The white moon rises, and the breeze is gentle.

In late autumn, the dead leaves are yellow.

In the Listening to the Snow Pavilion, there is more fireworks than the lonely and lonely thing in the past.

Shen Qingfeng stood outside the courtyard, silently listening to the laughter coming from the house—

"Mom, look, this is the new clothes that Dad Emperor bought for the baby."

"Grandpa Bai, Uncle Cheng, do you think the baby's clothes look good?"

"It's great to have a dad."

“…”

A complex look appeared between Shen Qingfeng's eyes. He turned around and his figure was destroyed in the faint night.

After leaving Tingxuexuan, he issued an order: "No one is allowed to approach Tingxuexuan without my permission."

He will protect Ayue's peace as much as possible.

It is also considered a five-year reckless and indifferent year to atone for the sins.

If he found out his conscience and helped him, A Yue and the others would not be so miserable.

Not far away, Shen Qingfeng's sorrowful sigh came.

...

In the room, Xiaobao was walking around the guardian Bai and Uncle Cheng, sharing his happiness and joy today.

Ye Mohan walked into the room and looked at the girl sitting at the table.

He is obviously not very old, but he has a different kind of old age than ordinary people.

The girl placed a dagger in his palm, and Ye Mohan frowned, puzzled.

Chu Yue raised her head and said, "Take my ribs."

It is always bad to owe everyone favors.

Ye Mohan's eyes trembled slightly, he gently held Chu Yue's cold-white wrist, and pulled it slightly, and Chu Yue stood up.

He sat in the chair and took the girl into his arms, and Chu Yue naturally sat on his legs.

The man's movements were as smooth as flowing.

Chu Yue frowned.

There are so many chairs in the room, this man insists on snatching her?

Ye Mohan took away the dagger in her hand, wrapped his hands around the girl's waist, and pressed his jaw against her shoulders. He sprayed a burst of heat as he spoke: "You deserve the things I gave you, and you don't need to return the gift."

His girl is like steel.

If someone else is a person, his eyes will be red and he will cry.

His young wife is very good, she is ruthless and takes out a dagger without saying a word.

One word: Dig!

Of course—

Ye Mohan likes the more he looks at it.

Every frown and smile, joy, anger, sorrow, and anger happens to be his joy.

Chu Yue leaned in his arms and greedily absorbed the cold fragrance.

Her little hand suddenly placed on his chest, touched it gently, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Mohan stretched out his hand, and the palm with clear patterns stood half of the crystal clear jade lotus, emitting a faint milky white smoke, lingering in the sky.

"This is……"

Chu Yue narrowed her eyes slightly and smelled a familiar smell.

"Immortal Root."

Ye Mohan said: "I promised you that I would help you reshape your martial roots, but that ordinary martial roots are not worthy of you."

The most outstanding immortal root is extremely rare!

It's rare to meet in eternity!

It's like a rare existence!!

Chu Yue's eyes flashed slightly, and her fingertips trembled slightly.

There seemed to be a numb electric current, spreading to all limbs and bones.

It is rumored that the Emperor of the Holy Realm used his cursed ominous body to kill out of the Hundred Ghosts Forest, destroying three thousand enemies of the Holy Realm. They are all masters at the top of martial arts, and then become the Emperor of the Holy Realm, traversing the Eight Destinies!

What he depends on is the immortal root transformed from opportunity.

It is said that people with immortal roots can achieve enlightenment and immortality and achieve immortality.

This is the end of the martial arts that hundreds of millions of warriors pursue.
Chapter completed!