Su Kui hid in the mountain, did not see what happened at the foot of the mountain. Naturally, he could not see the picture of those people being chased out of the village by the fierce villagers holding up vegetable knives and hoes.

-Three years later.

The cold wind is howling, the snow is blowing like wadding, and the sky is covered with silver.

"Squeak --"

the old wooden door was pushed open, the cold wind immediately looked at the gap, quickly earned in, and the person who opened the door shivered fiercely.

"Gee, it's cold."

It was su Kui who spoke three years later. She was wrapped in a thick coat and her small face with white fur was like pink jade. It didn't look very different from that three years ago.

It's hard to see the collagen on her face. In name, she is the mother of a nine-year-old.

Three years ago mu Nianjun was six years old. Three years later, he was nine years old. Su Kui was twenty-five years old.

"Jun Jun, pay attention to safety on the way. Go early and go back early."

In the past three years, Xiao Zhengtai's body has grown rapidly into a straight little poplar, which has reached Su Kui's shoulder.

It can be seen that the genes in young children are very powerful.

"I see, ma'am." The boy sniffled and came out of the inner room with a book bag in his hand.

The young man's gray green jacket, a felt hat on his head, originally round eyes, have grown into narrow and long eyes of Danfeng in recent years, seeing that there are less lovely breath and more powerful illusions.

After so long efforts, the youth finally willing to speak, but also not in vain so long efforts.

"Come on, don't be late." Su Kui smiled, with tender and loving eyes, patted the snow on his shoulder.

People are sentimental. In the past five years of getting along with each other, they look at the miserable little Luobu head and grow up under her care. The sense of achievement is unspeakable.

Su Kui even thought that it would be nice to have a child like mu Nianjun when the future task is over --

"don't worry, mom, I won't be late. It's you. It's cold. Hurry in. I'll be back in the afternoon. Don't worry! "

The youth admonishes again and again, Su Kui has the share that nods continuously only.

Who knows how the silent little Zhengtai turned into a wordy little old man?

Sukui doesn't know.

Seeing that he still has the mind to go on, he pushes his shoulder, pushes him out and urges him to leave.

When the door was closed, Su Kui's gentle face suddenly climbed up to the smile of three evils. She walked back to the house slowly, pulled out the jade plate that had been worn close to her body from the layers of clothes, and rubbed it for a few times.

Yangsheng asked: "system, now positioning Yan Liang's position, it's time to have a chance encounter!"

When she saw Yan Liang at the first sight, she was sure that he had absolutely something to do with mu Nianjun's identity, or even blood relationship.

Otherwise, there are so many accidents in the world that one big one small one looks like one carved from a mold.

But four years ago, mu Nianjun was afraid of her and did not dare to be close to her. Su Kui doesn't feel relieved to tell Yan Liang the identity of Mu Nianjun.

By then, once the surrounding environment becomes more complex, it will be more difficult to brush the affection of admiring and worshiping the monarch!

So in the end, Su Kui chose a hard but smooth way --

to take mu Nianjun away, wait for his task line, and then start the next task.

Now, it's time.