Along this passage, you soon emerge from the cage-like Empress Temple.

A few people looked up and saw that it was indeed a road in Huashan: a 90-degree vertical hanging ladder leading directly to the top of the mountain, which was dangerous and dangerous.

Fortunately, none of the three of them were afraid of heights, but when climbing up, Ling Ziyue insisted on letting Han Muxue go in front so that he could rely on him below.

There were gusts of cool breeze at my feet, and the wind in the valley became a reminder of life on this steep cliff. From time to time, it would turn into a long-pitched whistle, making people's hair stand on end.

The most terrifying thing is that there is only one upward hanging ladder. Because the drizzle is still falling, it has not stopped at all. It is very slippery. If you are not careful, you will drop it and disappear from this world.

The three of them remained silent and did not dare to be distracted in the slightest. They just focused on the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet.

Han Muxue could feel that every time she climbed, there was a pair of warm hands supporting her limp waist. With every step she took, she felt more at ease.

The climb of more than half an hour is by no means too long.

The three of them had some skills and skills. After reaching the top, they couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief and rested on the spot for a long time.

"So, Jiaming's first love fell here."

The terrifying wind in his ears suddenly became shrill. Han Muxue took a deep breath, and her entire chest was filled with sadness. The so-called resentment was piled up one after another.

"Let's go, find a way to get out first."

They are not completely out of trouble yet, and the current situation does not allow them much time to feel sad.

"Um."

Han Muxue responded softly, folded her arms, faced the wind on the mountain, and walked through the weeds half a person's height.

The sky gradually became brighter, but due to the branches stretching out wildly and the water vapor, it turned a strange blue-gray color.

Looking at the sea of ​​blue flowers that were gradually becoming more lush, Han Muxue's uneasiness once again occupied her entire chest.

"Do you think someone is watching us?"

"Where?"

Han Yang immediately rushed towards the suspicious flower bush, and after a lot of tossing, no one was there.

"I don't know, I just feel weird."

She always felt that these flowers had eyes, and they were staring at their every move ruthlessly and coldly.

Perhaps, when they go deep into the hinterland, these flowers will really start to move.

It's not the force of the wind, but their own will.

Of course she would not directly tell the two men around her that the "people" she was monitoring were the flowers around her.

She didn't want the two most important people in her life to have wild thoughts and fears.

Even if this is true.

"Sister, are you okay? You look so bad."

After walking for a while, Han Yang finally couldn't help but stop and care about his sister's condition.

Han Muxue had white lips and a pale face. The flower in front of her eyes had begun to twist, and an evil vine was stretched out towards her.

"don't want!!"

She used her last bit of strength to push the two men away, and then she felt herself being pulled into a black whirlpool, completely losing consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was already lying in her room.

Familiar sheets, familiar layout.

Incredulously, she sat up from the bed and looked around carefully, looking familiar yet a little unfamiliar.

What do the medical equipment and various first aid supplies on the table mean?

You were clearly on the mountain behind that weird village just now, why did you come back in the blink of an eye?

Could it be?

She was slightly excited and almost rushed out of bed. She staggered a few steps and almost fell down. She came to the mirror, calmed her mind, raised her head solemnly, fixed her eyes, and looked into the mirror.

The woman in the mirror looked a little haggard and had deep dark circles under her eyes, which meant that she had not rested well at all.

Her hair is also messy, but her extraordinary temperament and stunning appearance not only do not diminish it by half, but also add a lot of softness and charm.

Fufeng sick willow is charming.

She sighed, a little disappointed, but she still thought too much.

My original body was buried in the sea of ​​​​fire long ago, and there are no bones left. How can I still return to my original body?

"Sister Xue'er!! You finally woke up!"

The door opened with a creak.

Xiaoyun woke up and screamed, making the small room suddenly become crowded.

"Snow!"

"Mother!!"

Chen Lai, who was the most arrogant, ran very fast with the children, with runny noses and tears, one big and one small, one hugged the waist, the other hugged the legs, hugging them tightly, crying loudly, Gu Yan could clearly feel the people around him

The air pressure dropped suddenly, and he couldn't help but shiver. He subconsciously pulled off the one who was particularly ignorant, and turned around to face Mr. Ling, smiling awkwardly and flatteringly.

"Mom just woke up and her body has not fully recovered yet. Come on, Nian Nian, let's let mom go back to bed and have a good rest, okay?"

Ling Ziyue knelt down and first comforted his daughter who was still crying heartbrokenly. He picked up the little angel with one hand and used his other strong arm to support Han Muxue's top-heavy body. The scene of a family of three together.

It's quite cozy.

"Okay, now that everyone is awake, let's go back and rest early. With so many people here, it's hard for Xue'er to rest. I can just stay here and take care of her."

Ling Ziyue's calm and magnetic voice echoed in the room. It had special magic power. Everyone followed the instructions. The only one who objected, Chen Lai, was once again stopped by Gu Yan. He covered his mouth and dragged him away, and even

He closed the door thoughtfully and allowed them to be alone as a family.

"Didn't you promise me not to tell everyone that I'm back?"

After everyone dispersed, Han Muxue sorted out her chaotic thoughts and frowned slightly, feeling a little blamed and worried.

"What don't you tell?"

Ling Zi blinked more and more, his expression looking very confused.

"My current public identity is Ye Ningyu."

She had been in a coma for a while, but she had not completely forgotten her original identity and the situation she was in.

"No, mom, you have always been called by this name, Han Muxue. Dad loves mom, so I call her Ling Nianxue!"

The crisp, childish voice made her start to fall into doubts.

"How is it possible? I lost my memory for a while. In Laozhai, it was my boss who saved me and asked me to come to C City to find you and let you..."

"What do you want me to do?"

In desperation, she hurriedly spoke and almost told the truth. Ling Ziyue's sharp eyes shot over, like two sharp swords that pierced people's hearts. Han Muxue had no choice but to brake immediately, lowered her head, and prayed for what had just happened.

, Ling Ziyue can forget it now.

Just like she was now.

After a few seconds of silence, Ling Ziyue seemed not to pursue the matter to the end.

Han Muxue's hanging heart was finally relieved.

She still lowered her head, burying it deeply, like an ostrich that didn't want to face it.

Suddenly, she felt huge guilt in her heart.

He will understand.

She was sure in her heart, and she was sure again and again, as if she was convincing herself.

"Xue'er, from now on our family will never be separated again, okay?"

The man's warm breath came from above her head, and Han Muxue could feel Ling Ziyue's arm pulling her into his arms again.

Fingertips are hot.

He held her in his arms with restraint and tenderness.

Not as strong as in the past, but a little more cautious.

As if he was afraid of crushing her.

Once it is broken, it no longer exists and cannot be put back together.

Tears welled up in Han Muxue's eyes.
Chapter completed!