Fulong Mountain.

The martial arts sect that was once burned down by a fire and withered has now been repaired for several years and has returned to its former appearance.

As far as the eye can see, the forest is verdant, the thick shade covers the sun, and the palaces and pavilions of Fulong Mountain are staggered in the mountains, looming, and the scenery is still better than in the past.

But since a few days ago, after a thunderstorm night.

Inside and outside the Fulong faction, there is a layer of gloom.

Halfway up the mountainside, the heavily guarded Zhangzun dwelling.

At this time, there were many people gathered outside the small courtyard, all with heavy faces and silent.

And in the inner wing.

The windows are clear and transparent, and most of them are covered by curtains.

The breeze blows slowly, allowing the outside sun to shine in.

It's just that it can't dispel the sorrow mixed between the eyebrows of the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

The room was clean and tidy, except that on the wide big bed, there was a pair of purple-clothed ladies with closed eyes and a haggard face.

The vicissitudes of time gradually left traces on her face.

But it can't be erased, her former cold and glamorous style.

Mu Yuanjun's eyes were slightly red, and he dragged his daughter's hand, just looking at his unconscious mother Mu Yuqing.

A few days ago, her biological father, the 'Jade Xiao Sword' who had not met for five years, came back to life, but he went completely crazy and seriously injured Mu Yuqing.

If it weren't for his husband's plan to ask Ji Wudui to lead the troops to guard the mountain, I'm afraid the consequences would be unimaginable.

A bloody battle on a thunderstorm night.

After paying a great price, Ji Wuhui finally caught and killed the Yan family demon who was hiding behind his back and controlling everything. His father's body also exploded in the rain of blood, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

That kind of scene, the blow to the loved ones, is self-evident.

Especially when Mu Yuqing saw this scene at that time, she dragged her seriously injured body, and she was directly haggard and couldn't afford to get sick.

Until today.

Mu Mochou stood beside his mother obediently, rubbed his eyes, looked at Mu Yuanjun beside him, and Mu Yuqing, who was lying on the bed and did not wake up, and pursed his mouth:

"Mother, why hasn't Grandma woken up yet?"

"Otherwise, go and ask someone to find Daddy back, he has great powers, and he will definitely be able to find a way."

Mu Mochou opened his big eyes, remembering the silhouette of a shadow that he hadn't seen for several days, and his heart was full of reluctance and grievances.

In the past few days, not only has my father disappeared, but even the mountains have been under martial law, the uncles have a straight face, and even the mother has been angry with her several times all day long.

She's a bit naughty sometimes, but she just wants to amuse the big guy

At the age of more than three years.

For the so-called life and death and major events, there is still no clear understanding, let alone what it means to judge the situation.

But hear my daughter's voice.

After Mu Yuanjun was stunned, he still hugged his daughter's back tightly, touched her head, and his originally helpless eyes began to gradually have brilliance:

"yes."

"If the junior brother comes back, there will definitely be a way."

Even though, Mu Yuanjun knew that maybe her mother was already at the end of the crossbow after that night.

After all, injuries aside.

Seeing your loved ones sword each other and even exploding in front of you.

This kind of blow, Mu Yuanjun felt terrified just thinking about it.

She couldn't imagine,

If one day, Luo Jing is like his father, will he be crazy?

Especially.

The junior brother went to the Snow Mountain!

The demons who attacked Fulong were so terrifying, what kind of life and death tribulations would the Shenwu Alliance encounter in their crusade against the Great Snow Mountain?

Just thinking about it, Mu Yuanjun's pair of water-cut eyes revealed longing and worry.

It's been five years.

Mu Yuanjun had already completely accepted Luo Jing.

She regards her junior brother as a close relative, and she has been getting along day and night for five years, and this feeling has long been engraved in the bone marrow.

If anything, he's got something to do.

A mist gradually appeared in the woman's eyes.

So much has happened in the past few days.

She missed him.

Mu Yuanjun had thought more than once that it would be nice if Luo Jing was here.

As long as the junior and younger brothers are there, there will be no accidents in anything.

Just like five years ago, he helped the building to fall in the midst of turmoil.

suddenly

At this time, there was a lot of noise in the courtyard outside.

"What?"

"Palm?"

"The Palm Zun is back?"

"What a palm!"

The deacon who stayed in the courtyard exclaimed, causing the aftermath of the voice to reach Mu Yuanjun's ears.

