The white bone bird was awakened before she could sleep for a month. She was very demonic and crawled into Mu Changfeng's sleeve several times to suck Xiaobai's blood.

Xiaobai was so scared that he screamed: "What's going on? Can you control your stinky bird? Mu Changfeng, if it dares to bite me again, I will fight it to the death."

Mu Changfeng had to persuade and comfort Baijiu: "I know you haven't slept enough. Things are urgent. I have to disturb your good dreams. I promise that you won't let this rabbit go next time."

The white bone bird made a protest sound, screaming constantly, as if quite impatient.

Mu Changfeng had no choice but to say, "Can you bite me and exhale me? You can bite hard, except my throat, you can bite anywhere."

Baijiu is cruel by nature, but he also remembers his past friendship. He patted Mu Changfeng with his bone wings, and then he unwillingly followed Lin Zhen'er.

Mu Changfeng followed the White Bone Bird through the Perfume Lake, entered the woods, and found an extremely remote path, turning left and right, and finally came to a valley at midnight.

The scenery in the valley is particularly beautiful, with glowing purple vines everywhere, and flowers in the sky are flying in the sky, like elves in the dark night. They are dazzling and beautiful.

The crescent moon is like a hook, hanging in the horizon, with stars shining with the glowing vines.

Lin Zhen'er sat upright in the middle of the valley, holding a dead peony in her hand.

I saw her staring at the peony intently. The flowers bloomed brightly in her eyes, and then returned to a dead state, suddenly reborn and dying, repeatedly.

Mu Changfeng turned the white bone sparrow back into a ball, carefully put it away, and quietly released Xiaobai, allowing her to lurk in the dark.

Xiaobai hated Lin Zhen'er so much that he wanted to run over and bite her throat several times. Thinking of the importance of this action, he had to endure it.

Mu Changfeng walked over quickly. Lin Zhen'er heard extremely slight footsteps, but did not turn to look at him, saying, "You are here, are you asking me to watch the Sky Thunder Array?"

"I'm here to provoke a corpse and ask for guilt," Mu Changfeng's behavior was not like provoke a corpse and asked for guilt. He found a stone, sat opposite Lin Zhen'er, and said with a smile: "The Grand Master has not come yet."

Lin Zhen'er said: "Such a secret place has been found. It should be your little pet who brought you there?"

Mu Changfeng nodded with a smile.

Lin Zhen'er said: "The Mu family has raised it for hundreds of years. Do you know what kind of bird's corpse is?"

Mu Changfeng shook his head and said, "I feel very ashamed to say that, I don't know, and I don't even know the origin of the White Bone Bird."

"Bone Bird," Lin Zhen'er couldn't help laughing, "It was the corpse of the shriek bird. After his death, it turned into a corpse demon and was tamed by Qin Yiluo with tricks. Before his death, he placed it in a Buddhist temple, hoping that the sound of the evening drum and morning bell could dissolve its anger, and later fell into Mu Tieshan's hands."

Mu Changfeng was deeply impressed and said, "It's Qin Yiluo again. I really hope I was born 1,500 years ago and see the charm of the Lord of the You Palace."

Lin Zhen'er said: "You and I have thought of going together. I want to know her more than you, because I grew up listening to her legendary story."

Mu Changfeng said: "It's a pity that her life is short, just like a meteor crossing the sky, fleeting in a flash."

"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers. Whether it is a meteor or summer flowers, the fleeting beauty is also excellent." Lin Zhen'er was full of envy and looked at the brightest star in the north. "The human race has been reborn for thousands of years, and the vast number of living beings are as numerous as the mud and sand in the sea. Too many people have spent their lives in vain. It would be great to be lucky enough to write a legend."

Mu Changfeng glanced at Lin Zhen'er and found that she was completely different from the past, with no hatred, no resentment, and no indignation. He was like a man with ambition, meeting a soulmate in the mountains and rivers, and confessing his most enviable dream.

"I'm a little curious. Does Miss Zhen'er never regret it?"

"Why do I regret it? I regret killing my husband and children, or I regret cutting off my sister's life?" Lin Zhen'er's hand was shining brightly, and the peony flower bloomed with unparalleled brilliance, and the stars in the sky dimmed instantly.

The brilliance of peony flowers did not last long, and soon died. When the wind blew, it turned into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

Lin Zhen'er said: "A person's life is only a hundred years long. In the end, like this flower, it falls into mud and crushes into dust. Before it turns into dust, should it bloom quietly in the corner or bloom vigorously in front of others?"

Mu Changfeng said: "Since it is a beautiful thing, of course it must bloom vigorously in front of others. Let everyone know its beauty."

"It's good," Lin Zhen'er looked at Mu Changfeng, full of appreciation for her confidant. "There are many adverse factors that will affect its blooming. The bugs will bite it, and some people will reach out to cut it off. Everything I did is just to eliminate the adverse factors. Since it is not good, why should I keep it?"

"That's how you think," Mu Changfeng found it difficult to understand people like Lin Zhener. He only felt that her thoughts were too weird. "Are they all the negative factors that affect you?"

"Isn't it?" Lin Zhen'er didn't think she was wrong at all and continued to talk. "In my opinion, my cousin is not enough to make trouble, and he always drags people down. He is just a bug that bites you. Fang Zhiqiang makes your children love each other, and she will cut off your hand. You don't care about them at all, so that you will become a real man."

"The reason why people are human is because of their affection and righteousness." Mu Changfeng looked straight into Lin Zhen'er's eyes and refuted: "People without affection and righteousness are like living in an ice cellar, except cold and cold. Only affection and righteousness can make people's hearts and blood turn hot."

"This is the theory of a cowardly person. When a person is truly powerful, he will not be afraid of any cold."
Chapter completed!