Martial Inverse

Chapter 707

The words that could not be denied immediately made Qingwu's already pale face even paler, and there was no trace of blood anymore. Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, her own father, her eyes were full. It's despair.

She knew in her heart that this day would come, but she didn't know it would come so quickly and so suddenly.

The Holy Fire Festival is only two short months away, but there are still four full months left for the appointment with Feng Hao. This does not mean that...

Thinking of this, Qing Wu felt a chill in his heart, his eyes were empty, his body trembled, and he waited to fall down. Fortunately, Lan Xun, who was on the side, supported him in time, so he didn't fall.

"Ugh!..."

Seeing the desperate daughter and the husband who turned her head away, she could only sigh softly, supporting Qingwu and slowly walking towards the Holy Maiden's Mansion.

This is the fate of being a saint, a fate that cannot be changed at all!

"Holy Lord is wise!"

The high voices of the old antiques came from behind, causing Lan Xun's body to tremble fiercely, turning his head, glaring hatefully, and then turning away.

...

"What's wrong with you, mother?"

Seeing Qingwu walking in with no human presence, Xiao Qingmeng ran over, grabbed Qingwu's cold hands, and cried out in a weeping voice, tears filling his eyes.

"Woooo!..."

Seeing Qingwu didn't respond, Xiao Qingmeng shook her arm and cried.

"Mengmeng is good, don't cry."

Seeing this scene, Lan Xun helped Qing Wu to sit down on a chair beside him, and then comforted Xiao Qing Meng. Hearing the sad cry of the little girl, her eyes were slightly red.

Qingwu's eyes are still empty, his whole body has lost his spirit, as if he has lost his soul, and he can't hear the outside world at all. He sits there dumbly, motionless.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Wake up, don't scare Menger."

Xiao Qingmeng took her palm and kept shaking and crying, but she didn't hear it.

"Dream is good,

Your mother is fine, she will be fine soon..."

Lan Xun wiped the tears from her face and comforted her softly.

"Woo!...I want Uncle Xueyu, I want Uncle Xueyu..."

Xiao Qingmeng let go of Qingwu's palm, threw herself into her arms and cried, her little face was full of tears, her eyes were flushed.

"Snow Feather?"

Lan Xun was slightly startled, and after thinking for a while, she found that there was no such person among the candidates for the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, and she suddenly became a little puzzled.

"Tell grandma, who is Uncle Xueyu?"

Lan Xun asked while taking out a clean handkerchief while wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Woooo!...Uncle Xueyu, Uncle Xueyu is the best person, he is just like Menger's father, woohoo!...Menger really misses Uncle Xueyu, Menger wants Uncle Xueyu to dream Son's father..."

Xiao Qingmeng said intermittently, with a whimpering voice.

"Daddy?"

Lan Xun looked at the little girl in surprise. She didn't understand what was going on, but she was suspicious. Could it be that Qingwu was the daughter who kidnapped this Xueyu?

Qingwu hid everything about Xiao Qingmeng from everyone, except for the maid of the Holy Maiden's Mansion, no one in the entire Shadow Demon Sect knew that Xiao Qingmeng was her own.

"Saint, Mr. Demon, please see me!"

At this moment, a beautiful maid walked in, bowed her head, and said respectfully.

"Demon? Didn't he go to that dynasty?"

Lan Xun thought for a moment, and then he thought of this man with the Heavenly Poison Tome, "You call him in."

Although I don't know what the hell this guy who could have been a candidate for the Holy Son, but refused to do it, came here, but a demon with a heaven-level middle-level poison book is an existence that cannot be ignored within the demon sect!

"Yes!"

The beautiful maid responded, glanced at Qing Wu with empty eyes, sighed slightly, and walked out quickly.

Of course she knew why her master had been reluctant to choose her husband, but for some unknown reason, a sloppy figure suddenly flashed in her mind.

"No, no, it can't be him!"

She shook her head violently and walked faster.

Although that sloppy guy is very unfathomable, the sloppy image makes her a maid unacceptable.

Do you want to let your charming and peerless saint marry that sloppy ghost?

Just thinking about it makes her scalp tingle.

After a while, under her leadership, the demon walked into the hall.

Seeing Xiao Qingmeng, who was still whimpering, and Qing Wu, whose eyes were empty, he was stunned for a moment, not understanding what happened.

Could it be that this is why Feng Hao asked himself to come back to help?

This thought flashed through his mind.

"What's the matter with you here?"

Lan Xun glanced at him slightly, and asked in a light voice.

Although the Demon Society wants to become the elder of the Shadow Demon Sect, as a saint of the previous generation, her status is only higher than that of the elder!

"Help her!"

The demon said coldly.

"Help her?"

Lan Xun was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand what he meant by saying this. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Why do you want to help her?"

"Entrusted by others!"

The devil said lightly.

"Entrusted by someone?"

Lan Xun was stunned, and asked suspiciously, "Who is entrusted?"

"Feng Hao!"

The demon hesitated for a while, but still said it.

"Feng Hao?"

Another unfamiliar name made Lan Xundai frown.

Who is this Feng Hao? Why would he know that his daughter is in trouble, and that he can still be friends with the devil?

One question after another flashed in her mind, but she couldn't find an answer.

"Feng Hao!"

Originally, her eyes had always been empty and green. After hearing the name, her delicate body trembled violently, she stood up directly, and shouted indiscriminately, "Here is Feng Hao? Where is he? Where is he?"

Her excited emotions, her complacent appearance, Rang Mo, Lan Xun, and even Xiao Qingmeng and that beautiful maid all looked at her in surprise.

"No... he didn't come... he won't come..."

After scanning the hall, Qingwu sat down again, tears flashed in her charming eyes, she slowly closed her eyes, and two clear tears fell down her cheeks.

During that inexplicable heart palpitation, she faintly felt that something had happened to Feng Hao...

She firmly believed in her own feelings.

"Wu'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare mother."

Lan Xun took a few steps, took her hand, and asked with a trembling voice.

Qingwu's disorder made her very uneasy and puzzled. Why, with a name she didn't know, caused her daughter to lose her temper. What happened?

"Feng Hao has returned to Xilan, so he didn't come."

The demon hesitated for a while, then spoke again. ~