Is it my brother Mofeng's storage bag?

Mo frowned tightly, but his eyes widened, looking incredulous and puzzled. She blinked a few times, and then looked at the little girl's storage bag—

It's still a moiré mark!

There is also a corner of the Sancai mark, which has also been exposed to Mo in front of his eyes with the movements of the little girl.

What's going on?!

How could a brother give something as important as a storage bag to someone else?

What's more, if you have a spiritual power mark, unless you unlock the spiritual power, others can't even touch it, let alone tie it to your body like this.

Yes, right?

Mo muttered, such a big bag, not used for it, does it look good, hanging on the waist as a purse for decoration?

She suddenly wanted to call the little girl back.

But at this moment, someone passed by and went straight to the mourning hall, and Mo had to suppress his curiosity and doubts, and continued to squat in the dark waiting for news.

However, the footsteps that had just passed by......

It's a woman again.

Don't leave Yin to find Fu Zimo for a private meeting, right? If the little girl from the southern continent hears it, Yin Yang Valley will lose the adult.

Just as he was hesitating to recall Liluo, he heard a woman who rushed to shout:

"Release!"

is the stepmother of Sister Liluo, He Yuniang.

"Mother......

A soft and glutinous voice came from the mourning hall.

Mo put his mind down and continued to stare.

……

It has rained in the past few days, and the climate in the Yin and Yang Valley is abnormal.

It was autumn, and after a few rains, the weather suddenly became cooler, which is a rare bad weather in the warm and warm Yin Yang Valley where the four seasons are like the spring equinox.

He Yuniang was worried about kicking the quilt in the middle of the night, so she had to get up twice a night to go to the house to take a look. Today, because there are too many things, I fell asleep for a while, and by the time I woke up, it was already over.

Although the sky is about to dawn and it is too late to cover the quilt, how can a mother care about this?

He Yuniang still went to see the release.

Pushing open the door, I didn't hear the sound of my son turning over, He Yuniang was still awake at the time, and this time she didn't make a noise.

As a result, when she arrived at the bedside, she found that the quilt was piled up in a mess on the bed, and He Yuniang was a little worried. Reach out in the dark - the son is gone?

He Yuniang was so anxious that she couldn't do it, but it was not good to run out directly, after all, there were a lot of outsiders in Chengtian Mountain and Yin Yang Valley today, so she could only go back and put on her clothes first, and then come out to find someone.

Fortunately, it has been unusual recently, there are many night patrols and night guards, He Yuniang inquired a few words, and knew that Lifang had secretly run to the mourning hall.

Inside the mourning hall.

Lifang stood on the side of the coffin, pitifully holding the coffin and sobbing.

He Yuniang ran in and pulled him away.

Seeing her son like this, she was really angry and distressed.

"You're so disobedient! Wear so little and run out! He Yuniang was so angry that she couldn't hold back in the end, and slapped Lifang's back fiercely, "What are you doing here?" Didn't you come? ”

"I want to see my sister'......"

The sound of detachment is soft.

Just like most five-year-olds, they are just gentle and detached from childhood, and their voices are sweeter and more glutinous than those of ordinary children.

"What to see, what to see!" He Yuniang scolded angrily, and pulled her son to leave.

"Mrs. He, it's a little inappropriate for you to say this, right?" A man's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of anger in his indifference, which startled He Yuniang.