Chapter 1687 (1/2)

Two people, one carrying one, went out.

Yes, they did.

”Mo'er, Xin'er is OK.” Looking at her daughter's small face gradually recovered ruddy, Mu Yunxuan also felt relieved.

”Fortunately, the poison is not overbearing.”

Su Zimo looked at Ling Feng, ”Ling Feng, don't you know the people of the elves?”

Ling Feng shook her head.

”The elves seldom walk with us. We qingshuo and Yizu should get closer.” Ling Feng explained with a smile.

Feng Ya looks at him, in the Qing Shuo clan, he is a man as cold as Mu Yunxuan.

All the women of the qingshuo nationality did not dare to approach him.

And in the face of Su Zimo, he seems to have changed a person.

”So you know tanyiran?” Su Zimo asked again.

”Well! Yes. ”

The night is as cool as water, even if there are junctions and fires.

Su Zimo also felt a trace of coolness.

She sat a little closer to the fire with xiner in her arms.

Ling Feng took a deep look at her and retreated to one side to have a rest.

Mu Yunxuan looked at it and took out a cloak for their mother and son.

He sat next to her and clenched her hand, knowing that she had done so, he would feel guilty.

”Mo'er, they died well. Don't take it to heart.”

Su Zimo gently smile, light way: ”people are not afraid of falling down in their dreams, just afraid of getting lost in other people's miracles, you know my temper, only do their own dream master, I have no idea.”

She's not just talking. She really doesn't care.

”That's good?” Mu Yunxuan takes Xin'er in his arms and hugs her tightly. He knows that she will not sleep well, but now she can only do so.

”Sleep