Seeing Huai Yanrou walking towards him on her own, Prince Changqin was slightly stunned, listening to Yue Chuyun's heart-rending cry in his ears, because he was burned by the soul lock net but did not notice the loss of control, and Yu Lei Shentu did not dare to face Yue Chuyun's guilt.

For a moment, Prince Changqin felt that he was really too young and didn't understand too much. In the long years since he was forced to become the god of war of the Zhuan family, he has always been by his side, but how many years have he been ignored by himself?

Self is the supreme of the three-dimensional world, from the most complex composition structure to the ultimate elementary particle, which is peeled away layer by layer, but cannot be seen, what is it? What exactly is a person?

The crown prince Changqin was confused, facing the wooden charm who voluntarily stood in front of him, the heavy color of martyrdom once again filled the senses, everything around him was blurred and blurred, and the memories of sacrificing himself again and again kept emerging, confusing time and space.

Because of the proximity of the wood charm, under the nourishment of her purest tree spirit, her piano seems to have regained its vitality and exudes a tender spring breath. Prince Changqin was inspired and his spirits were lifted.

Gently put his hand on Mu Mei's thin shoulder, as if the coolness that could blow out the hell karmic fire came through his bones, yes, he had waited for a hundred and fifty years, and what he was in front of him was the preferential treatment that he was allowed to obtain because he was injured in the Three Realms Campaign, and he had the right to enjoy it.

So, where do you start?

She was originally a flower tree, and gradually became aware of the essence of the sun and the moon, for her, everything was extremely slow, from the time when she could just feel the temperature of the sun, to the time when she opened her eyes and finally saw the sun, even if it took tens of millions of years, what supported her to persist at that time, and what made her give up at this time.

If I cut open this chest, will I be able to see her heart? If I open this head, will I know what she's thinking? Why do low-powered creatures in the three-dimensional world have perceptions that cannot be parsed in any dimension?

So, why did Yue Chuyun break out so uncontrollably, why did she not hesitate to burn jade and stones, but also protect a woman who had no friendship?

The few minutes that stood in front of Huai Yanrou were longer than a thousand years, but fortunately, someone could finally come over and end this chaos.

I only heard someone flying from the sky with a sword: Prince and slow, don't hurt my grandson!

It was so quiet that even ants could hear coughing, Yue Chuyun's crying stopped abruptly, and he was swallowed back, choking himself and burping.

He Yan shook his head a little unconvinced, as if just maintaining the enchantment for a few days would consume him to the point of dizziness, and sure enough, he was indeed tired of a short circuit in his brain, only to hear him say:

I/, Jiang Ziya is here!

Mu Xian looked at the comer, breathed a long sigh of relief, lay on the ground on all fours, and put himself on his chest:

Damn, I'm scared to death, okay, I can't die.

He ran over and shook him lively:

Lao Mu, hurry up, hurry up, hold on a little longer, Mu Mengmeng, stand up! See! Jiang Ziya came to save us!

Mu Xian disliked and pushed away this mentally handicapped man with too big a brain, for fear that he would infect himself: Jiang Ziya turned the fourth life and became holy in the flesh in Liu Bowen's life, you can see clearly, it was my father who came!!

I/! He's your dad?! Then why don't you have the surname Jiang?

Of course my father has to follow me, he has to be surnamed Mu.

Oh! Hey! This old man looks very energetic!

Prince Changqin raised his head and looked at the comer:

The person who came was about 50 years old, wearing an apricot yellow narrow-sleeved robe, a white bronzing gossip fairy robe, and stepping on a pure Jun sword, flying quickly. As he spoke, he had already collected his sword and fell to the ground.

Because he heard someone coming, and didn't hear Yue Chuyun's cry again, Yu Lei calmed down, turned around, and looked at the person:

Medium-to-upper height, thin body, autumn frost half bundled behind the head, blue and white wipe the forehead. The eyes are starlight, and the sword eyebrows are like peaks.

If it is none other than the person in charge of the Mu family's heavenly master.

Prince Changqin looked at the person who came, and smiled proudly and contemptuously:

Sure enough, it was the remnants of Shennong.