Chapter 982: 2.418 Inexplicable sadness

Chapter 982 2.418 Inexplicable Sadness
When the three figures appeared again, there was a quiet little bamboo forest in front of them.
This piece of inheritance is not big. There are three small cottages behind the bamboo forest, and there is only a shallow stream flowing in front of the door, which looks like a secluded place in the world.
Secluded and quiet, faintly light.
As soon as Qiao Mu entered the place, he took a deep breath, only feeling that his heart was filled with a sense of tranquility.
No amount of beatings outside have anything to do with this place.
"Female donor, what to do next." The little monk frowned slightly.
Taking a look, Qiaomu immediately reached out and rubbed his small face. "Young age, a mature look. I have an older sister in everything, so anxious, let's go and see this senior first."
Having said that, the little monk with a round head and a big head walked into the bamboo forest and came to the front of the three thatched cottages.
Pushing away the master bedroom in the middle, a faint Danxiang rushed towards him.
Suddenly, Qiaomu's figure paused, staring blankly at the dry bone on the bed, slightly faint.
The dead bone was covered with a large red robe, and the sitting posture was extremely positive.
For a moment, Qiaomu seemed to see the woman in red hunting and hunting down 10,000 people with her own power.
"Female donor." The little monk reached out and shook her hem.
Qiaomu calmed his eyes, and looked down with a straight look.
"what happened to you."
Qiaomu shook his head and pressed his chest subconsciously: Why suddenly there was a feeling of breathlessness. It was as if she had an invisible claw holding her heart tightly, leaving her speechless for a while.
It seemed that at that moment, the sadness in my heart was beyond words, as if I wanted to let out through crying.
Her eye circles suddenly turned red.
But why did she suddenly want to cry?
"Your expression is so sad, woman donor." The little monk reached out and hugged her leg, and nudged her. "Hold me up."
Arbor still looked a little dazed, but hugged the little bald head according to the words.
The little monk reached out and hugged her neck, stretched out a small hand, stuck it to her face, and said solemnly, "Don't cry. Little monk can't see a woman crying!"
The desolate and sad atmosphere was so good that the young monk spoke almost nothing.
Qing Yan looked at him, rolled her eyes silently.
"Is it better?" The little monk's palms were endlessly warm, and it was a little warm to stick to her chilly cheeks.
"This predecessor should have been dead for many years." The little monk glanced back at the bed. "You look at her with a calm expression and a smile, you must have known that you were dead."
Qing Ye some want to vomit a small bald head, where do you look at, see this dead bone expression calm down.
"Everyone will come to this step, unless you jump out of your destiny and be able to ignore it."
"Female donor, don't be sad." The little monk comforted milkily, "Let's go up and see what the senior left to pass on to you! Since it was the senior who opened the Dongfu for us to come in, that must I left something for you. "
Qing Ye nodded, "Master, don't be sad. Go and see."
Arbor's eyes were reddish, but in fact he couldn't understand himself.
This is not the first time she has faced death, why is there a mood swing?
(End of this chapter)