The snow drifted tighter and tighter, and the ground was covered with a vast layer of white.

Rong Nianzhen looked at the moon overhead, which was completely covered by clouds, "Okay, you go back, I'm ready to go." ”

"I wish my grandfather all the best on this trip." Rong Yan said respectfully.

Naturally, he had already seen it.

My grandfather, who has always been very decisive, has actually been hesitating for some reason.

…… He didn't seem to want to go to Qingjing Mountain, so he kept postponing his departure. Even in the snowy night, I talked to him for so long.

However, what should come will still come.

No matter what made him hesitate, the helmsman of the Rong family would always only make the decision that was most beneficial to the Rong family.

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It's getting dark.

I don't know why, Elder Song of Qingjing Mountain slept very unsteadily this night.

He's been sleeping well since the Great Witch returned, and it's been a long time since he's been like tonight...... Although he didn't remember what he dreamed of, the dream was full of blood and fire, which made him feel very bad when he woke up.

Elder Song walked alone in the temple on crutches and in the cold morning breeze.

The season has entered winter, and the dawn of Qingjing Mountain is also very chilly. The little boys who were cleaning the courtyard had not yet gotten up.

With the sound of the pounding crutches, Elder Song walked towards the main hall of the Witch God Temple. He was restless, and he needed to put a stick of incense in front of the witch god Niangniang in order to be soothed.

The sky was dark, and there was still some time before dawn. Red lanterns hang beneath the shrine, swaying slightly with the night breeze.

The candles in the temple that were not extinguished all night shrouded the entire temple in a warm halo, silently melting the cold and silent night.

Elder Song stood outside the temple, raised his eyes and looked inside, and was suddenly stunned.

Dressed in a white robe, holy as an immortal.

The man stood in the midst of the sea of candles in the temple, like an incarnated deity, with a bright halo emanating from his body.

It's just that this saint seems to have something on his mind, he stood in front of the statue of the witch god Niangniang, staring at Niangniang's face, quietly in a daze.

Elder Song stepped into the temple, a little nervous. I don't know if I should break the silence in the temple.

"Huh, Elder Song? Why do you get up so early on such a cold day? A voice came from the center of the temple.

Only then did Elder Song discover that there were still two people sitting on the futon in front of the statue of the witch god Niangniang.

Two young people.

A slightly older young man, holding his cheeks, looked at him boredly. Another young teenager, with his head hanging and headphones on, was playing a game.

The person who talked to him was Mu Ye, the young man with his cheeks.

It is said that the two big living people will not be ignored, but the demeanor of the white god is too outstanding, and the face is too dazzling, so that everyone else is set off as a background board.

Even if these two people are the bloodline heirs of the Mu family, it is the same.

Elder Song coughed lightly, "Why are you here too?" ”

On the futon, Mu Ye looked at him twice and asked, "Elder Song, you can't sleep either?" ”

Elder Song was stunned, "What? Can't you all sleep? ”

"yes...... It's like I'm going to die, I'm almost sleepy, but I can't sleep, and I want to come to sit here for some reason. The bearded young man scratched at his messy hair, and there were two patches of blue and black under his eyes, and he looked sluggish and sleepless.

The teenager playing the game raised his head and was expressionless, "Me too." ”