Chapter 1257 (1/2)

Time, such as white horse gap.

In a flash, several decades later, when mu Qingge stepped on this land again, looking at the scenery that is not unfamiliar, the heart rises with emotion.

After returning from Loulan Island, she did not return to jiuchongtian, but directly tore up the space and returned to the middle ancient world.

As for the voice of thanks, she just laughed it off.

As the emperor Zhongshan said, she asked for the elite of the two clans to enter the Daoguang together, not only to improve the overall strength, but also to buy people's hearts.

She needs prestige, and only if she has enough prestige can she control the people.

However, her desire is not due to the expansion of power, but because she can foretell the future, which is not as simple as the gods think.

In the sky, a lot of snowflakes are falling, and the mountains and rivers are wrapped in silver clothes.

Mu Qingge is in the snow, reaching out to pick up the snow, whispered in his mouth: ”did not expect, now is the winter of the middle ancient world.”

Her body, already unafraid of the cold, these snowy scenes, in addition to making her feel beautiful, nothing else.

Falling snow, in Mu light song palm open, become crystal clear water.

Mu light song hook lips a smile, some emotion.

The middle ancient world and the land of gods and demons were originally the boundary that could not be crossed. With the growth of her cultivation, now she can come and go freely.

I haven't seen my relatives for decades. Are they OK?

Suddenly, muqingge is very lucky!

I'm glad that her relatives are all practitioners and have a long life. Otherwise, if ordinary people, when she comes back decades later, I'm afraid they can only see a pile of dead bones.

Take back the hand, mu Qingge walk on the snow and go towards the star city.

Her speed is very fast, but in an instant, she has already crossed thousands of miles. After a few seconds, she can see the outline of the falling star city.

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In the falling star city, Jinghai stands on the wall, watching the training of the army on the school field. Decades of time, let him from green and astringent to mature, childish also into stable.

”My Lord, this is the tax increase just sent.” A steward, holding a file, handed it to Jinghai.

Jinghai did not take over, just told: ”send to my study, I will deal with it later.”

The steward stepped down according to his word.

Jinghai went down to the city wall. All the people here called him an adult. The people of the Jingjia family in Zhongzhou called him Shaozhu.

In his heart, in the hearts of all the citizens of the Star City, there is only one Lord of the city, muqingsong.

Snowflakes fall, falling in every corner of the falling star city.

Jinghai went to the huge statue in the city, and everywhere he passed, people would respectfully smile at his jaw head, and he would also smile.

The huge statue standing in the city of falling star is a kind of light song.

After she left, the people of Luoxing City, according to their memory, carved it with concerted efforts, standing here, implying that she is the patron saint of the city.

At the foot of the statue, there are many children playing and playing. They hold some flowers that they don't know where they are warm. After playing, they put the flowers neatly under the statue's feet.

Jinghai stood at a distance of ten feet from the statue, looked up at the vivid face and murmured in his heart. ”Drillmaster, when will you come back to have a look? Did you forget the star city and the sea? ”