C61 (1/2)

Chapter 61 - Persuasion of Confessions (2)

Steamed Bun's eyes were sparkling. In his mind, he was already imagining how the countless Spirit Stone would pile up and enter the mountain while he himself sat among the Spirit Stone. How beautiful!

”Son? Son? What are you staring at? Why aren't you eating? ” Only when Mu Wanjun shouted again and again did the little bun regain her senses.

Mu Wanjun watched her son happily eating. She couldn't help but smile, and gently caress his little head.

How could she know that the little bun's mind had already flown to a certain place?

The afternoon sunlight was always somewhat dazzling, but through the layers of spiritual energy s that were like curtains, the light rays inexplicably became a bit softer.

When it spilled into the room, it dyed the entire room in a faint golden color.

Steamed Bun was peacefully sleeping on the bed while Mu Wanjun sat on the side of the bed. She gently caressed Steamed Bun's face.

Such a quiet and peaceful time, it was very warm for him.

Suddenly, Mu Wanjun frowned, she suddenly turned her head.

Even though the current her was only a friar in the bitter sea realm, her ability to perceive danger was stronger than others.

Just when she suddenly turned her head to look at the window, she saw an extremely faint shadow quickly floating past the window. That was not a human figure, but a figure that was several times faster.

It was extremely faint, so faint that it seemed to be shrouded by mist.

Mu Wanjun suddenly stood up, and rushed over, but at the same time, her hand had already pulled out a sharp dagger from her boots.

He stepped past the window, which was still ajar. There were no traces of danger outside.

Mu Wanjun's heart thumped, and she immediately turned back.

He saw a person standing beside the bed.

That person's entire body was bathed in sunlight. Her body was so light that it was almost transparent. Her entire body seemed more like a ball of mist.

”Who is it!”

Mu Wanjun's eyes turned cold as she suddenly spoke, ”If you dare to hurt him, I'll tear your corpse into ten thousand pieces!” If she wanted to hurt her son, he had to get past her!

The That person should be the Fog Man, he thought. He slowly turned around and looked at Mu Wanjun as she moved towards the shadow.

When he walked to the shadow, saw that his body, which was in a foggy state, had suddenly materialized.

A handsome man, slender and extremely thin, was wearing a white linen robe. The hood of the robe covered his head as well. He had taken off his hat at this critical moment.

It looked like a little Shame who was cultivating. However, he had a unique, indifferent aura about him.

He tilted his head slightly. ”Did I scare you?”

Mu Wanjun slowly moved his body and walked in front of Steamed Bun, protecting her son. Every muscle in her body tensed.

This kind of person made her feel too weird.