Beizhou.

Military Affairs Office.

The feathers of the white phoenix are intertwined with golden light and shining on the vast earth.

After Emperor Ye Tian personally sent blessings to the children, he embarked on the road back.

Before leaving, his eyes swept across Mu Qinghuang's body, and a subtle feeling appeared in his heart, like ripples in the middle of the water.

"Emperor of Heaven, it's time to go back." Old Chen reminded.

Now all the Heavenly Emperors and Martial Gods must stay in the realm of everything and discuss the matters of the Void Realm and the Ghost Emperor’s Cemetery.

Emperor Ye Tian was silent, his eyes fell on Chu Yue, and there was a little doubt and exploration deep in his eyes.

He thought that Ye Wuxie, the child, was particularly concerned about this little friend Ye, and rushed to Beizhou from Ye Palace.

But there was no breath of Ye Wuxie everywhere, and it was obvious that Ye Wuxie was not here.

"Xiaobao has grown up and become independent recently. He misses you and the Ye Emperor." Emperor Ye said.

"We will also be relieved if Xiaobao is in the Wudao Courtyard, if he is the care of Emperor Ye Tian." Chu Yue replied in a low voice.

Emperor Ye Tian smiled faintly and turned back to Ye Palace.

Chu Yue looked at Emperor Ye Tian's figure in the morning wind, his eyes darkened, and then he clasped his fists and said, "Greatly send the Emperor to Heaven."

Everyone shouted in unison: "Greatly send Emperor Ye Tian."

The figure of Emperor Ye Tian disappeared from everyone's sight.

Chu Yue pondered for a while, and then led everyone to walk outside the Military Affairs Office.

In the center of the road, a group of people stopped in front of them.

The Lord of Fengwu looked at Chu Yue with a smile on his face with Feng Geyin and the elite backbones in the city.

"Lord of Fengwu City?" Chu Yue's wind and clouds are calm.

"The Lord of Fengwu City, Feng Lei, congratulations to Lord Ye for becoming famous in the battle and winning the title of Dragon Slaying Warrior. I also wish that under the leadership of Lord Ye, the Heavenly Realm and the Martial God Temple will flourish and prosper." Lord Fengwu City congratulated him sincerely and sincerely,

He nodded slightly.

Chu Yue looked at Feng Yin and looked at Feng Wu City Lord indifferently, and responded indifferently: "Young Master Yin and I are friends who have been on the battlefield together. According to the rules, I should respectfully call Feng City Lord Feng.

Bo. With Feng Bo's blessing, the Heavenly Realm and the Martial God Temple will surely get better and better.”

Chu Yue's words dispelled Feng Lei's doubts and immediately smiled and said, "Ying'er, this child, is talking about the good things of the Third Master every day. If the Third Master needs help in the future, just say it to someone Feng."

"good."

Chu Yue bowed and responded generously.

at the same time.

She quietly observed Mu Qinghuang's changes.

What puzzled her was...

Facing the Fengwu City Lord at close range, Mu Qinghuang did not change any emotionally.

If the Lord of Fengwu City was one of the murderers who broke his mother's soul back then, it would be impossible for his mother to face her enemies to be unchanged.

Nowadays, Chu Yue seems to be in the mystery of the authorities, and it is difficult to find a way to break the situation.

Feng Lei saw Mu Qinghuang and looked up and down like a brother.

He sighed and said, "I thought I would never see Miss Qinghuang again after many years of separation. Feng was also happy to see Miss Qinghuang return to Mu Mansion safely."

There was no turbulence on Mu Qinghuang's face.

Mu Linfeng came over and explained: "Sister Huang, when I was seven years old, I went to Fengwu City with you. At that time, Brother Fenglei received us, and you also guided him in swordsmanship."

Feng Lei smiled and said, "I didn't expect that Brother Linfeng has such a good memory. Speaking of which, I still have to thank Miss Qinghuang for her guidance back then. My swordsmanship has not become possessed by my mistakes in practice."

At the end of the talk, he looked at Mu Qinghuang with a smile: "At that time, Feng was still whimsical. He thought about the great success of his swordsmanship, so he went to Mu's house to propose marriage. Unexpectedly, Miss Qinghuang had no news."

Mu Linfeng suddenly realized and whispered: "No wonder I always felt this guy's eyes narrowed at that time."

Feng Lei's expression froze and then smiled.

He stared at Mu Qinghuang's eyes intently and asked tentatively: "Miss Qinghuang, do you have any impression?"

"No." Mu Qinghuang shook her head.

When Feng Lei heard this answer, he felt his heart back to his original place.

He just wanted to see how much Mu Qinghuang, who had recovered from the dead, remembered about the past.

Seeing that Mu Qinghuang was not moving, Feng Lei felt that he was overly worried.

Judging from the shattered soul of Mu Qinghuang and the pain she suffered back then, she will never be able to pick up her memories of the past in her life.

"The battle at the Dragon Slaying Banquet is full of dangers and is full of dangers. Xiaoyue is afraid that she will be tired and exhausted. Uncle Feng will not disturb you from returning to the house to rest." Feng Lei gave up a large position to the side.

"Feng Bo, say goodbye!"

Chu Yue calmed down the turbulent aura like a turbulent sea, calmed down on her face, and smiled calmly, and then walked out along the way of military affairs.

Feng Lei took a step, his gloomy eyes passed through the crowd, staring at Mu Qinghuang and Ye Chuyue, and a proud smile appeared on his face with a steady victory.

He was so happy to see a pair of people who had loved each other so much, but they didn't know each other, and even felt a sense of hatred to the core.

I was so happy that I wanted to go back to the city to drink two taels of strong wine and enjoy it.

"Ying'er." Feng Lei said happily.

"The son is here."

"Go to have a drink with your father."

Feng Seyin suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Feng Lei in surprise.

In my memory, my father was gloomy all year round and thoughtful. He had never laughed so happily, nor had he been so kind to him.

In a moment, the wind moaned and moaned with his father.

At this point, the dragon-slaying feast came to an end, leaving only sighs everywhere.

...

Chu Yue, the old man and his group just returned to Mu's mansion, and saw that there were gifts everywhere.

The visitors were filled with smiles and congratulations, which made the Mu Mansion very noisy.

Before Chu Yue could speak, she saw her second grandfather Mu Xiangtian walked forward excitedly.

Mu Xiangtian was full of energy, his face was full of spring breeze, and he greeted the guests like a top scholar, talking about his precious granddaughter, or it means that Chu'er is even more close to him than his uncle.

"Mom, I'm a little tired." Chu Yue said in a deep voice with a dark face.

"Mom, rub it for you."

Mu Qinghuang understood it and took the conversation tacitly.

Others seemed to have noticed something.

They all left the next time to the mother and daughter.

Chu Yue returned to the room and sat in front of the makeup mirror, half-closing her eyes, and her mind was vividly designed to see all kinds of things happening in this dragon-slaying banquet.

Every picture is reflected in my mind like a slide.

My mother stood behind her, gently pressing and rubbing her temples on both sides of her with a cool hands, and her movements were extremely gentle.

"mother."

Chu Yue had just spoken when she was interrupted by Mu Qinghuang.

"Xiao Chu wanted to ask, why did I lose control in front of Emperor Ye Tian?" Although Mu Qinghuang was asking, her tone was very firm.

Chu Yue slowly opened her eyes, looked at her mother's eyebrows and eyes through the makeup mirror, and found that the fold at the corner of her eyes had been eliminated.

While muffling his daughter's temples, Mu Qinghuang said in a story-telling tone: "Before this, I have never had any memory of him."


Chapter completed!