The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Only when Chu Jin returns to the Zhao family can the Zhao family have hope of revival.

Originally, I just stopped by to see Zhao Xian today, but I didn't expect to meet Chu Jin, which was an unexpected surprise.

At this time, Chu Jin was the only life-saving straw for Zhao Hai.

He pinned all his hopes on her.

"Old Mr. Zhao, I have made it very clear. I have nothing to do with your Zhao family now. Please go back. You are not welcome here." Chu Jin directly stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation and issued an order to evict the guest.

Zhao Hai sighed deeply, with a helpless look on his face, "Ah Jin, then I'll go first, if you have time, remember to go home and have a look, the door of the Zhao family will always be open for you."

Zhao Hai put himself in a very low profile, he knew that some things should not be rushed, but take your time, he would use family affection to influence Chu Jin.

"Young man, then I'll go first." Zhao Hai didn't forget to say hello to Mo Zhixuan when he walked to the door.

However, Mo Zhixuan ignored him, his expression was a little cold, Zhao Hai's heart trembled, and he left in a hurry, as if he would suffocate if he stayed here for a second longer.

In a blink of an eye, in the quiet ward, apart from Zhao Xian who was lying on the bed, there were only Mo Zhixuan and Chu Jin left.

Mo Zhixuan stood by the window to answer the phone, while Chu Jin sat by the bed and administered acupuncture to Zhao Yuan. Zhao Yuan had been bedridden for a long time, his blood was not circulating, and his body had almost no temperature. Using acupuncture to pass the spiritual energy can relieve this symptom.

Although the two are busy with their own business, they get along very harmoniously, and the atmosphere is not awkward at all.

The girl's acupuncture movements were very standard, smooth and smooth, and she still had a bit of martial arts aesthetics from a distance. The man standing by the window answering the phone had an unknowingly soft voice.

**

Mo family.

In the study.

Mo Qingyi's mood has gradually stabilized, but there are still fine tears on her face, she also figured it out, no matter what, Mrs. Mo is her only mother, whoever raises her young, she raises whoever is old.

For other insignificant people, let him drift away with the wind.

Mrs. Mo thought for a long time, and finally decided to tell Mo Qingyi the secret of the Mo family.

At the age of 18, it's time to stand alone.

Moreover, Mo Qingyi has already chosen to stay, and from now on, she will be a member of the Mo family.

Mrs. Mo turned the vase on the desk, and in the silent space, there was a sudden 'chi' sound, like the heavy sound of pushing a stone mill.

On the originally flat and clean ground, there was a dark hole in an instant.

Looking down along the entrance, you can see the stairs one after another, and there are half-burned candles around the walls.

Obviously, this is a basement.

An ancient and mysterious basement.

The dark entrance made it impossible to see clearly what was inside.

It also arouses the curious nature of human beings.

Curious and terrified.

Mo Qingyi gasped. She had lived in the Mo family for eighteen years, and this was the first time she knew that there was such a place in the Mo family.

"Qingqing, come with me." Mrs. Mo got up slowly, walked straight to the entrance of the basement, stepped down the steps, and disappeared on the ground.

Mo Qingyi was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to her senses, and followed Mrs. Mo's footsteps.

Looking at the dark entrance and the hanging stairs, Mo Qingyi swallowed, "Mom, wait for me." If Mrs. Mo was not leading the way, Mo Qingyi would never have the courage to go down.

It's too scary, it feels like watching a thriller, as if there is something eating people living underground.

Black always gives human beings endless imagination.

Mo Qingyi cautiously stretched out one foot, then the second, until her entire body was completely submerged in the entrance.

At this time, there was a 'chi', and a heavy sound came from above his head.

At the same time, a snow-white and soft light lit up in the originally dark passage.

Mo Qingyi looked up at the top of her head with some doubts, but she didn't find any lamps. So, where did these lights come from?

The aisle is very long, one that can't be seen at a glance, Mrs. Mo is walking in front, and her back looks a little depressed and a little lonely.

Mo Qingyi temporarily let go of the doubts in her heart, and followed closely behind Mrs. Mo.

After walking for about ten minutes, turning a corner, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the two walked to a stone house and stopped.

Mo Qingyi noticed that the walls of the stone house were all engraved with stone carvings and paintings, and rows of bright red flowers were planted under the corners.

There are flowers but no leaves.

Exudes bursts of strange fragrance.

At first glance, it looks like a flowing river of blood, dazzling red, very eye-catching.

There are very fine carvings on the walls: Pan Gu created the world, humans on the altar, different spatial dimensions, and a world divided into four parts.

Looking back, it is the history of a family's changes, from decline to prosperity, from ordinary to noble, from the secular world to the supernatural world.

There is also the back view of the boy who slaughtered the city, the shocking scene of thousands of people cheering,

Suddenly the picture changed and changed to another scene. The young man who was regarded as the hero of massacring the city by the tribe was suddenly isolated by the tribe. He was admired by tens of thousands of people before but spurned by tens of thousands of people now. A different situation, without any explanation in between, as if it had become like this overnight.

No one knows what happened.

After all the relatives and relatives left, the youth who slaughtered the city finally chose to leave.

After crossing the Yudai River, one enters a new world.

The figures of the three gradually disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city.

The mural ends here.

Looking at the mural in front of him, Mo Qingyi was shocked. She stretched out her fair fingers and touched the mural lightly. The fingertips felt icy cold, like touching ice cubes in the cold winter months. At the same time, another scene appeared in her mind. The memory that doesn't belong to me is combined with the murals on the wall, which is very magical.

After sorting out the memory fragments in her mind, Mo Qingyi looked up at Mrs. Mo beside her with some doubts, "That person is my brother?"

Mrs. Mo's expression was very heavy, as if she was caught in some bad memory.

Wen Yan just nodded slightly.

The young man who slaughtered the city was Mo Zhixuan.

Mo Qingyi's eyes flashed with shock, it turns out that there is a second dimension in the world.

It's no wonder that Mo Zhixuan's appearance can be maintained for ten years, and it's no wonder that Zheng Chuyi's eyes were full of disdain when he looked at her before.

No wonder Mo Zhixuan has no body temperature all year round, no wonder Mo Zhixuan bears the curse of restraining his wife.

Combined with the extra memories in his mind, Mo Qingyi said indignantly, "Mom, it's all because of Zheng Chuyi. If it wasn't for her, how could my brother come to where he is today!"