…… I see.

Mu Tian breathed a deep sigh of relief, and immediately looked angry, "Mu Sensen, do you want to be so naïve!" ”

"It's so naïve and can scare you, aren't you an idiot!" Mu Ye glanced at him coldly, and swept Mu Tian's anger into his stomach.

Okay, I'll settle the score with the two of you when we get out!

After a small episode, I only feel that this cold pavilion seems to have regained some popularity.

Rong Yan nodded, "It's coming, it's in the apse." ”

Bypassing the stone sculpture of the nine-tailed fox, we arrived at the apse.

The place was empty and quiet, shrouded in darkness even colder than the antechamber.

There were no furnishings in the hall, and a few oil lamps burned in the empty darkness, illuminating more than a dozen people sitting on futons.

Some people close their eyes and recuperate, some people are in a daze, some people are expressionless, and some people are bored.

This attic is cold and simple, except for the statue of the god in the front hall, there is no cover, and the laughter of a few people in front should have come in.

But the stagnant atmosphere here is blended with the darkness, like a dead lake, without any ripples at all.

Everyone breathed a screen, and involuntarily restrained the frivolity on their bodies.

…… Such a powerful aura, what kind of people are these?

As soon as Mu Sensen entered the apse, he immediately felt a sharp gaze fall on her face.

She looked back without fear.

It was an old man on the main throne, with white hair and wrinkled face, and a pair of sharp eyes as bright as an eagle falcon, and he couldn't tell his age.

That face gradually merged with the face she remembered......

Mu Sensen was in a trance for a moment.

Time flies, seventy years, just whistling in front of me.

The last time I saw him, it was like yesterday, he was still a sunny and handsome young man, and the light in his eyes when he smiled could melt the ice and snow of the Tianshan Mountains.

She used to be fascinated by the light of those eyes, and she used to wish to see that smile every day, and now that she thinks about it, it should be a favorite emotion.

"Come here." Gong Baoxiang's voice sounded in his ears. The warm hand grasped her hand and led her to a certain position in the temple and sat down on her knees.

Mu Sensen lowered his eyes and corrected his mood.

Her heart was pounding, not knowing whether to rejoice or grief.

"These children are the only remaining bloodline of the Mu family." The old man on the throne said, his voice old, but full of energy.

"Who are the descendants?"

Under the dim oil lamp, an old face looked at them, an old man who could not even speak, and whose eyes were buried deep in his eyelids.

Rong Yan responded respectfully: "Old Chu, the descendants are the next three, Mu Ye, Mu Tian, and Mu Sensen. ”

said that it was three, but in an instant, almost all eyes were focused on Mu Sensen.

In the past 70 years, the only girl in the Mu family who has survived the age of eighteen.

Mu Sensen's mood had calmed down, and he looked up at them.

The first patriarch of the Rong family to sit in the futon, her former fiancé seventy years ago, Rong Nianzhen.

Rong Nianzhen sat in two rows, with seven or eight people on each side, and at the end sat the three Mu Sensen brothers and sisters.

Mu Zhixia sat on Mu Sensen's left hand side, side by side with Rong Yan, and was the tail seat of the futon on the left. Gong Baoxiang knelt at the tail of the right row of futons.

"Ancestors, what do you mean by this?" Mu Ye asked, with a rare serious look on his always cynical face.