My wife is not a demon

The queen mother, who was tired all day, sat lazily by the pool.

Her jet-black hair was slightly damp.

The delicate skin blends with the pool water, which is unspeakably beautiful, just like a beautiful picture scroll.

Beside the pool was some information passed on from Dongzhou, the Queen Mother only glanced at it a few times, and then casually threw it aside.

She picked up Chen Mu's story collection and read it with relish.

This is the seventh story.

It tells a poignant story named Meng Jiangnu.

The story is shorter than before, but still evocative and sad.

The magnificent queen mother was reading carefully, while kicking the warm pool water casually, the white gauze was soaked by the water and floated on the water.

After reading the story, she stared at the steaming mist in the pool, dazed.

"Queen Mother, Elder Feng from Destiny Valley is asking to see you."

After a while, the voice of the female officer came from outside the tent.

The Empress Dowager didn't seem to hear, she just sat there in a daze, her gaze fell on the fair-skinned Shengxue's calf with alluring curves.

She scooped up water casually and sprinkled it on her lap.

Water droplets overflowed, sliding over the slender and straight calves, and sliding over the creamy little feet, it was extremely attractive.

And her expression was still thinking.

His gaze was erratic.

The female officer stood quietly outside, not daring to make a sound.

After a long time, the Empress Dowager took off the gauze from her body, slowly immersed herself in the pool, her hair was spread on the water like seaweed, and said calmly: "Tell him, Xiao Yuer won't go to the Valley of Destiny."

At the end, he added: "If they dare to touch Xiao Yu'er's hair, Aijia doesn't mind stepping down the Valley of Destiny!"

Chapter 306 The stone road is foggy, and my father is complaining!

The sky was getting darker.

The scattered clouds slowly sink, and the entire quiet mountains are shrouded in the bleak sunset.

The deep and holy calm of evening pervades all around.

Everything gradually dissolves into pitch black.

Chen Mu stood on the top of a desolate mountain, his knees were covered by weeds.

If it weren't for the abandoned yard almost covered by weeds and vines in front of it, it would be hard to imagine that this place used to be a village.

Dust-free village!

Chen Mu was convinced that he had gone to the right place.

But compared to the serenity and bustle before he came here, what he saw now was a village that had been deserted for a long time.

A deaf old lady at the entrance of the village.

A beautiful and simple village girl.

Grumpy old man.

Children playing in the courtyard...

All gone.

Everything seems to be a dream, imprinting a clear but extremely unreal scene in the memory.

Walking along the barely recognizable mountain road, Chen Mu entered this village that was wiped out of the world by a fire nine years ago.

Perhaps it is a psychological effect, there is a faint smell of burning in the breath.

Not pungent, but a little nauseating.

There was a dead silence around the village.

It's like being immersed in an abandoned world.

Even the sound of insects and birds is hard to hear.

Only the slight click of Chen Mu stepping on the branches and bushes was left, echoing in the belated night.

Lonely, yet weird.

Occasionally, a gust of cold wind blows by, causing the leaves on the ground to rustle.

The 'something beyond the sky' under Chen Mu's sleeve is wriggling on the skin of his arm in the form of black liquid, sensing the danger around him.

As it went deeper, burned houses gradually appeared in the field of vision.

Wells covered by weeds, stone statues buried in rubble, occasional pieces of broken clothes...

Chen Mu took out the lighting beads given by Yun Zhiyue and walked slowly.

His nerves are always tense.

The hairs on his neck stood on end with the wind blowing.

Anyone who walks alone in such a deserted village under the dark sky will suffer mentally and spiritually.

The distant mountains look like giants under the dark sky, overlooking them.

Click!

The cracked firewood was trampled into two pieces by Chen Mu.

His sight fell on an abandoned yard nearby.

The courtyard that had been deserted for nine years was already shrouded in the shade of trees, and nothing could be distinguished except for a few sections of black-painted low walls.

The huge canopy covered the sky and the sun, and thick vines hung down from the sky.

There are broken bricks and rocks everywhere, like an illusion of the end of the world.

But Chen Mu recognized this courtyard very strangely—it was the place where the village girl named Yaya lived.