Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

A silver needle has been added to his neck.

And a disciple who came behind him also raised his hand and touched his neck in a daze, and the same silver needle was stuck into the same position.

Mu Yan clapped her hands.

This is how the outcome of a match is decided.

The four sons of Yingmen, who were not favored at the beginning, have now won the grand slam, which is enough for storytellers to talk about many times.

When Mu Yan walked off the field, Hua Zhaoying was the first to charge.

"Good job." It seemed as if he had forgotten all the turbulent and undercurrent emotions last night.

"You..." Wan Muyan looked up at him, frowning angrily.

And at this moment, another familiar voice came from behind.

"Xiaoyan." He hadn't heard Ye Zhiqiu's voice for a long time.

Wan Muyan was a little dazed, then turned around, and saw her mother with gentle eyebrows.

At this moment, Mu Yan burst into tears again.

It is her only relative in this world, although she is only her temporary relative when she loses her memory and reincarnates her soul.

Ye Zhiqiu stepped forward, carrying his bag, and came in front of her.

"You guys are awesome."

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were filled with admiration.

Evening smoke is speechless.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced lightly at the children around her, and then smiled lightly.

"Thank you, you are all great, thanks to you accompanying Xiao Yan to come here."

Several children raised their hands and touched their heads, laughing shyly.

Ye Zhiqiu gently took Mu Muyan away, came to the side, and said to her: "Before I retreat, I have something to give you. Now that you have won this competition, I think it is time."

Wan Muyan looked at Ye Zhiqiu with some puzzlement.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly took out a glass jar from his pocket, and there was a blue rose in the jar.

Isn't this blue rose given to her by Lu Jiuge?

"This thing was held in your hand when you were born. It's a seed."

Ye Zhiqiu explained.

"I secretly buried it in a pot, hoping that it would sprout someday, but it has never moved for so many years."

"But just a while ago, it suddenly sprouted from that old pot. When I was away from you, I brought this flower pot out. I didn't expect it to bloom such beautiful flowers Come."

Ye Zhiqiu handed her the glass cover in his hand.

"The Taoist said, this is a spirit flower, it is full of spiritual energy, maybe it is what you need."

Wan Muyan looked down at the blue rose in his hand, and suddenly, a thought flashed in his mind.

She raised her hand to take the blue rose, closed her eyes and moved her spirit, and memories flooded into her mind in an instant.

Wan Muyan opened her eyes, looking at the rose in her hand in disbelief.

"It turned out that it was here, and I found it."

Her smile is bright and bright.

And at this moment, Mu Yan suddenly felt a fiery gaze.

She looked over her mother's shoulder, but saw a man close at hand, holding a sharp knife in his hand, about to stab her mother.

Wan Muyan's eyes widened, she threw the blue rose into the air, and pulled Ye Zhiqiu over with one hand.

She squeezed out a silver needle and pierced it towards the man.

The man struggled for a moment, then closed his eyes, passed out, and lost all consciousness.

Only then did Ye Zhiqiu react, and he was stunned.

"Thin, thin?" She said with disbelief.