Leng Silent turned around abruptly, the corners of his mouth twitching. Why did the king still gnaw at the queen?

Regardless of location and environment......

Emperor Zhi squinted, looked at Mu Huachen's surprised gaze, and felt his heart beating.

His heart was beating harder, but it made him feel reassured. Finger inserted... Her hair was clasped around her head, and the kiss deepened.

Until Mu Huachen woke up from his stunned state and pushed him away.

"Bastard!" Her curses sounded especially pleasant to the man's ears.

He hooked his lips slightly, smiled with a wicked smile, wiped the crystal at the corner of his mouth, Mu Huachen's departure, the aura in his body that had just calmed down, began to be restless again.

He looked up slightly.

In the demon mirror, a pair of hands stretched out, the black robe was wide, covering half of the hand, revealing slender and knobular fingers, white as if they had not seen the light of day, and a ring was on the little finger of the right hand, which was engraved with a number - seven.

The hand came straight in the direction of the emperor, the emperor squinted, only to see that the hand grabbed his arm, and with a light tug, the emperor was instantly dragged into front of the entrance of the demon mirror.

On the demonic face, a pair of deep and deep Danfeng eyes stared closely at the woman who was getting smaller.

The man's thin lips moved up and down, spit out a few words, and then entered the demon mirror and disappeared.

At the same time, Leng Lonely's collar was lifted and dragged in by the other hand.

Mu Huachen stood in place, looking at the demon mirror without taking his eyes off, feeling sentimental inexplicably.

Demon Mirror......

[Little minister, I will promise you the world and give you freedom, this demon mirror is my promise to you. 】

Such a sentence echoed in my ears, but it was not real, and it was like a dream.

The aura on his body rushed out of his body, crashed into the vortex in mid-air, swept away for a moment, and then instantly retracted into his body.

"Click-"

A small voice was drowned out in the wind.

The sudden burst of aura made her feel dizzy, staggered on the soles of her feet, and in the next moment, she fell to the side.

In the gradually shrinking demon mirror whirlpool, a tender arm stretched out, white lotus, extremely cute.

The little hand supported Mu Huachen, who was fainting and about to fall to the ground, in time.

The white and tender little hand caressed Mu Huachen's cold face, gently and softly, with indescribable longing.

A young female doll's voice came from overhead: "Mother...... We are waiting for you to be reunited. ”

Mother?

Are you calling her?

The moment before she lost consciousness, the words before the man disappeared clearly sounded in her ears-

[Mu Huachen, remember, I am your husband......]

The mirror vanished, the wind stopped, and the woods were silent except for the severed tree trunks.

In front of the old house in the east of the city.

Mu Huai anxiously waited in the courtyard for Mu Huachen's return, pacing back and forth.

In just the blink of an eye, Mu Huachen fainted on the ground appeared in front of him.

"Chen'er!" Mu Huai hurriedly stepped forward, picked up Mu Huachen, and sent her into the room, Saitama also followed, they followed Mu Huachen to know some simple and necessary medical skills, and knew that Mu Huachen had just fallen asleep, so they were relieved.

Mu Huai's brows were deeply locked, frowning, and he didn't speak, Saitama tucked Mu Huachen's quilt, and then took Mu Huai out of Mu Huachen's room.

"What's wrong?" Saitama looked at Mu Huai, knowing what he had suspicious.

Mu Huai was in a trance for a moment, looked back at Saitama, shook his head, and didn't say the doubt in his heart, but said: "It's okay, mother, you go back to rest first, I am guarding the courtiers at the door, afraid that if the people of the Chang family come to seek revenge again." ”