The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Even Mu Yan, who is so common in wind and rain, thinks of himself as the heart of the iron stone, can't help but redness his eyes.

She closed her eyes and slowly sat on her knees on the ruins.

The Celestial Magic appeared on her lap and her ten fingers moved slowly.

[Saint Benevolence] Launch!

But this time, it is not to overwhelm the heavens and the earth with their energy and their own anger to the dying.

Instead, it overdosed the evil spirits that were scattered in the air.

Qin sounds like a stream, wasting through a city steeped in sin and tears of blood.

The violin sounds like a breeze, lightly brushing over these women's scarred bodies and souls.

The violin sounds like sunlight, shining in every corner, dispersing the darkness and welcoming the light.

Saint benevolence, the world of Huizer.

I will give you my life in exchange for your rebirth from chains.

I come to fulfill my promise to send you… home.

The roaring sound of the violin grows louder and more moving.

Millions of energies fly up into the void from the Celestial Concerto, wrapping around something, a little bit of scrubbing, a little bit of blending.

Suddenly, something floated down in the sky.

The woman in Fusang City couldn't help but raise her head and look through the tears of her mother-in-law.

Somehow, snowflakes began to float in the sky.

No, that's not snowflake.

White, crystalline, like snow.

When you reach for it, it spreads like fog.

That is the... purified soul.

Her pale face and crystalline sweat beads wetted her forehead.

But she didn't care, watching as more and more “snow” drifted through the void.

The corners of the mouth pull a shallow smile, and the sound of the violin dripping between the fingers is becoming gentler and gentler.

Even if the body's spiritual power is almost exhausted.

Even compensate with enough shou yuan.

She doesn't care either.

Because she promised to free them and send them home.

Suddenly, Mu Yan felt his cheek and was gently touched.

Subsequently, a seemingly silent voice was heard in the ear.

Gentle, distant, like from the sky.

“Thank you, Jun Muyan...”

Second!

“Thank you...”

Number three!

“Thank you for freeing us...”

“Thank you for keeping your promise. ”

“Our nightmare… is over. ”

With that moment, it touched like a kiss.

Countless “snowflakes” began to change direction towards her.

A strange energy is injected into Mu Yang's body.

Replenishing all the Shou Yuan she consumed also allowed her already depleted spiritual power to regroup.

Until the last "snowflake” was also incorporated into her body.

Between the heavens and the earth, as if there was a “thank you” and a "goodbye.”

Muang slowly paused his hand playing the piano and pressed his palm against his chest.

The god moved slightly, and in her palm, a bead appeared as clear as a teardrop.

Muay can feel the powerful energy in this bead.

But this energy is not spiritual power, it is not enchantment, it is not magic, it is not immortality, it is not even divine power.

What kind of energy is this?

Mu Yan was holding the beads in suspicion, and suddenly there was a joyous voice coming down the door.

“Six, are you okay? ”

“Little sister, I'm glad you're not hurt! ”

Six people fell in front of her and looked at her unharmed with joy.

But the orbits of the rain, Ling Yuxuan and cold feathers were red, obviously crying.