C147

Chapter 147 - plum flower birthmark (2)

In all these years, she had always compared to Mu Wanjun, at all times. Whatever Mu Wanjun had, she had to think of a way to steal it, and even if she were to throw it away, she would not leave it for Mu Wanjun.

Her cultivation was the same as well. She had to be stronger than her! There would be a day when she would be able to take back everything that had happened with interest, and she would have to trample her beneath her own feet.

Mu Yanran released the Spiritual Energy from between her right forefinger and middle finger, and it seeped into the sword.

Slowly following her control, the sword rose up from the ground and floated in the air. Then, following her control, the sword shuttled back and forth in the air.

She was somewhat happy.

Just then, the spiritual energy went into chaos, and the sword suddenly flew out of her hands.

Mu Yanran immediately raised her Qi to go to the rooftop, only to see the sword scurrying towards the front.

She wanted to use the spiritual energy to control it, but the distance was too far and her spiritual energy was unable to catch up to the sword. At that moment, the sword was like an unmanned aerial vehicle, flying around randomly in the air.

When she saw the spiritual energy being exhausted, she saw that it landed in an unknown place.

Mu Yanran did not think that far, and followed along.

When she saw that his sword had landed in a courtyard, she immediately jumped down. Just as she was about to extend her hand to pick up his sword, she suddenly stretched out a hand from the other side.

Startled, she quickly retracted her hand.

Raising his head, he saw a familiar face.

"It's you!"

"It's you!"

Both of them were shocked.

Mu Yanran looked carefully in the direction again, and saw that she had unexpectedly arrived at the backyard of Chunyu Feng's mansion.

When he saw Mu Yanran again, the corners of Chunyu Feng's mouth rose slightly as he looked at her.

She was wearing only a thin white dress with her hair flowing behind her back. Her long hair fell down to her waist and her face was unpainted. She looked very pure and elegant. There was a natural flush on her face, and it was very sexy.

This was the true beauty of the world.

Dressed in a white dress, her clothes fluttering in the wind, she looked like a fairy that had fallen into the mortal world.

Chunyu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

As the light breeze brushed past Mu Yanran's hair, it caused a pure and honest wind to blow. A faint fragrance lingered in the air as took a deep breath, "It smells so good …"

His hand lifted up Mu Yanran's lower jaw. Such light movements, Mu Yanran did not resist or refuse.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Mu Yanran changed into a light and gentle voice, "I'm sorry for disturbing you, Fifth Master, but for some reason, my sword ended up in your courtyard, so please do not take offense to it."

called out in a hundred turns and a thousand times, circling Pure Yu Feng's heart.

"And here I thought that the fairy had fallen into the mortal world by mistake. So it was Third Sister-in-law." The night is cold, so sister-in-law shouldn't catch a cold. " Chunyu Feng said as he took off his cape and wrapped it around Mu Yanran.

His breath surrounded her.

Mu Yanran acted as if he was going to attack, Chunyu Feng nimbly hugged her body, and said, "Sister-in-law, be careful."

"Thank you, Fifth Master."

"Sister-in-law isn't feeling well, why don't you let me carry Sister-in-law away?" Chunyu Feng carried Mu Yanran and carried him to the room.

"Didn't Fifth Master say to send me back to Mu King Manor? "Why …" Why did he enter the room? He asked despite knowing the answer!

Chunyu Feng said, "Sister-in-law is not feeling well, why don't you come to my room to rest for a while first …"

"Good or bad …"

Under the moonlight, there was only an abandoned sword that was emitting a bit of a sad light in the garden.

Chunyu Hao woke up, but there was nothing by his side. He called out, "My wife …"

Mu Yanran coincidentally walked in from outside. The corner of her eyes had a trace of spring in them, and she looked very attractive. Chunyu Hao's heart stirred and he was about to rush over again. Mu Yanran dodged it.

"Stop messing around, I have something important to ask you."

Chunyu Haoyue kissed Mu Yanran a few times and then said with satisfaction: "What is it, my wife, please say it."

"Do you still remember Mu Ruixin?"

As he suddenly mentioned this name, Chunyu Hao was stunned for a moment before vaguely recalling that such a person had indeed appeared in his life.

And she was Mu Yanran's younger sister.

"Why did my wife mention her for no reason? Didn't she die a long time ago?" It's bad luck to bring up a dead person in the morning! "

"And if she isn't dead?"

"How is this possible!" Chunyu Hao denied it. "Back then, she was really dead. This King personally checked."

"Really?" Mu Yanran absolutely did not believe that she knew Pure Yuhao too well.

Don't worry, even if This King did not personally see her fall, it is unlikely that she would have survived at that time. Normal people would not have been able to survive if they had left so much blood. Furthermore, This King ordered someone to throw her corpse at the cemetery.

Mu Yanran knew that Chunyu Hao didn't really want to say it, so she coaxed him, "Hubby, don't be angry, think about it carefully. I remember that there is a birthmark on Mu Ruixin's right arm, but I can't remember what that birthmark looks like."

"For what?" Chunyu Hao frowned. He tried his best to recall when Mu Yanran actually asked. After a moment, he said, "Oh, right, I remember now."

"What shape?" Mu Yanran was very excited.

"A birthmark in the shape of a plum flower."

"Is it really a plum flower?"

"Will This King remember wrongly?" Chunyu Hao was not convinced, "It's a piece of pink plum flower birthmark. I remember very clearly that it is very rare to see such a birthmark. "

Mu Yanran immediately grinded the ink for Pure Yu Hao to draw.

Chunyu Hao threw the brush away, "Anyway, it's just a red birthmark in the shape of a plum flower, what's there to draw?"

Mu Yanran was helpless, she could only draw on the xuan paper.

"Husband, take a look and see if it's like this."

Chunyu Hao glanced at it and nodded. The memories Mu Ruixin gave him were not too good, so much so that he was unwilling to think about it.

Now that Mu Yanran had raised him up so early in the morning, her face naturally did not look good.

"It's her?" Mu Yanran started to think.

"What her?" What are you talking about? " Chunyu Lie didn't understand.

Mu Yanran, on the other hand, said in her heart: The color can change, but the shape and position can't. If she hadn't died, she would still be this old.

Could it really be her?