Chapter 3

Hide behind the screen, dry body, put on a clean white dress, Xiao Pei touched his hot cheek, toward Chu Yan show Yan a smile, daddada ran out, not long after, dada ran back.

She came back with a tray in her hand.

Xiao Pei doesn't know what Chu Yan wants, but when Chu Yan sees only one tray, his eyes suddenly coagulate.

In an instant, the air in the whole room is condensed by the evil spirit of fighting among thousands of troops.

Xiao Pei's body couldn't help shivering.

She was just instinctively afraid of this momentum, not Chu Yan.

Because she believed that her highness would never hurt herself.

"Just put it there. Let's have a rest early in the evening. We'll start tomorrow morning." Feeling Xiaopei's discomfort, Chu Yan spreads his momentum and swings his hand at the other side.

"Your Highness doesn't need Xiao Pei --" Xiao Pei bit her lips, and when she spoke, her cheeks were as red as fire.

Seeing Chu Yan staring at him, Xiao Pei immediately laughs, turns around and runs out. When he closes the door for Chu Yan, he doesn't forget to make a face at him: "Xiao Pei knows that his highness is just talking, hee --"

With that, he quickly closed the door, ran to the next room, got into the bed and huddled up in the quilt.

Feeling that his face was hot and his head was a little dizzy, Xiao Pei could not help holding his knee and thought, "Your Highness is not the same as other princes. When they were only 12 or 13 years old, they had already accepted the imperial concubine, and many other children have been born. Now, your highness is only one person, and he never goes beyond courtesy to Xiao Pei. Sometimes his mouth is bad. Hee -- "

"Speaking of it, your Highness's embrace is so warm... Why is my head dizzy and my body hot? I don't think I will get cold..."

In a daze, the girl went to sleep.

At the same time, in the next room, Chu Yan frowned and looked at the only two items in the tray.

An indescribable cold breath, at this time in the room.

Before that, he put forward three demands: one is to take back his mother's relics, the other is to take back his maid Xiao Pei, and the third thing is to take back his weapon, the broken dragon spear, which he used to fight in the battlefield.

Now in the tray, put is the remains of his mother and his dragon gun.

However, there was only one piece of her mother's remains, an earring that didn't look very impressive, while Chu Yan's broken dragon spear had only one point of the spear, which was connected to the shaft of the spear, as if it had been cut off by some sharp weapon.

Staring for a long time, Chu Yan began to laugh: "I've lost all my skills now, right? But you wait. It's my thing. I'll take it back from you again."

Pick up the seemingly unimportant Earrings from the tray, and rub the fingertips of Chu Yan on them. There is a faint warmth in his heart.

I remember when my mother was still alive, she often told herself that this earring was her most important treasure.

At that time, Chu Yan was very young and strange, because his mother was the favorite concubine of the emperor of Nanyuan Prefecture. There were countless treasures, and she was rewarded almost every day.

Compared with those treasures, this earring can be said to be broken.

Every time Chu Yan asked this question, his mother just told Chu Yan that one day, when he used it, he would understand.

"When you use it." After pondering for a moment, Chu Yan pinched the earring and put it close to his ear. With the sharp end, he pierced his earlobe directly.

Originally expected tingling, did not appear, or even a little uncomfortable feeling.

Chu Yan suddenly felt puzzled. Although his realm had fallen from the original four levels of Zhenwu realm to today's ordinary people, his physical state was not so bad that he couldn't even feel the pain.

When Chu Yan felt strange, he didn't see the blood from the wound on his earlobe, which was slowly absorbed by the bronze earrings.

On the surface of the earring, a touch of strange purple light appeared.

"What's the matter?" Immediately, Chu Yan found this unusual change through the reflection of the water in the bucket.

But before he had time to respond, Chu Yan felt a strong force and grabbed his body and pulled him hard.

In a flash, the sky twists and turns, in front of countless light, bizarre, fleeting.

When Chu Yan came back, he was surprised to find that he had come to a chaotic world.

And in front of him, a tall tower, towering tall, standing on the spot.

This tower, I don't know how many years of existence, the surface has been dilapidated, mottled, but a vast atmosphere of desolation, but it is facing, let Chu Yan palpitation.

"Is this the earring that brought me?" After all, he was the one who had seen the big scenes, and his previous experiences also let Chu Yan know that there are immortals in this world.

He just heard that the immortal's means can open up the void and build a hole between the particles.

"Is the earring my mother left me a magic weapon used by immortals?"

Chu Yan became more and more confused.

His impression of mother, gentle and noble, is the goddess that everyone admires, but it does not seem to show any amazing means.

And if the mother was a fairy, how could she die.

Shaking his head, he threw these thoughts away for a while. Chu Yan walked towards the tower. Now that he came, he naturally had to see clearly.

In front of the tower, Chu Yan found that there were some words written on the wall beside the old gate of the tower.

A little sweep, Chu speech body suddenly a shock.

The graceful handwriting is very similar to his mother's handwriting in his memory!

He did not care whether there was danger or not. He quickly approached and looked at it carefully.

"Chu yan my son"

The first four words, in a flash, make Chu Yan's nose sour.

A year ago, he didn't cry when he was slandered, killed his father, usurped power and violated human relations.

He didn't cry when the reputation he had accumulated for many years fell to the bottom.

He is a terror cultivator. He is known as the most gifted cultivator since the founding of Nanyuan Prefecture. He didn't cry when he was poisoned insidiously and became a mortal.

When he was put into the infamous abyss prison, his eyes were not red.

Because Chu Yan always believed that what he had lost would be the same, and he would get it back again.

But at this time, to see this clearly is the mother message, Chu Yan nose sour, eyes a hot, Si people have passed away, the mother's warm embrace, but never come back.

Mother's feminine and elegant handwriting is now showing in front of her eyes, as if she herself is speaking softly to Chu Yan.

Take a deep breath and let the blurred eyes become clear again. Chu Yan looks at the handwriting on the wall carefully.

He had a premonition in his heart that the immortal's means must have something to do with his mother, and his mother had a special purpose to leave words for herself.