It has been three full days.

Ever since Huan'er fell ill three days ago, people have been trying to save his life.

But the child's face became increasingly pale...

The old lady was shouting and anxious at the same time!

Sudden!

The old man suddenly retracted his hand!

He staggered back two steps!

"Old lady...young master...young master is gone...!"

"What did you say?!" The old lady became unsteady and almost fell to the ground!

The expression on that slightly weathered face was completely broken...

"Huan'er, my Huan'er..."

It is at this time.

There were bursts of sounds from outside!

"Mother, we are back!"

Outside the door, Mo Wuhen was supporting Murong Mingyue, whose face was red and swollen, and stepped into the room.

Mrs. Mo turned her head.

The angry face shows killing!

His eyes were firmly fixed on Murong Mingyue!

A crutch hit him hard!

"Things that cannot be put on the table! Murong Mingyue! Huan'er has been calling for mother for the past two days! But what about you? Where have you been!! Huan'er is now...now gone!"

Mo Wuhen was originally filled with joy because he invited Master Yue Slaughter.

Now, after hearing this.

I just felt like the world was spinning!

Huan'er is gone?

Murong Mingyue's eyes widened in shock.

Regardless of the pain from the crutches, he rushed forward.

She lay on the bed and looked at Huan'er beside the bed.

Whispering in his mouth——

"Huan'er, my Huan'er, it's impossible! How could Huan'er die?"

The whole room seemed to be immersed in an extremely sad atmosphere...

main entrance.

Yue Qingchen frowned slightly and looked at the scene in the room.

After his eyes passed over the child who seemed to have expired on the couch.

Sighed slightly.

This child...

Rather pitiful.

Just when Murong Mingyue was still throwing herself at the edge of the bed, crying and crying.

Yue Qingchen's expression changed.

Lift your feet and walk forward——

"This...it seems like he's not dead yet..."

In fact, Yue Qingchen was really unwilling to help Murong Mingyue.

However, there was an innocent child on the bed.

In this case, she didn't hesitate at all.

After Yue Qingchen finished speaking, the group of people in the room all looked over in shock.

Mrs. Mo, in particular, stared at the man in white standing by the door in astonishment.

All I could see was that she was dressed in elegant white clothes.

Three thousand hairs, neatly tied up with golden crowns.

Her face was covered by a golden mask, revealing only a pair of stern eyes.

Her voice, at this moment, sounded low and hoarse in the air.

Mrs. Mo looked at her and was suddenly startled!

As for Mo Wuhen, he also instantly forgot his sadness.

He thought of the people he invited back.
Chapter completed!