Now it is just a touch of soul, but as a person in the underworld, he naturally knows how to find a physique suitable for his soul.
The God Realm, two hundred years ago, the God Realm was taken over by Shen Yu.
But the former Tiandi Yun Luoxue was in the Demon Realm, taking care of a person day and night.
The Demon Ancestor of the Demon Realm is still Qianmo Qingcheng, but for three hundred years, Little Treasure has handled all the affairs.
Three hundred years ago, the battle of the Underworld Emperor.
Qianmo Qingcheng is now unconscious due to the expansion of strength in his body.
And Yun Luoxue had been in a coma for a few days since she couldn't accept the fall of Qianmo Qingcheng three hundred years ago.
When I woke up a few days later, some things were accepted.
Fortunately, although Qianmo Qingcheng was unconscious, he still had a breath, but he didn't know when he would wake up.
In Qingxue Hall, a pretty woman was sitting upright, reading a book in her hand.
Looking around, the bookshelves in the corners of Qingxue Hall were full of books.
There are almost a thousand books, all of which are medical books in the Three Realms.
There are celestial, demon, and human.
Yun Luoxue was holding a medical book now in her hand.
At this time, she was reading seriously, trying to find a cure for Qianmo Qingcheng in these medical books.
But after looking for so many books, none of them recorded the situation of Qianmo Qingcheng.
"Mother..." A tender voice came from outside the hall, and as the voice fell, the little girl in a pink skirt smiled and entered from outside the hall.
At the same time, there was a little boy in beautiful clothes behind his buttocks.
The little girl had a big smile on her face.
And the little boy has a cold look.
It seemed that it was not much different from the look of Qian Mo Qingcheng who was not close to the stranger.
Yun Luoxue put down the scroll in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and looked at the two children who ran to the desk, with a soft color between her eyebrows: "Ling'er, Chen'er, it's homework time, why are you here?"
The double repairs three hundred years ago caused her to accidentally acquire two little babies.
This was beyond her expectation, but it was also a great surprise.
The little guy named Ling'er pouted, "Grandpa Bai went to play chess and said that today is a holiday!"
Qian Mo Jinchen looked at Yun Luoxue, her cold little face relaxed a little: "Mother, my sister is telling the truth."
Qian Mo Ling'er was startled, and smiled happily to Qian Mo Jinchen's ear: "Of course it's the truth!"
Yun Luoxue looked at Qian Mo Ling'er, and she was a little like Xue Ling'er who disappeared three hundred years ago, and her heart suddenly felt warm.
She believes in reincarnation, past and present.
Maybe, it's really like what Xue Linger said, if there is an afterlife, it would be great to let me be your daughter.
Now, she believed that Ling'er's wish had come true.
And she, looking at Ling'er now, wouldn't be as sad as she was three hundred years ago.
On the contrary, Qianmo Jinchen, who looks like a reduced version of Qianmo Qingcheng, shrunk several times with one eyebrow, and is almost the same as Qianmo Qingcheng, obviously less overbearing and more cute.
After all, they are still young and their childishness has not faded. Children should have the temperament of children.
However, it seems that the character of her son is the same as that of his father, indifferent and difficult to approach.
"Mother, are you tired? Chen'er help your mother go and rest."
Qian Mo Jinchen looked at Yun Luoxue's slightly haggard cheeks, and felt a sudden pain in his heart.