Hua Chen was a little surprised that Murong Xue had already found five pieces.

After all, at that time, it was suddenly flying towards the attempt to burst, and it was difficult to find the reason for its own small size, and the whole Netherworld was turned over back then, but he couldn't find the second piece.

This thing still depends on the owner's search to be useful.

"I've already said what to say, it's up to you what to do."

My aunt is gone, and he doesn't want to pay attention to Murong Xuetian anymore.

Maybe the aunt is not dead, he wants to go to her. And the Flower Clan also sent someone to bring him back.

On Murong Xuanzong's side, he still has to go to Fenzhou to deal with some things first.

Therefore, he was also weak, so he could only follow his brother to Finland first, and then go back together to consolidate the position of the Hua family.

Huachen got up, left the stone, and prepared to leave.

Murong Xue stopped him.

"Did you go to Xuanchen Palace on the day of the Flower God Festival?"

Huachen replied no, and then walked away without looking back.

Murong Xuetian held the merged fragment tightly, it was not a complete fragment, and she couldn't fuse it first.

You have to wait until the pieces are gathered before you can put it in the bracelet.

She asked Huachen just now because she suspected that he was the one who wrote to her that day.

But it turned out that it was not.

Murong Xue sat down, taking in the surrounding scenery, but had no intention of appreciating it.

Only she knew that the person who wrote to her in Xuanchen Palace that day was familiar to her and someone who knew her.

But who is this man? Where to hide?

The man is in the dark, and she's in the light. There was a feeling of being manipulated, which made him faintly uncomfortable and powerless.

"He must have known that I would definitely go, so he deliberately led me to those two letters."

Lying down slowly, the big stone did not rest, and it was just right for the width of her body.

With his hands behind his head, the sky is blue and white, which is very comfortable.

"I tried my best to make me mistakenly think that my grandfather was really going to rebel" and squinted, "You don't want me to continue the investigation and take revenge!" ”

Instead, he put one hand behind his head and bent the other elbow, spreading his fingers wide in front of him.

But the sunlight still shines through the fingers, which is particularly dazzling.

"My mother should be the person you sent, right?"

"But why did you stop me, why didn't you come out and recognize me?"

Although modern souls have not seen Lan Ningmeng, the queen mother who has both virtue and virtue in her memory loves her very much.

Since he was not dead, why did he not tell her for those seven years, but only sent those two letters to her seven years later when she really wanted revenge.

"Master, why are you here?" Riding the wind came and blocked a large area of the sun.

The dark shadow shone on Murong Xuetian's face, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"All taken care of?"

Ling Feng came over complaining, blocking the sunlight on the other side of Murong Xue's tilt.

"Can we come over if we don't take care of it?" With a look of remorse, he clapped his hands and said in disgust.

It was overcast, and there was no sunlight shining on her.

Rub it and sit up, "Do you want to bask in the sun together and go to get rid of the bad luck on your body?" ”

Chengfeng excitedly patted the dirt on his body, jumped on another rock and sat down.

Moving corpses early in the morning, then digging pits and burying pits, back and forth I don't know how many times.

Just now, I was dragging my hungry and tired body, and I walked in the palace for most of the day before I found the master.

But he was tired to death.

Ling Feng was a little farther away from the two masters and servants, and sure enough, what kind of master has what kind of subordinates.

has no image and no cultivation, but he forgot that now he and Murong Xuetian have a one-year appointment.

In some ways, he also belongs to Murong Xuetian's subordinates.

"It's remote and desolate, and there's a lot of smell, and you two have really unique hobbies."

From the moment he stepped into this desolate courtyard, he smelled a large musty smell, mixed with the smell of various weeds.

The smell is dead.

But in a sense, he is still very envious of Chengfeng, and his master treats him so well.

How could an ordinary master talk to his subordinates so calmly, and let his subordinates bask in the sun together.

But what he didn't know was that if it was Murong Xuetian before, it would definitely be a cold and cold person who everyone should not enter.

"You're an assassin and you care about the environment? You are an extraordinary assassin. "She's in a good mood, and she doesn't bother with him.