Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

Song Bo stood alone in front of the tombstone, his black suit neat and clean, not the slightest bit of rain, the whole person at ease.

"You've finished your task, and it's a proper death."

With that, song Bo turned around and planned to leave.

Mu Ziqin hurriedly pushed ten thousand Yi Shao Yao, "do we want to start now?" After a while, without any response, mu Ziqin looked back, only to find that Wan Yi Shao's eyes were looking at the front, his fingers were stiff, and the whole person seemed to be fixed.

Time Linggen.

Just at a glance, mu Ziqin has understood what happened. If there is no accident, it should be that time is still.

The spirit power will disappear in half an hour, and everything will be calm. No one will find anything abnormal, and then do his own actions.

But it is obvious that the spiritual power of the housekeeper is under mu Ziqin, otherwise mu Ziqin should be blocked by the spiritual power and be in a rigid state.

Mu Ziqin gritted his teeth and opened the door.

Although the spirit root of time is strong, it can even stop time and save one's own life when it is in danger, but the spiritual power consumed is also huge. In the earth with scarce spiritual power, if the housekeeper wants to use the time stillness again, it will probably be more than ten years later.

In other words, the housekeeper now has no self-protection ability except the power of normal people.

Two ordinary old people are not her opponents at all. Mu Ziqin stands in front of them without expression, blocking each other's way.

Mu Ziqin narrowed his eyes slightly and chose to be the first to be the second to be the second. Hello

Because of his old age, song Bo's dark eyes flashed a touch of light. Mu Ziqin almost didn't notice the speed.

Song Bo's hoarse voice trembled and said, "my child, are you back?"

Mu Ziqin said calmly, "I don't understand what you mean. I'm the wife of your grandson Wan Yi Shao Yu. My name is mu Ziqin."

"Mu Ziqin?" Song Bo asked, murmuring in a low voice and wondering, "aren't you Yao'er? I remember wrong? "

Mu Ziqin didn't answer, but he looked surprised.

Song Bo, who didn't get a response, didn't care. He continued with a smile, "when I changed you, you still liked the name very much. Instead of choosing other identities, you became a servant girl. But fortunately, your young lady treats you like her own sister. "

Hearing this, mu Ziqin was shocked. Aren't these her previous life?!

Why would an old man in seclusion know?!

Forced to bury the doubts in his heart, mu Ziqin pulled the corners of his mouth and said awkwardly: "do you recognize the wrong person? It's my first meeting with you today. "

"It doesn't matter." Song Bo said with a smile, "you will come back to me sooner or later. Now it's just not time. "

Mu Ziqin wants to continue to pretend to be confused, but song Bo seems to understand her affectation very well. He always has a kind smile, which makes mu Ziqin feel numb.

That kind of smiling eyes, obviously reveals the unspeakable words, time gradually passed, time static crowd has not had time to recover, the rain on the head has fallen down.

Mu Ziqin was suddenly in a trance. The old man with a smiling face was away. Then she fell to the ground.