Supreme Divine Concubine

Chapter 1234 Mu Yixuan (01)

For the setting of Mu Yixuan, I have been the knight of the setting from the beginning, the most upright young man in this article. As a result, at the later stage of writing, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, so I just destroyed him like this.

Originally, I didn't plan to write Mu Yixuan's side story, because I felt that I really had nothing to write, but Kong Ling's two sentences made me suddenly know what to write, so let's not talk nonsense, and enter the main text.

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"Fall into darkness!"

The devil whispered in his ear, like the fragrance of poppies, tempting to fall into the dark abyss...

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After escaping from Emperor Xuanyin's capital in embarrassment, Mu Yixuan felt more confused about his future than ever before.

His eyes staring at the front were empty and lifeless. In one night, he lost his home and everything. From the once favored son of heaven to the current useless person, he was trampled upon by others.

hate it?

Can he hate it?

Guyun is dead!
Mu Yixuan's heart felt a stabbing pain, he couldn't help but curled up and fell to the ground, trying to relieve the pain in his heart with this posture.

"Wok Guo." An indistinct soft voice rang in Mu Yixuan's ears, and when Mu Yixuan opened his eyes, he saw Mu Tianxin struggling towards him, waving his short legs and hands.

There was worry in the big ignorant eyes.

Mu Yixuan forced a smile, raised his hand and rubbed Mu Tianxin's head, his voice was weak: "Don't worry, brother is fine."

He clenched his fists tightly, he couldn't fall down, he still had a younger sister, and his younger sister was the only relative he had left in this world, even if he risked his life, he would protect her to grow up carefree.

Mu Yixuan's dead heart was injected with vitality again because of Mu Tianxin, and this force supported him to get up from the ground again.

For his sister, he wants to live!

He hugged Mu Tianxin tightly in his arms, and tried his best to soothe his restless heart.

Mu Tianxin, who was young and inexperienced, couldn't understand the pain and struggle in his brother's heart. Seeing that his brother was finally willing to hug her, Mu Tianxin giggled.

What can a person who has no spiritual power and cannot cultivate do?

Mu Yixuan's heart was full of bewilderment. Apart from cultivation, he didn't have any skills, and when his father was alive, he was not allowed to focus on things other than cultivation.

There was no place to take them, so Mu Yixuan and Mu Tianxin boarded in a ruined temple. Besides them, there were three old beggars in the temple, one was lame, one was blind, and the other was broken. hands.

Mu Tianxin was afraid of them. Ever since she came to this ruined temple, she had been huddled in Mu Yixuan's arms, refusing to leave even half a step.

Mu Yixuan walked into the corner and tried his best to reduce the sense of presence. Now that he was seriously injured, he was not even the opponent of these three old beggars, so he could only try to avoid causing disputes.

The limped beggar sneered at Mu Yixuan's defensive look, then turned over and fell asleep with his head covered.

The only person in the temple who looked at the two brothers and sisters was the beggar who had lost his hands. His hands were cut off shoulder to shoulder, and his sleeves hung empty on his shoulders.

"Hey, new boy!" he yelled at the top of his voice.

Mu Yixuan hugged Mu Tianxin subconsciously, and looked up.

At this time, Mu Tianxin was extraordinarily well-behaved, nestling quietly in Mu Yixuan's arms.

"Which down-and-out son are you?" the man continued.

(End of this chapter)