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fog.

The world is shrouded in heavy fog and gray.

The sky and the earth are so clear and hazy that one does not know up, down, left, right, north, south, east or west.

Zhao Wujiang was walking in the mist, not knowing the way forward.

He knew that he might be dreaming or deep in thought. He could even feel everything in the wing where he was, the familiar tables, chairs and bookcases, the familiar beds and bedding, and he could even feel the scent of Jia Ersan outside the house.

But he just couldn't wake up and couldn't think about it.

He kept walking based on his intuition, passing through the vast world.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was a cup of tea, maybe it was an hour, maybe it was a whole day.

He heard the familiar woman's voice, which was as gentle as water and trembling to the bone. He also heard the cry of a child, making a wah-waah sound.

"Awu, don't be afraid, mother is here..."

Zhao Wujiang's heart trembled, and he kept pushing away the fog in front of his eyes.

Finally, the fog gradually dissipated, and he found himself in a side room.

A gentle woman wearing plain white clothes, with a crying baby in her swaddling clothes, the woman spoke softly, her hands swayed slightly as her body swayed, coaxing the baby in her arms.

The scene in front of him made Zhao Wujiang's heart throb, and he felt a sense of blockage. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but his lips moved, but no sound came out.

He took a big step and wanted to get closer to this gentle woman, but an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, blocking him and making it impossible for him to take another step forward.

"Bang." With a sound, the door of the side room in front of me was pushed open.

"Take Ah Wu first, Yao'er, to the Sword Tomb." The person who opened the door was a handsome middle-aged man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. His gray gown had been broken a lot, and there were several bloodstains on his body, and there were also stains on his body.

Weird clumps of dirt.

Zhao Wujiang could feel that his blood seemed to be trembling faintly, and he also found that there was a slight resemblance between his eyebrows and those of the handsome man in front of him.

Father... mother... Zhao Wujiang's mind was racing.

The gentle woman picked up the package that had been packed on the table, slung it on her back, and walked out of the room with her child in her arms.

"Where to go!"

As soon as the gentle woman stepped out, an old man in purple and blue robes jumped down from the sky, raised his hand and threw a red ball the size of a baby's fist.

The man pointed his sword at the same time, but did not strike at the red ball. Apparently he had suffered a small loss before. He pointed his sword energy at the old man in purple and blue robes, but the old man sneered and dodged.

The red ball was tightly held by the handsome man's other hand to prevent it from hurting the mother and son behind him.

"Zhao Changyuan, you kid must die!" The old man laughed proudly, pointed his toes, and flew towards the handsome man named Zhao Changyuan.

At the same time, the red ball made a strange chirping sound, exploded into red mist, and flew out from the red mist a small insect with a milky white body, short and without eyes.

"Loulan Gu!" Zhao Wujiang's pupils trembled. This little bug was clearly Loulan Gu. The slight difference was that there were some faint pink lines on the short body of this Loulan Gu.

Loulan Gu jumped over the handsome man and rushed straight to the baby in the arms of the gentle woman behind him.

In the blink of an eye, it sank into the baby's body and disappeared.

"Ah!" The gentle woman let out a horrified cry.

"You are looking for death!!!" Zhao Changyuan shouted angrily, raised his hand and waved his sword energy whistling towards the old man in blue and purple robes.

The old man in blue and purple robes gave a weird laugh and did not hide or dodge. A figure in jade-white robes appeared behind him. His figure was graceful and covered with gauze, revealing only a pair of charming autumn eyes.

"Cuo!" The woman in the jade-white robe shook her gauze and said only one word slightly.

Invisible air waves swayed in front of Zhao Changyuan and the old man in purple and blue robes, directly knocking Zhao Changyuan back, and he took five steps back with a slight stagger.

"Zhao Changyuan, you are the abandoned disciple of the Sword Tomb. After the magic weapon of the Sword Tomb was confiscated, you are nothing more than this." The old man in blue and purple robes laughed and said in poor Daxia Mandarin:
Chapter completed!