Suddenly, Mu Yuanjun's spirits lifted!

Hearing a 'bang', she jerked open the window screen.

Sure enough, I saw a figure who was thinking about it day and night, haunted by his dreams!

Luo Jing was dressed in dust, and his face was extremely anxious.

Even the gentleness of the plain Suri was not maintained, and he turned a blind eye to the disciples who were courting him along the way.

Directly stepped into the small courtyard and walked towards the room where Mu Yuanjun was!

"It's Daddy!"

Following Mu Yuanjun, Xiao Mochou, who was wearing a light blue skirt, cheered, excitedly let go of his mother's hand, and was about to go out.

And the woman in the green dress, who lowered the curtains at this moment, and the haggard between her eyebrows that had lasted for a few days, finally disappeared a little, and began to smile, with shallow dimples, looking delicate and lovely, and finally regained her bright eyes.

She took out a small bronze mirror, looked left and right, gently straightened the folds at the corners of her clothes, patted her little face, and hurriedly cleaned up, not wanting to call people to see her previous appearance.

Immediately, the threshold was crossed.

The sun is shining.

The man was dressed in black gold, the blood on it was dried up, and he looked a little dirty, and his whole body was filled with a strong evil aura, and the exhaustion on his face was almost visible to the naked eye.

Mu Mochou trotted all the way, and saw Luo Jing's appearance, his little nose wrinkled, and he pulled his father's sleeve and said coquettishly:

"Father, you smell so bad!"

Seeing that the little face was wrinkled together, she was a little disgusted, but she didn't let go of her little hand, Luo Jing, who had traveled thousands of miles all the way, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled a little bitterly:

"You girl."

His eyes were complicated, revealing a look that made Mu Mochou difficult to understand at this time.

"How did it get like this?"

"But it's good to come back."

A good smell of gardenia came, and the delicate wife in the pale green dress crossed the threshold, frowned slightly, and stepped forward, wanting to help Luo Jing take off the big coat outside, but was interrupted by the young man in front of him raising his hand:

"Little Sister"

Seeing that even if the woman applied powder, it was difficult to hide the tiredness at the corners of her eyes, Luo Jing was a little distressed.

Before Feixun Penglai Island, he naturally heard about the things on Fulong Mountain.

At this moment, Luo Jing regretted it a little.

Whether it's because of the promise before, or because of the habit after that.

He's got some

It's too good to bless Mu Yuanjun.

The warm big hand caressed the cheek of the person in front of him, and Luo Jing stared at Mu Yuanjun quietly, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance at the moment deeply in his mind.

After a moment, he suddenly said:

"The rest of the way."

"Perhaps, you'll have to do it yourself."

His palms gradually gushed out of the red glow, and the surging mana in his body was like a trickle, like an empowering, and began to go down from the woman's face, along the woman's tendons, guiding her towards convincing.

[The medium of this world is exhausted, and the Lord is about to return to reality. 】

[Ten, Nine, Eight]

Starting from his feet, Luo Jing's entire body began to gradually overflow, turning into a little starlight.

Mu Yuanjun in front of him, his eyes slowly widened, only to feel as if a piece of his heart was missing, and he began to ache violently, and he had a faint feeling of uneasiness,

She suddenly tugged on Luo Jing's sleeve tightly, as if by instinct, she knew something:

"Senior brother, you. What's wrong with you! ”

"No, don't!"

But it didn't work.

She tugged at her tightly, but she still couldn't hold back, couldn't stop it.

I could only watch Luo Jing, just slowly turn into starry sand in the sky, and say goodbye to her with a smile.

In the end, only a sharp magic sword with a crystal body and a red glow on the surface of her body was left, leaving it in place, and it had a natural resonance with the aura that flowed slowly in her veins.

This is the last thing that Luo Jing can leave to Mu Yuanjun.

Naturally advanced to the 'Ten Capitals', the key to refining mana.

The woman in the pale green dress grabbed the starry sand in the sky blankly.

But I can't hold it enough.

She could only watch as they slipped through her fingers and eventually vanished.

At the last moment of dissipation, the young man, who was already like a star sand, leaned down his tall body, and touched her head in front of his unaware daughter Mu Mochou:

"Little girl."

"Alas"

He sighed:

"I hope you can really be carefree in this life"

"Can be born in this era"

"How can you really do that?"

"It's a pity that the father can't see it"

(End of chapter)