"Mother!" Zhuo Yucheng was suspended in mid-air, holding a pitch-black blade, and the crimson light flashed on it! Swooping down for a moment, the tip of the knife turned around and stabbed directly into the waist and abdomen of the Inhuman!

"Ah!!h

"Qinglian!" Zhuo Yucheng stepped on the back of the Inhuman, and pressed the blade inserted in the waist and abdomen of the Inhuman with his hand, and shouted, signaling Qinglian to help.

The white light flickered, and I saw a green lotus falling in mid-air and slowly falling on the alien. Seeing this, Zhuo Yucheng pulled out the knife body, shook it to the side, and the foul-smelling black blood suddenly faded from the blade.

"Mother. Pacing to Shen Yuewen's side, putting the double knife on his back, looking at Shen Yuewen's broken wrist, his face was full of apologies, and he lowered his head and whispered: "It's the child who is not filial, and the child is late." Seeing her son's sincere gesture of admitting her mistake, Shen Yuewen was relieved, even though the pain in her wrist was unbearable, she also had a shallow smile on her face.

"Yucheng Wu'er, don't blame yourself. The other hand gently stroked Zhuo Yucheng's face, rubbed it carefully, and inadvertently glanced behind Zhuo Yucheng, and saw Xinyao holding a white-clothed doll carved in pink and jade standing silently aside, looking a little surprised. She still thought that the woman in front of her was still Yin Man, and was about to open her mouth to greet her, but she saw Zhuo Yucheng bow her head slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Mother, that's Xinyao." ”

Fortunately, Zhuo Yucheng reminded in time, and Shen Yuewen just took her mouth, but this kid. The white-clothed doll was lying on Xin Yao's shoulder intently, watching the woman named Qinglian cast a spell to suppress the alien, and her focused look reminded her of Zhuo Yucheng's childhood. Shen Yuewen immediately turned her head and whispered to Zhuo Yucheng, "Yucheng, that child, you..."

Shaking his head with a smile, he replied softly, "Mother, you are too worried. This kid has nothing to do with Yucheng. "Well, in terms of blood, it is true that there is no half-connection, but the love he owes to Pu Jia is difficult to repay.

It turned out that it was not Yucheng's child, Shen Yuewen nodded, and somehow, she was a little disappointed in her heart. His eyes darkened slightly, but soon returned to normal. Zhuo Yucheng took his mother's every move in his eyes, and a faint apology flooded in his heart. He knew that his mother had been alone in the Divine Weapons Pavilion for a long time, and that he was indeed lonely and bored, and if he had a son and a half daughter who could accompany her, his mother would surely be very happy. It's a pity that he laughed at himself, not to mention a son and a half daughter, he was now busy looking for a way to bring Yin Man back, and he had no time to take care of anything else, so this thought was just a thought.

"Mother, the injury on your wrist cannot be delayed, and if you miss the moment of healing, it will not be good. Let jade be your good part. As he spoke, he reached out and gently took Shen Yuewen's injured wrist and held it in his hand carefully, for fear that one would accidentally touch Shen Yuewen's injury.

"Lady Pujia, could you please help? Raising his eyes, he motioned for Xin Yao to bring Pujia forward, and asked Pujia respectfully.

"Boy, you owe me so much today. Pu Jia twisted her head, her eyes were still staring in the direction of Qinglian, but the words were said to Zhuo Yucheng. He rolled up his sleeves again, exposed his arms and said, "Do it." ”

"Thank you. With a soft thanks, the blade swung up again, aiming at Pu Jia's delicate arm. Shen Yuewen watched from the sidelines, surprised in her heart, and still maintained an indifferent look on her face. She knew her son had a reason for doing so. What's more, this kid in white is also different from ordinary people.

The black blade licked over, and the slender knife marks appeared on the snow-white skin, dripping down Pujia's arm, and gently placed Shen Yuewen's broken wrist under Pujia's blood-dripping arm, letting the drop of blood-red soak Hao's wrist. After a while, I felt that the pain in my wrist had eased a lot. Shen Yuewen was surprised, tried to move her wrist, and was able to move freely!

"This!" With a look of surprise in his eyes, he turned his head to look at Zhuo Yucheng, wanting to ask what was going on.

"Looks like healed. Let go of the hand holding Shen Yuewen's wrist, hold his breath and concentrate on lifting Nei Yuan, gather at the fingertips, and then cover the blood marks on Pu Jia's hand, scratching slightly along the wound, where the fingertips passed, the blood marks disappeared quietly.

Pu Jia glanced at her arm, put down her sleeves, turned around and lay on Xin Yao's shoulder again, and put her heart on Qinglian.

"Don't worry, Lord Pujia, Miss Qinglian will be fine. Zhuo Yucheng patted the back of Shen Yuewen's hand, shook his head at her slightly, and the spiritual consciousness transmission was activated, and Shen Yuewen only heard Zhuo Yucheng's voice ringing in her ears.

Mother, Yucheng knows that you have doubts that you want to answer, but now is not the time to explain, when the stranger thing has subsided, Yucheng will find a time to answer the doubts in your heart one by one. Since her sons said so, Shen Yuewen was not an ignorant person, so she nodded unconsciously with the curiosity in her heart.

Over there, the stranger's howling continued, but the volume gradually weakened, and after about half a cup of tea, the night returned to calm, only to see that the stranger gradually stopped struggling, lying on all fours on the ground, quietly falling asleep. The blue qi gradually dissipated, and Qinglian also accepted the move, slowly falling from the air. Her feet just touched the ground, and her body shook from overexertion, and when she saw this, she immediately kicked her legs, shouting to break free from Xin Yao's arms.

