Ling Xiyue snorted coldly, and two lines of bloody tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Ming took a step forward, hugged Ling Xiyue, and asked with concern, "Xiyue, are you okay?"

Ling Xiyue shook her head, pushed Jiang Ming away, and said, "I'm fine!"

After speaking, she knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the location of the tomb four times, and then quickly got up, her eyes changed suddenly, her right hand grasped weakly, and the invisible big hand composed of the power of heaven and earth grabbed the soil on the tomb, and flew on both sides, and a delicate black coffin appeared in the eyes of the two.

Jiang Ming was stunned by Ling Xiyue's sudden move, he didn't expect Ling Xiyue to dig up his mother's grave so decisively, without any hesitation.

Seeing that Ling Xiyue was about to continue to step forward, Jiang Ming put a hand on Ling Xiyue's shoulder and said, "Xiyue, you have to think clearly." ”

People will always do something under impulse, and then regret it afterwards, Jiang Ming didn't want Ling Xiyue's actions to be the result of impulse.

Ling Xiyue said calmly: "Jiang Ming, I know that you are worried about me, but I am very sober now and know what I am doing. ”

The warm feeling in the sense of the Tao reminded her of the feeling of being coquettish in her mother's arms when she was a child, although time had passed and that feeling was blurred. But as soon as I see it again, that long and profound feeling reappears in the memory, as if it has never gone far.

She was sure that it was her mother's feeling, but the sight of her eyes opening pierced her heart.

Jiang Ming let go of Ling Xiyue's hand to stop him, as long as it was not the result of Ling Xiyue's impulsiveness, then he had no reason to stop it.

The coffin is dark and untouched by time, and the surface is engraved with fine and inconspicuous patterns, as if the most brilliant craftsman had carved it with the skill of his life, so that the coffin does not look like it has just been cut out of the earth, but has just been made.

There were no nails on the lid of the coffin, and Ling Xiyue easily opened it, revealing the beautiful woman lying in it.

It was a suffocatingly beautiful woman, who looked like Ling Xiyue and seven points, but she looked more mature and seductive, without a trace of death coming out of it, her hands were in front of her, and her expression was with a serene smile, as if she was enjoying a sweet dream. The expression of enjoying sleep makes the coffin present a quiet beauty, which is unbearable to disturb.

Xiyue's mother has been dead for more than ten years, but the body is still not damaged in the slightest, and even the clothes on her body are brand new, is this her own reason, or is there something wrong with the feng shui of this place? Jiang Ming came back to his senses from the quiet beauty and couldn't help but guess.

However, now is not the time for him to speak out, this is the body of Ling Xiyue's mother, even if he is Ling Xiyue's husband, it is not easy to take the initiative to disturb.

Ling Xiyue came to the coffin, reached out to hold her mother's hands, and then her face changed.

Jiang Ming, who noticed the change in Ling Xiyue's expression, looked at Ling Mu's jade hand, and found that when Ling Xiyue held her mother's hand just now, she didn't move it at all, and even the arc of the jade hand didn't change in the slightest.

This is impossible, even if the corpse will stiffen after death, it is impossible that there will be no change at all, when Ling Xiyue holds her hands, even if she can't change her grip posture, at least she can lift it up! Jiang Ming keenly sensed the strangeness in it.

Ling Xiyue gritted her teeth, let go of her mother's hands, and then reached out to pinch her mother's face, but she didn't pinch it......!

"Ahem!" Jiang Ming coughed twice, reminding Ling Xiyue that there was still a big man at the scene!

Hearing Jiang Ming's reminder, Ling Xiyue's hand stretched out to her mother's shirt listened, and instead stretched out her mother's sleeve and pulled it up, revealing a white jade arm like mutton fat jade.

Then, Ling Xiyue stretched out her hand to her mother's hair, but she didn't pull any of it.

Jiang Ming could see that Ling Xiyue didn't exert too much force, nor did she use her true qi, but even so, she wouldn't be able to pick up even a single hair!

"This corpse, which is fake, is carved out of jade throughout. Ling Xiyue's voice made people unable to hear joy and anger.

Jiang Ming gasped, if it was really as Ling Xiyue said, this corpse was carved from jade, then such a method would be incredible.

Every strand of hair on Ling's mother's "corpse" is so black and bright, delicate and delicate, her eyes are gently closed, her eyelashes are about to move, her red lips are delicate and seductive, every detail is so ingenious, even the blush on her slightly pale face is vivid, vividly depicting a sleeping beauty.

However, Ling Xiyue actually said that such a peerless beauty was carved from jade? How could this be carved from jade? How could such an exquisite statue be carved from jade? How could a craftsman in the world carve such a magical work?

Even if it was Ling Xiyue's words, Jiang Ming instinctively didn't believe it, no, it wasn't that he didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, how could he be willing to be carved by people with such an ingenious beauty?

At this time, a sharp pain suddenly came from his palm, and he looked down to see that Ling Xiyue had come to his side at some point, looking at him with murderous intent, her eyes seemed to say: If you can't give a reasonable explanation, you just wait for death!

Jiang Ming came to his senses under the stimulation of Ling Xiyue's strong killing intent: What was I doing just now? I was actually in a daze at the statue of Xiyue's mother? I was still attracted? This is a representative of a special hobby in anyone's eyes! No, although she is beautiful and has an outstanding temperament, there is still a certain gap compared to Yun Ze, he used to be with Yun Ze Fairy a lot, it is impossible to be easily fascinated, and she is so deep.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ming asked Ling Xiyue suspiciously, "Are you sure this is what Ling Tang looks like?"

Ling Xiyue's killing intent was almost substantial, and the sharp true qi circulated in her fingertips: "Do you still have a trace of illusion, how good it would be if she wasn't my mother!"

Is this little girl thinking about something in her head? The corners of Jiang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, he no longer had any hope for Ling Xiyue's brain circuit, talking to this little girl, if he beat around the bush, his life would be in danger.

"I mean, Ling Tang is so beautiful, if she was like this when she was alive, then how did your father protect her? Her appearance should be coveted by many people! Not to mention whether your father has the ability to protect her, even if he did, your childhood should have been spent in endless strife!" Stimulated by a strong desire to survive, Jiang Ming said what he wanted to say as quickly as possible.

Ling Xiyue's killing intent was slightly restrained, she was carried away by Jiang Ming's angry reaction just now, now calm down and think about it carefully, this is indeed not a normal phenomenon, her mother in childhood is the image of a loving mother in clothes, although her face has been blurred in her memory, but from the reaction of others to see her mother, her mother is not the kind of peerless beauty who captivates the country and the city.

However, if this statue is really carved according to its own appearance, then this statue originally does not know how amazing it is, a lifeless statue can be charming, if it is matched with a pair of beautiful eyes like autumn water, then what kind of man in the world can be worthy of it?

Anyway, his father is definitely not worthy.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiyue's right hand turned into a palm knife, ready to give the statue a look and see what mysteries this statue has.

Jiang Ming was frightened by Ling Xiyue's actions, and quickly grabbed Ling Xiyue's right arm to stop Ling Xiyue's death-defying move, even if this is not your mother, you can't destroy it casually!

"You're going to stop me?" Ling Xiyue raised her eyebrows, ready to switch the object of the sword to Jiang Ming.

Jiang Mingdao: "This statue is obviously not artificially carved, after all, the jade carving must be carved according to the original appearance of the jade, and in reality, it is still possible to find a jade that can be carved into the shape of a human, but if even the color can be subtle, that possibility is almost gone." ”