My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 2: 418th

Chapter 982 2.418 Inexplicable Sadness

When the figures of the three were exposed again, there was already a quiet small bamboo forest in front of them.

This inheritance secret is not big. Behind the bamboo forest are three small huts. There is only a shallow stream flowing in front of the door, which looks like a secluded place in the world.

Secluded and quiet, quiet and shallow.

As soon as Qiao Mu entered here, he took a deep breath, feeling that his heart was filled with a sense of peace.

No matter how much you fight and kill outside, it has nothing to do with this place.

"Female donor, what should I do next." The little monk's brows and eyes were a little worried.

Qiao Mu took a look and immediately stretched out his hand to rub his little face, "I'm so young and old-fashioned. My sister is there for everything. What's the hurry, let's go and see this senior first."

After saying that, with one hand, the little monk with the round head and round brain walked into the small bamboo forest and came to the door of the three small huts.

Pushing aside the master bedroom in the middle, a faint scent of pill rushed over.

Qiao Mu's figure suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the withered bone on the bed, slightly startled.

The dry bones are covered with a big red robe, and the posture is extremely upright.

For a moment, Qiao Mu seemed to have seen the woman in red hunting and hunting, who had swept the army of tens of thousands of people by one person in the past.

"Female donor." The little monk reached out and shook the hem of her clothes.

Qiao Mu took a moment to look at him, with a straight look in his eyes, looking down at Kongkong.

"What's wrong with you."

Qiao Mu shook his head, and pressed his chest with one hand subconsciously: Why did he suddenly feel out of breath. It was as if there was an invisible claw, clutching her heart tightly, making her speechless for a while.

It seemed that at that moment, the sadness in my heart was beyond words, as if I wanted to vent through crying.

Her eye circles suddenly turned red.

But why did she suddenly want to cry?

"Your expression is so sad, female donor." The little monk reached out and hugged her leg, rubbed her leg, "You pick me up."

Qiao Mu's expression was still a little dazed, but Yiyan picked up the little bald head.

The little monk stretched out his hand to hug her neck, stretched out a small hand, put it on her face, and said seriously, "Don't cry. The little monk can hardly see a woman cry!"

The atmosphere is full of desolation and sadness, and the words of the little monk almost disappeared.

Qing Luan looked at her, rolling her eyes silently.

"Is it any better." The palm of the little monk's palm has an endless stream of heat~IndoMTL.com~ sticking to her icy little cheek, it is quite warm.

"This senior, it should have been dead for many years." The little monk looked back at the bed, "Look at her, with a serene expression and a slight smile. You must have known that your life is over."

Qingluan wanted to complain about her little bald head. Where did your eyes come from? Seeing this withered bones, her expression was peaceful.

"People will come to this point, unless you jump out of the destiny and be able to ignore the way of heaven."

"Female donor, don't be sad." The little monk comforted milkly, "Let’s go up and see, what can this predecessor leave for you to pass on! Since it’s the predecessor who opened the cave and let us in , That must have left something for you."

Qingluan nodded, "Master, don't be sad. Let's go and see."

Qiaomu's eyes are reddish, but he can't understand himself.

It's not the first time she has faced death. Why is there mood swings?

(End of this chapter)