Xin Yao was helpless, so she had to squat down and put Pu Jia down. As soon as he let go, he saw the wind at the feet of Pu Jia, and ran straight towards Qinglian.

"Lady!" Pu Jia's speed was extremely fast, and she came to Qinglian's side in the blink of an eye, stretched out a pair of small hands, and supported Qinglian's body, a pure essence power suddenly poured into Qinglian's body, and Qinglian, who still felt that she had little energy left, suddenly had a clear mind and recovered a lot of strength.

"Lady, do you feel better?" Pu Jia raised her head and looked at Qinglian with a worried expression, and then felt a lightness on her body, and when she looked up again, she saw that Qinglian's face was only two fingers away from her. The red lips are lightly imprinted on the small lips of the pampoujia. Bang! I saw a burst of white fog open, and the two of them were in the thick fog, and no one could see the scene in the fog.

Hearing Pu Jia call Qinglian like this, Shen Yuewen's eyes widened even more, this child actually called a young woman Niangzi? What kind of people did she befriend?

Feeling Shen Yuewen's gaze that could not be ignored on him, Zhuo Yucheng put half a fist in front of his lips, and coughed: "Ahem, mother, my son will definitely explain it to you at that time." According to this situation, there are really a lot of things to explain to Shen Yuewen at that time.

"Then I'd really like to listen to what kind of twists and turns are here. Squinting her eyes slightly, Shen Yuewen cast an extremely suspicious look at her son.

"Ah, what a beautiful man!"

"Where is this sacred, and how did it come to be?"

"Huh, where's that little doll?"

There was a sudden agitation around, only to hear the attendants around to speak one after another, and for a while, the Divine Weapon Pavilion, which was still the Shura battlefield, became very lively.

Xin Yao's eyes stared straight ahead, and without looking back, she reached out and pulled Zhuo Yucheng's shirt fiercely, pointing in the direction of Qinglian with one hand. Zhuo Yucheng looked back and saw her appearance, and couldn't help but be a little funny, what did this girl see, with an obsessed look. Looking in the direction of her finger, I saw that the smoke around Qinglian gradually dissipated, and in the smoke, a long male figure gradually appeared in front of everyone. With long snow-white hair and an incomparably handsome face, he lowered his head and closed his eyes to meet Qinglian's lips, and tightly wrapped one hand around Qinglian's waist, locking her firmly in his arms.

He remembered that Fang Cai Qinglian was holding Pujia in his hand, and when he looked around, he didn't see Pujia's small white figure, Zhuo Yucheng looked at the man, and the surprise in his heart was no less than that of everyone present.

After a long time, the pair of beautiful people who hugged and kissed reluctantly left each other, looking at each other, only to see Qinglian's beautiful face smiling slightly, and the corners of her eyes flashed with crystals, as if tears were slipping down. The man looked at her with pampering eyes, his slender fingers gently swiped the corners of Qinglian's eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "Silly Qinglian, what are you crying about?

The voice was low, slightly cold, but the words were so familiar that Qinglian was moved. She threw herself into the man's arms, put her hands tightly on his back, buried her whole face in his chest, and choked up, "I'm happy." I finally met you, husband. ”

"Lady Pujia. From the conversation between the two, Zhuo Yucheng was extremely sure that the white-haired man in front of him was undoubtedly Pu Jia. It's just that his inner pill hasn't been used by him for a long time, and if it weren't for a few years of cultivation, he would definitely not be able to recover his original body in such a short period of time. Could it be... Thinking back to the state of Pu Jia, and looking at Qinglian again, Zhuo Yucheng seemed to have understood something, and his heart was as clear as a mirror at the moment.

"Is that what Pujia really looks like?" Xin Yao looked at Pujia's current appearance in a daze, only to feel incredible. I didn't expect such a small glutinous doll to be so handsome and elegant in its real posture.

"Ahem, two, although Yucheng knows that it is rare for your husband and wife to reunite like this, but the current situation..."Seeing that Qinglian and Pujia hugged each other tightly, immersed in the joy of reunion, it seemed that they were ignoring the current situation, Zhuo Yucheng had to step forward and interrupt the warm reunion of the two in a big way.

Pu Jia raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Yucheng: "Boy, it's really your ability to spoil the scenery like this." Looking at the surrounding scenes, Pu Jia knew that what Zhuo Yucheng said was correct, but it was precisely because it was correct that he was even more displeased. The strength in his hand was not loosened at all, and he still hugged Qinglian tightly, tilting his head to the other side, not wanting to pay attention to Zhuo Yucheng anymore.

After Qinglian heard Zhuo Yucheng's reminder, she slowly raised her head from Pu Jia's arms, gently patted her hand on Pu Jia's back, and persuaded each other softly: "Husband, Shenwu Jun is right, now is not the best time for us to reunite, after the matter here is understood, it will not be too late for us to reunite, okay?"

Since Qinglian opened her mouth to persuade her, Pu Jia naturally listened to her daughter-in-law, and immediately let go of her hand, but she still wrapped Qinglian in her arms with both arms, looked at Qinglian with her eyes, and said tenderly: "Okay, I'll listen to Qinglian." ”

Zhuo Yucheng watched from the sidelines, only to feel that his teeth were a little sore. secretly scolded Pu Jia, and there was still a kind smile on his face.