If she had known that today's words would have caused Qi Feng to have so many obsessions in the future, it would have pushed her to the hopeless abyss. Mu Jincheng will definitely not say it, and will definitely tell her that it is impossible today.

It would be nice if they stayed at the foot of the mountain all the time and knew the difference between the gates! It would be nice to know the difference in status, but you shouldn't stay on Changyang Mountain and receive that kind of education. Think it's possible for anyone.

But those possibilities. In Mu Jincheng's eyes, it's just your love and my wishes, but Qi Feng can't understand it, and he can't understand it all the time.

I didn't even understand until the end, I resented Mu Qingteng, I resented Mu Jincheng, and even resented the entire Changyang Mountain, but so what? After all, it's not your own, and you can't get it. After all, it is all my imagination and longing for many years. It can't be true anymore.

This year is Mu Jincheng's mother as the head mother of the Hou Mansion, and the first year in this Dingguo Hou Mansion. It's not that you have to establish much prestige for yourself. I didn't have this mind, and I knew that I wouldn't be here for long, so even if I rewarded the whole person who couldn't paint. nor did he have much pity for the people of the outer court.

Su Mo didn't care very much, anyway, there were a lot of eyeliner in the outer courtyard. That's how it goes. It's the whole thousand guards. He also received a lot of blessings and favors. Mu Jincheng has always been very generous to his subordinates. Now everything that can be given is given.

The painting on Chinese New Year's Eve is not very lively. There were even fireworks, and in this courtyard, Su Moyi even asked Mu Jincheng if he wanted to light those fireworks with his own hands.

Mu Jincheng paper was draped on the seat, and said to Su Moyi with a smile, "Don't"

So resolute. She doesn't have any hatred for fireworks, and it's not because she's afraid, it's just that Mu Jincheng is different from these women in the world.

She didn't think the fireworks were beautiful. Even for the instant withering after the brilliant bloom, I felt a little sorry.

This blooming life is fleeting. Is a moment as beautiful as a flower really worth sacrificing your whole life?

Does this blooming fireworks look like herself? The fireworks set off by this saint are not like Changyang Mountain? In the end, they will all be gone, everything will be calm, they will not be admired by the world, and they will all be trampled under their feet.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve is in this Dingguo Mansion. Mu Jincheng even felt a little bored. The orange that Mu Tan gave her has always been placed next to the pillow. You can see it every day. Whether it's waking up early or going to bed late, every time you see this orange. There is always an indescribable feeling in my heart.

Mu Tan was too smart, she shouldn't have said something like that. Maybe there are no fools in their Protoss. Why can't she control herself, she has to provoke this, and now she is asking Mu Tan to worry about her day and night on Changyang Mountain, I am afraid that she will not be able to live with peace of mind in this last few days, this is his mistake.

The fireworks in the sky reflect the cold moonlight. In the house, you can hear the lively sounds of the streets, and everyone comes out to watch the fireworks. Only Mu Jincheng's face couldn't see any joy, and at this time, Su Moyi returned to her step by step.

"Come, give your New Year's gift". Fair-skinned and delicate hands. stretched out in front of Mu Jincheng's eyes, to be honest, these hands are the most beautiful hands Mu Jincheng has ever seen.

I know that he can actually use a sword, and I know that he is actually a good skill, but why is there no callus on those hands. Delicate, like a woman raised in a deep boudoir.

When I was in my first life, I was led away by such a pair of hands. It's a pity that there is no more after.

In the palm of his hand, there was a whistle, I don't know what material it was made of, slightly white. There is also a thin rope tied to it.

Originally, I never wanted to accept any gifts from Su Mozhi, but who would send a whistle in the New Year? So special.

Because it was a material she didn't recognize, she wanted to take it and take a look. This is driven by one's own curiosity.

When he took the whistle in Su Moyi's hand, he carefully looked at it in front of him. It's like it's carved out of some kind of bone. Particularly sophisticated.

So I couldn't help but put it to my mouth and blew it. But he could not hear anything. Only then did he bring the whistle to Su Moyi's eyes in surprise and asked, "This is fake."

"It's not fake, it's just that you can't hear it, and some of the voices are not in the world. Those who want to hear it can naturally hear it. ”

As he spoke, he took the whistle and pulled the rope open. It was worn around Mu Jincheng's neck. "You need to keep it. Don't lose it, if you want my help in the future, if I'm not by your side, you can blow this whistle and I can hear it wherever I am. I will definitely try my best to rush to your side to help you. You can disbelieve me in everything, but only this one, you must believe it, I must keep this whistle safe, stay by my side all the time, and don't lose it."

said it so solemnly that he even stuffed the whistle into Mu Jincheng's shirt without hesitation.

was so serious and solemn that it was the first time that Mu Jincheng saw such a Su Moyi. So he couldn't help but smile and said to Su Moyi.

"In the past, my second brother wrote in the ancient books I gave me that in this world, in addition to the god race, there are also demon races. It's like there must be good and bad, opposites. It can't be a monopoly, even though I've lived for many years, I've never seen a trace of the demons, I've never heard of such a thing, and I've only turned one or two out of those ancient classics. But I have also seen what is recorded in those ancient books. It is said that the tail finger on the hand of the demon clan was broken off and carved into the shape of a whistle. Give it to your beloved, so no matter where you are, as long as you blow this whistle, he will come to you at any time. I looked at the whistle, and it was made of a very strange material, as if it was carved from bone. So ......"

As he spoke, he looked at him Su Moyi, and even took a closer look at his left and right hands. But the hands of the Marquis of Dingguo were intact.

Mu Jincheng said it very carefully, and it didn't look like he was joking, because he knew that this world was so big that there would be many strange things. She believes in the existence of demons, and believes in things that they don't know. Believing in hopeless legends. I believe more in the records in those ancient books.

Sometimes people don't believe because they don't see with their own eyes, and they see people only believe what they see with their own eyes, what they see with their own eyes, but they never believe what they think in their hearts.

"What do you think? Isn't it stupid? Read too many books. What demons? Ben Hou had never heard of it. What bone is this whistle made of? Ben Hou didn't know. But it's a family heirloom. It is a voice that only our Su family can hear. You just take it with you, don't worry about it so much. ”