But every time he went to look for her, he would always take a step at night, and then the two passed by each other.

During this period, because he had to deal with some things himself, he didn't know much about Qingqian's whereabouts, but he never gave up on the idea of ​​finding her.

His only sister.

His dearest relative.

"But, this time, it's a pain for you."

Xuanyuan Jin frowned, "Your Excellency, is this necessary? Is there no other way?"

"Only the rosy blood can open the altar, right?"

"But he is romantic..."

"I know that although he has been away for many years, he is the most outstanding and promising among your many descendants."

Xuanyuan Jin frowned and felt a little painful for no reason.

"You have a deep affection for Mrs. Songxue. Although she has lived for many years, you still have no regrets about her.

Fengliu is the only child of you and Mrs. Songxue. If there is no colorful fire, Fengliu will definitely be the most suitable heir to the ghost clan.

You have never believed that the child died over the years and have been searching hard. I know all of these."

Mu Qiye's words made Xuanyuan Jin feel even more uncomfortable.

"But think about the ghost clan again..."

Xuanyuan Jin looked up at Mu Qiye with a very ugly expression.

"If you were asked to give up the future of the ghost clan and choose to protect the romantic, would you?"

"I..." Xuanyuan Jin hesitated for a moment.

"Three days later, it will be the time when the altar is secretly opened. Think about whether you will bring the romantic flow here."

Seeing Mu Qiye leaving, Xuanyuan Jin said, "I will definitely not let you down."

What does this sentence mean? Mu Qiye knows very well.

Sometimes, power and family affection are difficult to achieve both.

Xuanyuan Jin finally chose the right...

——

Bingyao has been resting in Mu Qingqian's snow drill space. Because she came out a lot a few days ago, and when she saw Gusu, she was a little excited, which caused her to faint directly in the space.

When he woke up again, Bingyao was woken up by a whistle sound of flute.

The sound of the flute is melodious and the tune is clear and unforgettable, just like what she heard when she was a child.

"It's the sound of my brother's flute." Bingyao's mind was a little confused. She left the space without notifying Mu Qingqian.

I looked in the direction of the sound of the flute.

"Brother." In the quiet suburbs of Tianchi City, deep in the woods, Bei Ming Luoyun jumped down from the trunk, looking at Gusu standing in front of the tree and playing the sound of the flute.

She called out sweetly.

When she walked towards Gusu, she smiled at the corners of her mouth.

After finishing the song, Gusu held the jade flute and looked at the girl who was slowly walking towards her.

Different faces and different temperaments.

Even the sound of "Brother", he felt different.

But I have investigated many times. Bei Ming Luoyun is Bingyao's reincarnation, and it is not bad at all.

Probably because of reincarnation?

Gusu touched Bei Ming Luoyun's head intimately, like a qualified elder brother, "Are you familiar with this song?"

"Maybe it's because of reincarnation that I have forgotten what happened before, but... I vaguely feel familiar. Is this song of great significance to me?"
Chapter completed!