Chapter 772

Even Yan Bingqing, offended her, was suppressed and killed by the whole universe.

That's Yan Bingqing. She is the first sister around the world. She has an outstanding position.

Killing her is just a matter of one word.

How terrible is the background of this cloud poem, so it can be achieved.

For a time, all the people who have offended Yunshi were frightened.

But at the same time, it's incredible.

At the same time, I deeply realized that the character of Yunshi's poetry is really much better than yanbingqing's.

But no matter what else, in the past, if anyone offended Yan Bingqing, take Yan Bingqing as a person, take revenge, and get revenge, it must be rectified.

But they were all safe.

Cloud poetry did not engage them.

The whole drama group has a new understanding and change of Yun poetry.

Yang Mi, in particular, thought that cloud poetry should have some status in Mu Yazhe's mind. Using this, she tried to use cloud poetry to make Yan Bingqing feel bad. At least, let her stop being so arrogant.

Now, however, Yan Bingqing has been killed to the bottom of the valley. There is a ring pressing there. For a while, she will not climb up from the bottom of the valley.

Anyway, she's over.

It seems that the position of this cloud poetry in the eyes of Moya Zhe is not of general importance.

Yang Mi makes up her mind that in the future, no one can offend Yun's poems. On the contrary, she needs to get on well with her.

……

Mojia.

When mu Wanrou returned to Mu's house, it was evening.

The servant immediately came forward and took the coat from her hand.

"How about Grandpa?" asked mu Wanrou

"Back to the young lady, the master is in the study."

"Have you taken the medicine?"

"The medicine is frying before it's time."

"Well. I'll go to my study and see Grandpa first. "

Mu Wanrou said and went to the study.

In the study, Mu Sheng was holding a picture in his hand, and was fascinated by it.

In the picture, Mu Qingcheng stands in the garden, showing a bright smile.

Mu Sheng's eyes are deep. His old fingers caress the photo slowly, and his eyes are full of deep nostalgia and sadness.

"Qing Cheng, you are so merciless. How can you bear to leave me alone?" Mu Sheng sighed and his eyes were sad.

The door snapped.

However, Mu Sheng was still in mourning and did not return to God for a long time.

Mu Wanrou pushes the door open, enters the room, and sees Mu Sheng sitting in front of the window with his back to him, holding the photo in his hand, fascinated.

She went over and put her hand gently on his shoulder.

Mu Sheng was shocked and turned around suddenly, but saw that it was her, which made him determined. "Wan Rou, you are back."

"Well, Grandpa." Mu Wanrou comes to him, squats down and looks at the photo in his hand, with a slightly shocked look.

Then he said with a smile, "Grandpa is looking at his mother's picture again."

"Well! Miss her. "

Just two words, "miss her", but endless thoughts.

"When mom was young, it was beautiful!" Mu Wanrou looked at the photo, and a trace of sadness also floated on his face. "In my memory, my mother has always been so beautiful. It's not like ordinary people at all. It's as beautiful as being relegated to immortals."

"Yes. I remember the first time I saw your mother, she was so beautiful that I couldn't move my eyes for a while. " Mu Sheng said with emotion.

As he spoke, he looked at Mu's gentle face again, but there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

Not like that.

Not at all.

This is where he is most confused.

According to the truth, even if it's not a mother and daughter, there should be at least one resemblance.