Mo Ling'er got up very early today.

After washing up, he ran towards the yard where his sister-in-law lived.

When they were having breakfast, Nangong Yu and Mo Yan both came over.

Fortunately, the wet nurse has sufficient breakfast, only more and less.

When we saw a few people, we happily brought them up and let everyone eat as much as possible, and if there is not enough, they will add them.

Seeing that the wet nurse was kind to the little girl from the bottom of her heart and full of kindness and pampering, Nangong Yu couldn't help but think of her mother.

If my mother was still alive, she would definitely be so pampered and happy when she saw the little girl.

Unfortunately, like her tribe members, she was killed by her enemies and even had no one to collect the body.

Nangong Yu's expression trembled.

He can still restrain himself from being far away from the upper spirit world. Now that he has returned to the small world, he doesn't want to wait for a moment, and he wants to kill into his enemy's nest at this moment and avenge his clansmen...

Because of hatred, Nangong Yu's hand holding chopsticks tightened, the blue veins on the back of his hand burst, and there was a burst of blood in his body...

The cold air that was emitting invisibly cold from the body disturbed Mu Qianqian and the other two while eating.

Mo Ling'er didn't know anything, and just felt that this uncle was terrifyingly cold and his aura was also terrifying.

"Uncle?" Mu Qianqian called out with some concern.

She actually understands her uncle's feelings.

Just like she had entered the Imperial Academy before and wanted to kill Murong Qianyue.

Once the hatred buried in the bones is pried, it will be out of control!

That kind of urgency and anxiety is like millions of ants ate in their hearts.

"After the meal, I plan to go back and take a look!" Nangong Yu pondered for a moment and decided to say.

"Qianqian is with you!" Mu Qianqian said quickly.

Nangong Yu nodded: "Okay, father, mother is in the spirit of heaven. I must be very happy to see you coming home!"

If they were still alive, they would definitely love Qianqian's nephew and granddaughter very much.

After breakfast, Mo Yan also went back with Nangong Yu.

The three of them rode in the phoenix and rushed towards the Hidden Tribe.

The Nangong clan is the super boss of the Hidden Family.

Of course, that was once.

Today's Nangong clan has long been removed from the Hidden clan.ωωw..net

As long as the Nangong clan is mentioned, everyone will subconsciously avoid it, as if they are attached to the Nangong clan, which will bring bad luck and encounter a great disaster...

The little phoenix travels through the sea of ​​clouds and gallops all the way.

Not long after, I came to a remote house.

The house is messy and the web is intertwined.

Many houses are dumped in the wind and sun, and are dilapidated everywhere, and some are even burned by fire and become ruins.

The whole scene has been withered and unsuccessful, and has been unsupported for a long time, and has become a veritable haunted house.

Desolate and desolate!

Nangong Yu stood in front of the main house and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar Nangong Mansion in front of him. His expression was shaking, and there seemed to be a crystal flash in his eyes.

Before his eyes, it seemed like he had returned to twenty-five years ago.

That bloody night.

The screams and cries of the tribesmen seemed to echo in their ears again.

Nangong Yu clenched his fist in his sleeve, gritted his teeth, raised his heavy steps, and walked over.

The heavy and dusty door was completely pushed open by Nangong Yu.

When you see the garden, the desolate garden is everywhere.

There were many messy weeds growing in the yard, with branches crisscrossing over the yard covering the sky, and a thick layer of moss grew on the ground.

The whole yard looks gloomy, and occasionally there are sporadic sunlight piercing through the gaps between the leaves.

Walk through the yard and continue inward.

More and more battle traces come into view.

On the ground and on the wall, the red blood had long dried up, blending with the soil and the surrounding buildings.

Mu Qianqian has been following her uncle.

The more you go, the more messy it becomes.

The traces left on the ground are shocking.

You can only think of how tragic the war was...

Even though so long has passed, the air still has an indelible smell of blood.

The more Mu Qianqian looked, the cooler he felt.

Mo Yan's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with thoughts...

Nangong Yu, who was filled with all his thoughts by sadness and hatred, suddenly realized something was wrong.

After so long, there was not even a single corpse on the ground!

With the cruel and bloody nature of the enemy, it is impossible to destroy their Nangong clan and collect their bodies for them!

Could it be that someone kind-hearted person helps, or there are survivors?

As soon as the thought came out, Nangong Yu couldn't help but his eyes suddenly lit up, with expectations in his eyes...

But Mu Qianqian suddenly found a figure flashing past ahead.

"Someone!" Mu Qianqian exclaimed, subconsciously chasing him.

Nangong Yu is faster than hers.

The cultivation level of the divine level has been fully utilized.

After a breathing period, he approached the man.

"Who are you? Why are you sneaking?" Nangong Yu stared at the man's back, his eyes as sharp as a blade.

At this time, Mu Qianqian and Mo Yan also rushed over.

The man was wearing a black robe and silver threads were like a waterfall, spreading on his shoulders casually.

Even if it is just a back, you can see this person's thinness and thinness.

He was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

Hearing Nangong Yu's voice, the man's body trembled obviously, without making any sound, and did not turn around, and kept holding his back to them.

"Who are you? If you don't talk, don't blame my subordinates for showing mercy!" Nangong Yu frowned, his voice a little impatient.

Only then did Mu Qianqian notice that the man had a black veil on his face, and he had been facing away from them, so he obviously didn't want to show his face.

Could it be that there is something unspeakable?

But this is the territory of the Nangong clan.

What did she hide here?

"It seems you are not afraid of death!" Nangong Yu completely lost his patience.

His figure swayed, as fast as lightning.

The next second, he directly locked the unknown woman's wrist and pulled her around forcefully.

At the same time, the black veil covering the woman's face was also accidentally dropped while pulling.

The woman's face was completely exposed to the eyes of the three.

Skinny as fiery as firewood, silver threads as waterfall!

A pair of clear and swaying eyes with vicissitudes and coldness!

Nangong Yu's hand holding the woman's wrist was shocked, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had discovered something extremely terrifying and incredible.

A sourness suddenly hit his chest!

The dignified seven-foot man stood there and lost his voice. The hot tears fell to the ground without any warning!

He stared at the person in front of him, feeling as a lost baby.

Every breath, a hoarse roaring choking spilled out of my throat...

"sister……"

As soon as the sound came out, he stood there, whimpering...

I tried my best to endure my body trembled...

Why?

Why did it become like this?

As thin as firewood, his face is ruined, and his years are no longer...

She looked at it like an old woman who could be buried at any time.

There was no light in his eyes, no blood on his face, only a layer of skin and bones left, and the cold eyes carried vicissitudes and silence...

sister?

Mu Qianqian stared at this person in surprise.
Chapter completed!