Chapter 1185 (1/2)

”Third uncle!”

Always calm as Cang Yue, he was also rarely nervous and excited.

She followed Su Qingli and looked for familiar people in the crowd. She had been separated for several years.

Jun Mu Qian held the book of life and death, stabilized his mood, looked up and saw a familiar figure.

She saw JunShang, Yunyi, the people of the protoss, the seven families of all souls who had been cleaned by her, and the divine hunting led by Miss ting.

She even saw the old man of Feng family who had instructed her on the way of spiritual talisman. Even if she couldn't remember his name, she could still remember his face.

Everyone is back.

This is not a dream.

It's true.

Their faces still carry the vicissitudes and pain of the past few years after suffering in the infernal hell, but everyone is smiling, no matter how bitter they are.

They talked and shared each other's joy.

Jun Muqian saw those familiar people hugging together. He was unwilling to let go, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

For the rest of my life, I will see the light.

Her eyelashes drooped and her heart twitched.

”Sister?”

At this time, an extremely small voice came into her ears, with some doubt.

Jun Mu looked up.

The little girl stood timidly next to the gate, as if she didn't dare to come out. She only poked her head and whispered, ”yes... Is it your sister?”

”It's my sister.” Jun Mu's throat rolled. She went over, leaned over, touched the little girl's head and smiled, ”Nuan is so tall that she's about to catch up with her sister.”

At the time of parting, Mu Nuan reached her shoulder. Now she is only half a head shorter than her. People are taller and open.

In a trance, Jun Mu found that the time in recent years was neither short nor long.

Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year.

Everything is changing.

”Sister, I didn't give up practicing.” Mu Nuan finally settled down, happily hugged him and blushed, ”I'm already the Supreme God, eh, no, no, better than the Supreme God, but what's my name...”

When the little girl's concept was still in the land of all souls, she didn't know that she was in the wilderness now.

”It's called Zhenxian.” Jun Mu smiled. ”It's really warm. I'm a Zhenxian at such a young age.”

After a pause, she repeated, ”that's nice.”

Yes, everything is fine.

The catastrophe of the collapse of the mainland seems to have never happened. The sky is the same blue, with stars, moon, clouds and wind, but some people... Can't come back.

Mu Nuan blinked: ”is my sister very sad? My sister's heart is crying. It's so sad. I'm also very sad after reading it.”

”Hmm?” Jun Mu was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered that Mu Nuan had some mysterious ability to see through the hearts of the people, which was different from observing words and colors or peeping at the heart.

Mu Nuan shook the hand of the woman in Purple: ”what's your sister crying for?”

Miraculously, at this moment, Jun Muqian suddenly felt that a clear stream poured into her yuan God along her wrist, which shocked a lot of depressed emotions and made her heart comfortable. She was not so tired of the world and almost lost the idea of life.

What is this?

Jun Muqian pressed down his doubts and patiently explained, ”my sister's good friend has gone to a far place. My sister doesn't know how to get her back now.”

Mu Nuan nodded in ignorance: ”that sister doesn't cry. I can help her find it.”

”OK.” Jun Mu Qian smiled silently, ”thank you for being warm first.”

She will find Ying Zijin, and she will never believe that this is the end of death.

Even if she is poor and blue and looks for huangquan, she will find Ying Zijin back.

Jun Mu took a deep breath.

I don't know whether the Tibetan king has restored his memory and strength, and which of these thousands of people.

She must ask what kind of situation Ying Zijin is now from the mouth of the Tibetan king, but who will be the Tibetan king?

Jun Mu Qian glanced at the crowd and tightened his eyebrows,

”Little childe.” at this time, Su Qingli suddenly ran over with an unprecedented look of anxiety, ”Fusu, he's gone.”

”Gone?” Jun Mu's light look changed. ”What's the matter?”

She absolutely let everyone out, except those wandering souls who had been thrown into the infernal hell.