"Uncle He, where's Uncle Ye? The demons of life and death have gathered together."
All Su Qi's hopes are focused on the Demonic Map of Life and Death.
He hoped that the Magic Map of Life and Death could help his mother.
"Qinghan is accompanying his grandfather. I'll let Qinghan go to Mingyuexuan. Qi'er, you go back to Mingyuexuan and wait."
Su Qi nodded and pulled Xin'er over.
Seeing Xin'er still crying, his heart ached even more!
He said softly: "Xin'er, don't be afraid, where is your brother?"
Xin'er is very fragile, no matter what time, they will always be so gentle to Xin'er.
"Yeah!" Xin'er wiped away her tears. It's great that the brothers are back!
"Grandma, grandpa, Qi'er is taking Xin'er back to Mingyue Xuan first."
"Qi'er, let's go together."
Mo Yuntian walked over and picked up Xin'er.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered Yongyi.
Su Qi looked at He Yunting.
"Uncle He, this is Uncle Yongyi. Please ask Uncle He to arrange a place for Uncle Yongyi!"
"Okay!" He Yunting nodded, looked at Yongyi, and said hello to each other.
In a courtyard outside the city!
Murong Shaofeng stood under the maple tree in the courtyard of the other courtyard. A thick layer of red maple leaves fell under the tree.
It formed a sharp contrast with Murong Shaofeng's white robes.
His tall figure was so cold that no one could get close to him.
Murong Shaofeng's eyes were full of sadness, and his handsome face was very haggard and had lost its former luster. In just a few days, he became much more haggard.
Worry, fear, and emptiness were tearing at his heart all the time.
After losing sight of her, he would be so panicked and frightened.
He originally thought that after Feng Jueyin's incident, he could really let it go.
Unexpectedly, he never gave up.
He Yunting was also worried about Murong Shaofeng. After telling Ye Qinghan, he hurried to Murong Shaofeng's other courtyard.
Zhu Yan was waiting on the side. They said both what should be said and what should not be said, but the emperor could not listen to anything.
Alone in my own world, sad and lost.
He Yunting walked behind Murong Shaofeng and looked at his back.
His heart also ached.
He knew that Shao Feng was in the most pain at the moment, but in the future, they might have to face even more pain!
"Shao Feng." He Yunting's voice was trembling.
Why even he himself doesn't know.
Murong Shaofeng slowly turned back, and there was no longer any softness in his once gentle eyes.
Only heart-wrenching sadness!
"How did you come?"
He moved his legs slightly, and suddenly found that he had no strength and his legs were numb.
Unable to move, he stood still.
"I came over to see you."
He Yunting smiled and suddenly found that he had nothing to say.
No matter what he said, it was all so pale and feeble.
Shao Feng's heart for Momo exceeded everything else.
Murong Shaofeng was silent! Looking quietly not far away.
"Want to drink? I brought your favorite osmanthus brew."
The only thing she can do now is to get drunk with him.
After a while, Murong Shaofeng didn't say a word.
He Yunting was about to turn around and leave...
"Then let's have a few drinks!"
Qian Qian's voice was without any ripples.
It seemed like he was making do, or maybe he wanted to get drunk.
"Zhu Yan, bring a table over here."
Murong Shaofeng didn't want to move, his legs were numb from standing.
When Zhu Yan heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The emperor has been standing since last night.
He had nothing to do with him. Now that Mr. He was here, his heart suddenly dropped.
The cold wind blew and hit my face with a biting chill.
Murong Shaofeng's heavy heart gradually became clearer.