Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass can be rewarded with three springs

The Zhenjun Temple was dark and cold as usual, and now, even the God of Grass Head who usually guarded the door and patrolled around was gone, leaving the temple without even the last bit of life.

The visitor kept walking and went straight into the temple.

The temple that lost its owner was colder than usual, silent and dead, like a dead city.

Passing left and right, people who come and go are familiar with the way and go straight to the secret room in the apse.

Light the long letter lamp, and the candlelight illuminates the girl's calm and indifferent face.

The secret room was still the same one, but it no longer had that warm atmosphere. The girl knew that its owner would never come back.

The secret room has obviously been tidied up, the files on the case and the cauldron on the couch table are gone, and there is no one on the bed.

However, those are not the girl's goals.

Go straight to the cabinet, the ban is still there.The girl lifted the restriction without hesitation, and directly opened the penultimate drawer. The burnt bamboo wind chime and the long-lived golden lock were still there.Pick up the two things and put them into the sleeves.

When she reached the last drawer, the girl's hand paused, but it was only a moment of hesitation, and then she yanked the drawer open.

In the drawer, the red clothes and the jade wind chime were still there, however, there was something extra beside the jade wind chime.

That is also a wind chime, a wind chime made of a string of shells.

Picking up the shell wind chime tremblingly, no matter how strong Ren girl is, at this moment her heart feels like a knife is twisted.Finally, a teardrop slipped silently from the corner of the eye and landed on the strong word "heart" at the top of the wind chime, and a broken flower fell out...

But at this moment in Yaochi, the Taishang Laojun just couldn't tell because he was suffering, and suddenly another person rushed in with a loud shout.This time, it was Chen Xiang who was called, but it was not in the same happy and surprised tone as the eighth prince, but with soaring resentment and killing intent.

"Liu Chenxiang, pay back my father's life!"

The cold light came, but Chen Xiang was no longer that incompetent mountain village boy, he raised his ax and knocked people aside.

As expected, it was the younger sister who came.

After waking up, the little girl saw Yang Jian's dead body. Even though she was out of control, and the only big girl who could comfort her was not around, she couldn't stop her with the strength of Master Yu Ding alone, so she was killed by her and came to find Chen Xiang revenge.

After seeing Chen Xiang, the younger sister's overwhelming hatred became more and more irresistible, she raised her sword and rushed towards Chen Xiang, but after all, the difference in mana between the two was too great, so how could the younger sister be Chen Xiang's opponent, she was knocked into the hands of Chen Xiang within a few blows The sword and the ax are between the necks.

The little girl's eyes were blood red, and she looked at Chen Xiang as if she wanted to choose someone to devour.

"Liu Chenxiang, if you are capable, kill me together today, otherwise, I, Yang Xiaoer, swear to the sky, I will never die with your Liu family!"

Although Sanshengmu was in grief, she loved her son deeply after all, and when she saw someone trying to kill her son, she immediately came to her senses.After seeing the little girl clearly, she couldn't help but be surprised: "It's you?" Sanshengmu had seen the little girl, and the older girl couldn't stop Chen Xiang's determination to save her mother, so she took the little girl to meet the Sanshengmu.Even after all these years, San ShengMu did not forget this little girl whom she met once.

"You said... what's your name? Your father..." When the life of the big girl and the younger sister was revealed, the Sanshengmu was still under pressure on Mount Hua, but she didn't know the life of the younger sister.Even the people present knew that the younger sister's real name was Yang Xiaoer.

The little girl raised her head and said proudly: "I am Yang Xiaoer. My father is Yang Erlang, and I am Yang Xiaoer of Yang Erlang's family!"

Bamei didn't know Xiaomei either. Hearing Xiaomei's words, she looked at Xiao Jinwu in surprise, and Xiao Jinwu nodded: "She is the daughter of Yang Jian and the former three princesses of Xihai."

The fourth princess hadn't fully recovered her mind, but she was not surprised when the younger sister's words came out, as if she already knew that the eldest girl and the younger sister were the daughters of Yang Jian and Cun Xin.

But when did she know?Why is she completely unimaged?Also, the little girl clearly only said that her father is Yang Jian, so why did she know that her mother was Cun Xin?Speaking of Cun Xin, why does she have a faint feeling that Cun Xin is dead?How is this possible, Cun Xin is still in the abyss of the West Sea, although life may be difficult, but she is still alive.

However, there was a voice that couldn't hide the sadness and heartbreak and told her: "Cun Xin, I'm dead..."

Dead... Cun Xin, dead...

who is it?Whose voice is it?Why can't she remember?The news of Cun Xin's death was such a big deal, how could she have no reflection at all? !

There seemed to be a void in my heart, trying to think back, but I couldn't think of anything, only a small dark room, so familiar...familiar...like the new house of Cun Xin and Yang Jian after they got married.But how is it possible, Cun Xin's room is not like that, that girl never treats her badly, the room is always furnished extremely comfortably, how could it be like that room, nothing but pitch black.

The more I thought about it, the more chaotic the thoughts in my head became. The Fourth Princess had not been alive for a long time, how could she stand up to such a torment, she immediately yelled, covered her head with her hands, and fell down in cold sweat.

"Sister, what's the matter with you?" Ao Chun was shocked, and couldn't care less about anything else, hugging the fourth princess and couldn't stop comforting her.

The young girl's arrogant appearance coincided with Yang Jian's shadow in memory, and the San Shengmu couldn't help reaching out her hand, wanting to touch the little girl's cheek.

The little girl tilted her head in disgust: "Don't touch me!"

Sanshengmu's sanity is already in a trance, and the younger sister has become Yang Jian in her eyes.

Her second brother told her in disgust, don't touch him.

Sanshengmu was startled on the spot, but she couldn't cry.