Chapter 982 2.418 Inexplicable Sadness

When the figures of the three appeared again, there was already a small quiet bamboo forest in front of them.

This inheritance secret place is not big. Behind the bamboo forest are three small thatched huts. There is only a shallow stream flowing in front of the door. It really looks like a secluded place outside the world.

Quiet and quiet, quiet and shallow.

As soon as Qiao Mu entered this place, he took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace filling his heart.

No matter how many fights and killings outside, it has nothing to do with this place.

"Female benefactor, what should I do next?" The little monk had a slight worry in his brows and eyes.

Qiao Mu took a look, and immediately stretched out his hand to rub his little face, "You are young, and you look old-fashioned. My sister is there for everything. Don't worry, let's go and see this senior first."

After saying that, he took the round-headed little monk with one hand, walked into the small bamboo forest, and came to the front of the three small thatched huts.

Pushing away the master bedroom in the middle, a faint fragrance of Dan came to the face.

Qiao Mu's figure suddenly stopped, staring blankly at the withered bone on the bed, slightly dazed.

There was a bright red robe covering the dry bones, and he was sitting in a very upright posture.

For a moment, Qiao Mu seemed to see the woman in red, Lie Lie, who used to sweep away an army of tens of thousands of people with her strength alone.

"Female benefactor." The little monk reached out and shook the hem of her clothes.

Qiao Mu regained his composure, and looked down at Kong Kong with some straightened eyes.

"What’s wrong with you."

Qiao Mu shook his head, and subconsciously pressed his hand on his chest: Why did he suddenly feel out of breath. It was as if there was an invisible claw tightly grasping her heart, making her speechless for a while.

It seemed that at that moment, the sadness in my heart was beyond words, as if I wanted to vent it by crying.

Her eye circles suddenly turned red.

But why did she suddenly want to cry?

"Your expression is so sad, female benefactor." The little monk reached out and hugged her leg, rubbing against her leg, "You can hug me up."

Qiao Mu still looked a little dazed, but hugged the little bald head according to his words.

The little monk stretched out his arms to hug her neck, stretched out a small hand, put it on her face, and said solemnly, "Don't cry. I hate women crying the most!"

The desolate and sad atmosphere that was full of goodness almost disappeared after the words of the little monk.

Qingluan watched from the side, rolling her eyes speechlessly.

"Have you felt better?" The little monk's palm was filled with endless heat, and when it was pressed against her icy little cheek, it felt quite warm.

"This senior must have been dead for many years." The little monk looked back at the bed, "Look at her, she has a peaceful expression, with a hint of a smile on her face, she must have known that her fate was over."

Qingluan wanted to complain about the little bald head, where did your eyes come from, seeing this withered bone with a peaceful expression on it.

"Everyone will come to this point, unless you jump out of the destiny and be able to ignore the way of heaven."

"Female benefactor, don't be sad." The little monk comforted in a childlike voice, "Let's go up and see what this senior left to pass on to you! Since the senior opened the cave and let us in, it must be I left something for you."

Qingluan nodded, "Master, don't be sad. Let's go and have a look."

Qiao Mu's eyes were reddish, but he couldn't understand himself.

It's not the first time for her to face death directly, so why do she have mood swings?