Naturally, the cold tombstone would not answer him.

Xin Yi frantically dug the masonry and dirt on the grave.

It had snowed, the soil was frozen harder than stone, and in a few moments his fingers were covered in blood.

"Mu Lan! You come out! Why lie to me? Even if the king of the north dies, I am willing to believe you, I have been waiting for you in the north for a year! Just wait until you send troops to exterminate my people, why ......"

The blood mixed into the dirt, melting the ice and snow little by little, but the huge tomb, sealed with masonry and mud, how could he dig it open with his hands?

Xin Yi's ten fingers almost peeled off the flesh, revealing snow-white bones.

Not far away, Van Lingshu stood in the shadows, looking at everything coldly.

It turned out that he really didn't know that Mu Hanyan was his child.

By mistake, several people were ruined at the same time.

She turned away coldly, unwilling to look more.

She took advantage of the night to sneak into Mu Xiao's room, her light ghost-like steps did not alarm anyone, she came to Mu Xiao's bed, took a look, and put the refined green elixir into his mouth.

The pill melted in his mouth, and the gray aura that shrouded Mu Xiao's face gradually dissipated.

Fan Lingshu breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at Mu Xiao with a little uneasiness in his heart.

Why throw away the corpse?

She inherited the demon bloodline, but it wasn't her fault, why?

She wanted to know the answer, but she was afraid that if she knew the answer, the affection she cherished would be shattered like burnt paper.

When did she become such a timid person?

Fan Lingshu suddenly blinked her left eye, and a light red light flashed out, and her hand was lightly pressed on Mu Xiao's forehead.

Fifteen years ago, in the North.

Mu Xiao, who succeeded him as the governor of the Western Regions at a young age, galloped on horseback and tightened the reins outside Mu Lanjun's camp.

He jumped off his horse with a little boy of two or three years old in his arms.

"Father, are you going to see your sister?" The young Mu Yunfei looked curious and yearning, and in his small hand, he was holding a small flower picked by the roadside, "I heard that there are two younger sisters!" ”

Mu Xiao didn't speak, his face was grim, as if a violent snowstorm was coming.

The people in Mu Lan's army came up to greet him, and when they saw him, they didn't dare to speak.

Mu Xiao handed Mu Yunfei to Shi Ying, who came to greet him, and strode towards Mu Lan's tent.

Turning a screen, Mu Lan leaned on a soft pillow, with two newborn babies beside her, and the smiles on her face were extremely happy.

"Big brother, you're here!" Seeing Mu Xiao, Mu Lan smiled even more happily, she was a natural beauty, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, with a bit of heroism, three or four points similar to Mu Hanyan.

As soon as she finished speaking, one of the little babies opened her mouth and began to cry, her voice weak and hoarse.

Mu Lan picked up the child with a distressed face, and coaxed softly: "Ling'er, don't cry, don't cry." ”

"Ling'er?" Mu Xiao glanced at the child, and his face sank.

Mu Lan, who was immersed in joy, also sensed the chill on her eldest brother's body, she said carefully: "Her name is Ling'er, and the other is called Yan'er, eldest brother, I know what I did wrong before, I will change it from now on, about Xinyi and the desolate people in the north, I will persuade them and let them return to Xuanyue Kingdom." ”

"You're naïve." A chill shrouded Mu Xiao's face, "You will never be able to convince Xin Yi and his people. ”

"Big brother, Xin Yi will consider the overall situation, although the king of the northern realm is dead, but the life and death of so many desolate people, he will be obedient!"