Divine Concubine Supreme: Emperor, come and get me - Chapter 1234

As for the setting of Mu Yixuan, I was the knight from the beginning. This is the most upright and upward young man in this article. As a result, when I wrote it in the later stage, my mind flashed, so I broke him down.

Originally, I didn’t intend to write Mu Yixuan, because I felt there was really nothing to write, but Kong Ling’s two words suddenly let me know what to write. OK, no nonsense, enter the text.

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“Fall into the dark!”

The devil whispered in his ear, like the fragrance of poppy, tempting him into the dark abyss

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After fleeing from Xuanyin imperial capital, Mu Yixuan felt unprecedentedly confused about his future.

He stared at the empty eyes in front of him. Overnight, he lost his home and everything. He has changed from a proud son of heaven to a useless man, trampled by others.

Hate?

Can he hate?

Gu Yun is dead!

Mu Yixuan’s heart felt a pain like a knife twist. He couldn’t help curling up and falling to the ground, trying to relieve his pain in this position.

“Pot pot.” The vague soft waxy sound sounded in Mu Yixuan’s ear. Mu Yixuan opened his eyes and saw Mu Tianxin climbing towards him with his short legs and hands.

Ignorant eyes with worry.

Mu Yixuan pulled out a smile, raised his hand and rubbed Mu Tianxin’s head. His voice was weak: “don’t worry, brother is fine.”

He clenched his fist. He couldn’t fall down. He still had his sister. Her sister was the only relative he had left in the world. Even if he risked his life, he would protect her to grow up carefree.

Mu Yixuan’s dead heart was infused with vitality again because of Mu Tianxin. This force supported him to climb up from the ground again.

He wants to live for his sister!

He held the heart of heaven tightly in his arms and used all his strength to appease the restless heart.

The young Mu Tianxin couldn’t understand his brother’s inner pain and struggle. Seeing that his brother was finally willing to hold himself, Mu Tianxin giggled.

What can a person without spiritual power and cultivation do?

Mu Yixuan’s heart was full of confusion. In addition to cultivation, he had no skills, and when his father was alive, he was not allowed to focus on things other than cultivation.

There was no place to take in their brother and sister. Mu Yixuan boarded with Mu Tianxin in a broken temple. In addition to them, there were three old beggars in the temple, one lame, one blind, and the other broke his hand.

Mu Tianxin was afraid of them. Since she came to the broken temple, she has been shrinking in Mu Yixuan’s arms and refused to leave.

Mu Yixuan walked into the corner and tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. Now he is seriously injured and is not even the opponent of the three old beggars. He can only try to avoid disputes.

The lame beggar looked at Mu Yixuan with a defensive look and sneered, then turned over, covered his head and slept.

The only one who looked at their brother and sister in the temple was the beggar who had broken his hands. His hands were cut off shoulder to shoulder, and his two sleeves hung empty on his shoulders. He was unkempt and could not see anything.

“Hey, new boy!” He shouted at the top of his voice.

Mu Yixuan subconsciously hugged Mu Tianxin and looked up.

At this time, Mu Tianxin was very clever and snuggled quietly in Mu Yixuan’s arms.

“Are you the son of a poor family?” The man continued.