Chapter 392 (1/2)

Slowly, Su Zimo's head circled with the light of promotion.

Mu Yunxuan a look, dark eyes quickly flash through a touch of ecstasy.

The light disappears, Su Zimo slowly opens his eyes.

”Mo'er, another level has been added. In just three days, he has been promoted to three levels. At this speed, it is very possible to reach the peak of xuanhun level within one year.”

Mu Yun Xuan holds her to say excitedly.

”Such a promotion is too painful.”

Su purple Mo is not happy, pain into the heart! the pain penetrates even into the marrow! And this pain is all due to the spirit of this quenching.

At the thought that she suffered such a crime for the sake of killing the witch people, Su Zimo's cruel intention and hatred were intended to brew in her heart continuously.

if she could kill them, she would kill them thoroughly and never leave any future trouble.

Until all the breath in the body completely subsided, Su Zimo felt like he had survived.

”Mo'er, for the sake of our future, we should be patient. As long as you are promoted to the first level of Xuanwu, we can practice together. I will ask martial uncle later to see if he has any way to relieve the pain when you are promoted.”

After that, she can only open her eyes to comfort her.

”Damned Geng Leyu, in order to deal with her, I am suffering too unjustly.”

Su Zimo's beautiful face is full of hate and ferocity. Her bright eyes are also instantly cold, and the bottom of her eyes is as cold as bone marrow.

”And every time you get promoted, you don't have to wait for an hour or two before you get promoted. It's strange that Quercus is not the same. He's promoted instantly in battle.”

Su purple Mo to Mu cloud Xuan arms drill, he strong masculinity let her feel the heart.

Mu Yunxuan tenderly kisses her hair and removes the barrier method.

Su Zimo leans on him and keeps his eyes closed.

Outside the city gate, Qingfeng and Yang Jinpeng each ride a black horse.

At the gate of the city, Yang Jinpeng suddenly stopped.

Yang Jinpeng a white robe, experienced a lot of things, between the eyebrows is always showing a faint sadness.

Looking at the direction of the city gate, Yang Jinpeng has countless threads in his heart. As long as he steps into the palace, will he become another identity? He's here, isn't he the son your mother hates? Is he no longer the son of Yang Qingqing? Is it the son of Qin Mantian who has a strange track? Yang Jinpeng constantly asked himself.

After seeing Qingfeng, he realized that his mother had been bad to him all these years! As for Ji Yu, he was not his mother's son at all. Over the past 20 years, he tried every means to please a woman who killed his own mother. Yang Jinpeng thought that he was very funny and hated God's making such a big laugh for him.

Qingfeng took a look at Yang Jinpeng and knew that he was still hesitating in his heart. ”Childe, all of you are here. I shouldn't be hesitating. My predecessors haven't given up looking for you all these years.”

Qingfeng's voice was faint. He was not sad or happy. He didn't know what he was stimulated by. He even hid in the grassland tribe on the border. After finding him, it took him several days to persuade him to come back with him.

”What can a change of identity change?”

Yang Jinpeng has a barrier in his heart. He hopes, but he is afraid of being hurt again.

His voice is cold and thin, full of despair of the world, his eyes exude vicissitudes, and his eyes are far away.

”Childe, senior Qin is highly respected. For many years, he has been looking for the whereabouts of the young master. Can the appearance of the young master change anything? But can break the mirror to reunite, the true feeling is like a mirror, because the heart cares, the heart cares, the childe's appearance, will let the elder once burn the wound to heal again

Yang Jinpeng looked back at the green maple.

”You know, a person's trust is only once in a lifetime. Before me, no matter what my mother said, I still told myself that my mother loved me and was good for me! But at the end of the day, one of my heart suddenly cooled down. ”

”The young master insisted on what he thought was right. Why should he be so worried about the past?”

Qingfeng's voice is cold and cool. At least he has a father who is concerned about him. He and Jinghuai are orphans since childhood. They don't even know who their parents are? By comparison, he is much happier than them.

Yang Jinpeng took a deep breath. ”Yes, I insisted on what I thought was right, but in the end, I was hurt the most.”

”Do you want to give up

The figure of green maple is a bit cold.

”No, first deal with the mood, then deal with things, I know in my heart, fate will not treat who? If the pain has been suppressed, how can we make room in my heart to accommodate the warmth given by others? ”

”Since you have figured it out, let's go into the palace.”

Qingfeng's words are not much, but they can always tell the truth.”Well!”

Yang Jinpeng nodded, he has been warning himself, no matter what experience? We should strive to make themselves like colorless water, precipitation, clear, only do not avoid pain and confusion, people will be optimistic and firm.

Yang Jinpeng's lips suddenly gathered a smile. In the smile, it seemed to regain self-confidence, and with a full of expectations.

”Drive...”