Chapter 4359 5.0111 Meet

"Yunyuan, this is where your mother lives." Mrs. Long took the little princess's hand and whispered softly, "You? But are you going to take a look now?"

Qiao Mu glanced at her and shook his head indifferently, "No need."

"So many years have passed, why rush at this moment." The face paralyzed turned around and walked up, without turning his head.

Prince Mo frowned slightly, feeling a little regret in his heart.

Knowing that Qiao Qiao was so unhappy after he came to Wangchuan, he should not have promised his father to bring Qiao Qiao to such a sad place.

This is only the first day of Wangchuan, and Qiaoqiao has been sad many times.

Mo Lian was in a bad mood, and naturally it was not pleasing to the eyes of anyone.

Seeing Mrs. Long's family standing there in a daze, she couldn't help but said coldly, "Aren't you going to see the patriarch of the Long Clan of Wangchuan?"

"Ah, ah." Mrs. Long recovered, nodded with a smile, "Everyone please, please come this way."

The group walked through a vibrant and colorful garden, and went from the path to the front pavilion.

The water pavilion of the pool pavilion is reflected in a central lake, which looks a bit hazy.

Mu Xingchen and the others were a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, the deep seabed has such a strange scenery.

How is this different from being on land?

Qing Hongse couldn't help but reached out and touched the dewy grass, "It's true."

"Of course it's true." A young man from the Feng clan looked at her strangely, "This is a spiritual realm that forms a world of its own. It seems to be integrated with the outside world, but it is no longer in the same world."

Qingxuexue nodded and said, "The water mist shield we just passed through is the natural barrier that blocks the outside world from here."

Qiao Mu and Mu Xingchen stopped in front of the water pavilion.

I saw a dignified, old-fashioned woman in brocade clothes walking out of the terrace.

Although this old lady had frost-white hair on the temples and several ravines appeared on her face, her waist was straight.

She leaned on the ground with a scepter cut from a green branch in her hand, with a fist-sized black pearl inlaid at the top.

Behind the old lady was an elegant man in a green shirt. He had a sick face in the middle of the year. At first glance, he was weak and discordant, and he needed to be sick all the time.

The two met with Qiao Mu and his group, and the old woman's eyes instantly stayed on Qiao Mu's face.

It seems... through her frosty little face, she is looking at something far away.

The old lady didn't speak, but the sick man in the blue shirt behind her took a few steps forward with a look of excitement, looked at Mu Xingchen and Qiao Mu who were standing at the front, and said in a trembling voice, " Is it Xingchen and Jojo?"

"I, I'm your uncle, Long... Long Chuyu."

Qiao Mu was not as excited as Long Chuyu, nor was Mu Xingchen.

The two brothers and sisters just stared at the cheap uncle who suddenly appeared in front of them, and their expressions were extremely indifferent.

The old lady calmed down when she heard Long Chuyu's cry, and then she took back the distant gaze she put on Qiao Mu, and said lightly, "Come in with me, sit down and talk."

Qiao Mu looked at the old lady coldly, "You just looked at me."

"Did you see something?"

"See your poor daughter, your humble daughter?"

"Do you know how and where she died?"

Long Chuyu's face turned pale.