Before you know it, the time of a stick of incense has passed.

Wu Mo sat in his seat and was silent for a long time.

“…… Miss Yun? Mu Xuan shouted tentatively.

Ever since he finished saying that information, Miss Yun had been in a trance, obviously out of state.

"Hmm." Wu Mo was brought back to his senses by this voice, his eyes moved to Mu Xuan, and he said with some difficulty, "You mean, Wu Mo's corpse...... Found in the site of a miracle? ”

"Yes, it was three hundred years ago, and I heard that the sensation caused in the Shenyan Continent was quite big at that time." Mu Xuan nodded.

The name 'Wu Mo' is not the first time he has heard of it, he has found this person when he was looking for an antidote for his wife before, but he didn't know much about it at the time, he only knew that this person was dead, this time Miss Yun specifically asked him to check by name, so he went to learn more about it.

Wu Mo only felt that his thoughts were in confusion now: "Are you sure it's Wu Mo's own corpse?" ”

"Ah, this ......" I don't know why Miss Yun asked like this, Mu Xuan scratched the back of his head, "It should be...... After all, it was the people of the Wu family who brought Wu Mo's body back, and the Wu clan patriarch and his wife even held a funeral ......"

Wu Mo pursed his lips and didn't speak.

When she heard Mu Xuan say that she was "dead" before, she only thought that something had happened after entering the miracle site, and she had been missing for three hundred years and was mistaken for death by the people of the Shenyan Continent, but she never expected that it was because she found her "body" in the miracle site.

She was still here, so how could her body be in the ruins of miracles?

If someone else admits their mistake, it's fine, but how could even her parents not tell that the body was not her?

Wu Mo's heart suddenly beat faster, and his palms sweated slightly.

She suddenly felt that things might be much more simple than she imagined, and she thought it was just a betrayal of someone close to her, but now it seemed more like a premeditated trap.

Who was that corpse?

Mu Xuan stood aside and glanced at Wu Mo cautiously, seeing that she had been frowning and not speaking, as if she had been hit, although she felt that something was wrong with not being able to say something, she still coughed lightly and said:

"That...... Miss Yun, actually, people die often, don't be too sad, it's been three hundred years, some things should be put down, and feelings are not static, maybe sometimes you think you'll always like people, but you will gradually become dislike later, not to mention that the lifespan of ordinary people is only 100 years old at most, and the lifespan of cultivators is endless, there are too many impossible things between the two......"

"What are you talking about?" Wu Mo was in a heavy mood when he heard Mu Xuan babbling a bunch of nonsensical words in his ear.

Seeing Wu Mo ignoring him, Mu Xuan raised his neck and stood straight, "I want to say, Miss Yun might as well let go of the past and start a new life, feelings will be transferred, Miss Yun will find that there are actually many better men in this world, not necessarily worse than that Wu Mo, for example, like our lord, it is quite suitable......"

Under Wu Mo's cold gaze, Mu Xuan's voice became smaller and quieter, and in the end, he almost finished the last sentence with a hum.

It's the winter solstice! I've always felt that winter is a very romantic season, and I'm looking forward to the snow hahahaha

(End of chapter)