At the end of the Yin hour, the sky was still dark, but the biting night wind on Wuyun Mountain gradually began to stop, no longer blowing away the stones and sand, and branches and leaves falling like in the first half of the night.

The candlelight under Mr. Yun's feet had already been extinguished, but the precious bead that he tied to the brocade bag around his waist was still in the dark, emitting yellow and green light, which was very dazzling.

I am afraid that ordinary people have never seen such a rare Suizhu. Even if you are lucky enough to get one, it will naturally be hidden in the secret walls of the mansion. Mr. Su had also obtained a smaller Suizhu back then, but during the Chinese New Year and holidays, when relatives and friends come to the Su family, Mr. Su always takes it out and show off. However, compared with the clear-color Suizhu in Mr. Yun’s brocade bag today, it is not worth mentioning at all. Moreover, Mr. Yun seems to be carrying it on his body casually and illuminating it. Such a waste of resources, I am afraid that only the century-old Yun family, which has a deep foundation, will treat such rare things as common things.

Su Jinxin knelt on the ground with Yi'er in her arms, motionless, and was heartbroken, as if she had no sense of consciousness.

After a few hours, Yi'er's little body had become stiff, cold, and yin. Although Su Jinxin was alive, her body was a little colder than Yi'er. Her lips were purple from cold, her eyes were red and swollen, and her whole body was trembling. I don't know if it was because of the cold or because of fear.

Mr. Yun had long sleeves facing the wind and white clothes flew. He stood behind Su Jinxin, looking at the distraught Su Jinxin, and gradually became confused in his indifferent eyes, and Su Jinxin's silent sob made him frown even more.

"Go back." Finally, he spoke.

Mr. Yun's voice made a hint of surprise flash in Su Jinxin's eyes. Why haven't he left yet?

No wonder Su Jinxin was surprised that a person could be silent within a few hours, as if he did not exist. Even his breath was difficult to detect. Can a second person be found in this world besides Mr. Yun?

She was honored to let the banished immortal in the eyes of the world stay silently for several hours. Su Jin smiled bitterly, "You will never understand that Yi'er is everything in this world. For Yi'er, I can give up anything." Even, I can let go of my hatred.

But God did not give Yi'er a chance to survive.

Mr. Yun did not answer the conversation, and Su Jinxin still said to himself, "I was approaching Yi'er at the beginning, but he didn't know anything..."

Yi'er, I'm sorry.

In order to take revenge on your mother, my sister plotted against you. Yi'er, can you forgive me?

With his bare hands touching Yi'er's little face, Su Jin shed tears and said with a smile, "Yi'er, have you seen it? This is Wuyun Mountain. My sister promised you. This time, my sister has not lie to you again..."

The distant sky finally had a trace of brightness.

The rising sun is hidden deep in the clouds, but the light of thousands of feet can still break through the layers of clouds and mist.

Before sunrise, Wuyun Mountain is surrounded by golden light on the top of the mountain, and colorful auspicious clouds gather together, just like a fairyland on earth. At first glance, there are tea trees all over the mountain, lush and green. When you pass, you will see a large vast green bamboo forest.

"Uncle Yun, Uncle Yun..., where are you?"

Suddenly, waves of echoes sounded in the mountains.

Yun Yuanzhi was stunned. He seemed to have forgotten Fan Yichu last night.

"Uncle Yun, I can't find you wherever you went last night." Tong Yin, mixed with complaints, ran over panting and stopped in front of Master Yun, "You told me to paint..." Wuwu, but in the end, Uncle Yun did not come, he stayed alone in the Yunqi bamboo path for one night.

Fan Yichu looked at Mr. Yun with a pitiful face. Mr. Yun's handsome appearance immediately felt a little embarrassed. This was the first time he had broken his trust.

Just as Mr. Yun was about to speak, Fan Yichu in front of him turned his gaze and saw Su Jinxin. Then, he shouted, "She... why is she here too!" He knew that with this cunning sister Su, everything would go wrong, and even Master Yun, who had always loved him the most, left him alone.

Uncle Yun, you have even gone back on your word. Are there any trustworthy people in this world? Thinking of this, Fan Yichu's little face became even more sad and pouted, "Uncle Yun..."

It's Fanfan.

Su Jinxin looked up and saw a nine-year-old child with a pretty face exactly like Yi'er, with a red face, cunning eyes, and a hurrying gasp.

And the reluctant "sister".

The most important thing is that he, alive, will call her sister.

"Su Jinxin, don't look at me like this. I've called you sister, don't... don't be too arrogant." Fan Yichu felt a little embarrassed when she saw Su Jinxin looking at him with a strange look on her face. Why did this cunning and treacherous sister Su look at him like this? If it were in the past, she would definitely pounce on him and be careless, but this time she didn't, just looked at him quietly. Her eyes were so terrible that he was creepy.

Fan Yichu retreated step by step, but Mr. Yun said meaningfully, "Come here, Fan Fan."

Fan Fan, Fan Fan again, wuwu... Uncle Yun, why do you call me Fan Fan like this cunning sister Su? Fan Yichu protested with a little face, but when he saw Mr. Yun's indifferent handsome face, he was disappointed. Fan Fan followed Fan Fan. Who taught him that he was afraid of Uncle Yun since he was a child.

Fan Yichu walked up to Su Jinxin timidly. When he saw Yi'er in Su Jinxin's arms, he shouted again, "Uncle Yun, who is he... who is he? Why does he look so similar to me!"

There are not many people in the world who look like similar people, but they look like they are carved from the same mold, which is incredible, and they are all average old.

"Fan Fan, tell Miss Su Er, your birthday." Mr. Yun glanced coldly, Fan Yichu curled his lips, Uncle Yun, you let this cunning sister Su lead you to the evil one. Woo woo, when grandpa comes back, he must tell grandpa that they are all bullying him.

"Fourth day of the second month." Fan Yichu said in a low voice, "Grandpa said, he didn't know, he calculated this day."

Yi'er is the second day of the second month and Fan Fan is the fourth day of the second month, so the difference is so close.

"Fuanzhi, what you mean is..." Could it be that he was waiting for her on Wuyun Mountain for this matter?

Mr. Yun's faint gaze suddenly became deeper, "I will send Fan Fan to Taoist Master Xuanxuzi of Ziyang Guan. Next year, you will find a chance to bring him into the Su family."

It was still a faint voice, and a faint look, but Mr. Yun's words made Su Jinxin feel chill for no reason. Su Jinxin was not stupid. When Mr. Yun said this, how could she not hear his intention?

Could it be that the Yun family also wants to annex the Su family?
Chapter completed!