in this book, they can only see one blank after another, nothing, which is equivalent to a wordless heavenly book.

About the vines, she learned about the general situation, the vines can not be used often, because the owner of the vine will be eaten back, the vine is a hoodoo but also a symbol of auspiciousness, the key to these decisions is how to use the vine, the heart of the vine owner.

Born from the heart.

Things turn as they wish.

The vines can absorb the spiritual power and convert their own spiritual power, but there is a certain risk at this point, and their spiritual power will also be sucked away by the vines if they are not careful.

On the one hand, the spiritual power absorbed by the vines can make the vines grow, and on the other hand, it can also be converted into their own spiritual power for their own use.

The former is an innate ability, and the latter is an ability that carries a certain amount of risk.

There is a similarity between vines and wood spiritual power, there is a relationship between the two, maybe their origin is the same, but later there was a mutation, and it became like this.

Mu Yun raised his head and looked, and found that it was already dusk, it turned out that it had been so long, put away the books, sandwiched all the books between his arms, and brushed his sleeves away to see how the situation was in Wuxi, and reassured that the place would be okay.

There is also Mukong, Mukong seems to have disappeared in the past few days, and he can't see anyone at all, he went to Mufu to investigate, but he didn't go back, and he didn't hear the wind in the past few days.

Mu Yunfeng walked in the cold wind, her thoughts were full of thoughts, she didn't know where she was floating at the moment, she walked carelessly in the falling leaves, walking very slowly, walking a few steps and looking back, obviously there was nothing behind, but she couldn't help but want to see if there was anything.

"It's not that I'm not tired, it's not that I don't want to rest, I just want to wait, as for what I'm waiting for, I don't know if there is something arranged in the dark, but it seems that nothing has happened." Mu Yunfeng muttered to himself, smiled calmly, and took down the fallen leaves in his hand, instead of hugging his head and crying, it was better to force a smile and smile, at least he could be decent.

The wind blows through the air of fallen leaves, the tired sadness, and the fairy tale in memory has slowly melted.