Murong Fu frowned in confusion: "What's the matter?"

"Yes." Ye Zhikuang glanced at the Murong family beside him: "I'll talk about it when I have time."

Seeing her taboo, Murong Fu nodded and said, "Tiantian, take your crazy sister in to have a rest."

"Okay." Murong Tiantian took Ye Zhikuang's hand and led her to her room.

It was difficult to find a guest room at the last minute, and Murong Tiantian liked to share a bed with Ye Zhikuang, so she was naturally happy to have her come to her own room.

The old lady looked at Ye Zhikuang's back with a slightly dazed expression.

Like, so similar.

It is simply printed from the same mold.

The hand holding the crutches tightened, and for a moment he didn't know how to move. He stood still and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Murong Fu saw the look of panic, confusion and fear on her face again.

His brows furrowed involuntarily, and he stretched out his hand to help her: "Old lady."

The old lady suddenly came to her senses, changed her panic expression and said, "Miss Ye, is she also practicing in Ye Yun Sect?"

"Yes." Murong Fu helped her walk.

"How far has her strength reached?"

"Third-level Great Soul Master, Ming Lan Teng has awakened her destiny. She is a child who can endure hardships and endure hardships. Could it be that..." Although Murong Fu's answer was very concise, every time he mentioned something about her, he

My heart feels warm, but it throbs and hurts.

The old lady nodded and said, "Indeed."

The wind chime at the door suddenly rang, making a crisp ringing sound.

Murong Fu raised his head sensitively and looked at the bell.

It was a treasure that the Murong family had hung in front of their house for generations to ward off evil spirits.

The wind chime would not ring for no reason, but it made a violent ringing sound when Ye Zhikuang's body stepped across the threshold.

The old lady and Murong Fu both looked at the wind chime at the door fiercely.

Ye Zhikuang and Murong Tiantian also stopped.

Ye Zhikuang looked back at the violently swaying wind chime, but his heart sank. There were bursts of pain on the back of his hand, and the dragon-shaped figure on his back glowed with black light.

She shrank her hand and hid her left hand under her sleeve.

I don’t know why I want to hide my hands, it’s just a conditioned reflex that makes me do it.

Murong Tiantian was a child who always talked when she wanted to. When she saw the wind chime ringing, she suddenly walked to the door, stood under the wind chime and said, "Why is the wind chime ringing? Could it be that something evil has invaded our home?"

After hearing this, the old lady took a deep breath and stamped the floor heavily with her crutch to stabilize her body.

Murong Fu's eyes darkened, he quickly came to the wind chime, reached out and flicked it under the wind chime, and then the bell stopped.

He lowered his head, looked at the beautiful woman standing in front of him, smiled at her and said, "The wind was too strong, so it's not surprising that it was shaken."

"But……"

"Tiantian, do you treat guests like this?" Murong Tiantian wanted to say something else, but Murong Fu said softly.

Murong Tiantian knows better than anyone else that the wind chimes in Murong's house will not ring no matter how strong the wind blows. They will only make such a sound when they come into contact with evil objects.

The old lady also said nothing. Looking at Ye Zhikuang's figure, she felt more and more something was wrong.

Is that girl really not her child?

But she clearly remembered that when she was dying, even the child in her arms died under her sword.
Chapter completed!