Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Mrs. Zhao was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect to face her own daughter now.

"Syracuse!" Mrs. Zhao said in a voice that was almost reproachful.

Mu Xuecheng's face was cold, only after hearing her words, a little disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Maybe she once believed in her mother, but when she only had hatred and harm in her eyes, she had already given up reconciliation with her.

Mu Xuecheng was disappointed and determined, she raised the ice and snow sword in her hand, and stabbed at her with the sword that her mother had given her.

At the same time, Mimis and Oaks are also in chaos.

He Zifu lost his mind, and there were many wailing souls in his murmur, as well as angry howls of souls.

"Dodge his sonic attack!" Li Shanxi behind them quickly shouted behind the two of them.

The two looked at each other, then raised their hands to cover their ears.

At this time, Li Shanxi hurried forward and pasted a talisman paper with yellow background and cinnabar ink on He Zifu's body.

He Zifu suddenly fell silent, and gradually closed his dull eyes.

Li Shanxi raised his hand to support his head, and said: "You have returned from the boundless to the tangible, the pain in the past, and the pain in the future..."

As soon as these words came out, He Zifu slowly opened his eyes again.

Perhaps because he was the naughty one who escaped, although Hua Zhaoying sealed his strength and blocked his grief, he was still very cold and emotionless.

At this moment, these eyes are like this, without gratitude or rejoicing, as plain as water.

But what Li Shanxi needs is such a gatekeeper.

The pill in Zhao's hand fell to the ground. During the fight with Mu Xuecheng, she repeatedly tried to pick up the medicine bottle, but the man's sword was so fast that she had no chance.

Mu Yan and Mu Xuecheng looked at each other, and when they passed each other, Mu Xuecheng handed her a bottle of potion.

Wan Muyan dipped the gold and silver needles in her hand into the potion, and then joined the struggle.

Hua Zhaoying held the sword, and her white clothes fluttered around, obstructing Zhao's actions.

Mu Xuecheng led Zhao Shi aside, and Hua Zhaoying forced her to the wall without flinching. At this moment, the gold and silver needles in Wan Muyan's hand shot out.

The long and thin needle pierced into the snow-white neck, revealing a little bit of blood.

Hua Zhaoying withdrew her sword, quietly watching the person in front of her lose strength little by little, and fell to her knees.

The spiritual power rushed out like a stream of water in an instant, and there was nothing left.

Mrs. Zhao fell to the side helplessly. After all, her calculations were in vain, and no benefits were lost.

Hua Zhaoying looked at Mu Yan and nodded at her.

At this time, Mu Xuecheng's voice sounded behind the two: "Leave it to me, her words."

Hua Zhaoying's eyes fell on Wan Muyan, and she still gave her the power of choice.

Wan Muyan sighed, and could only say helplessly: "Block her power, let her forget everything."

Mu Xuecheng looked at her gratefully, and then took the woman away.

Wan Muyan sighed wearily, and when she came back to her senses, a fiery gaze had already landed on her.

Hua Zhaoying looked at this familiar face, and many forgotten memories flooded up.

He had seen her when she was seven or eight years old.

He also fell in love with her when she was seventeen or eighteen years old.

He also left her at the age of 20.

Now, he is back and she has found him.

"Long time no see, little daughter-in-law."

The tone was the same as before, but full of gentleness.