Chapter 8 A mountain is taller than a mountain ([-])

Mu Qiu sighed, and said, "Well, everyone in the house knows that Madam is the kind of woman of extraordinary background, but no one knows Madam's background."

"Then, does dad know?"

"The slave does not know."

Mo Xiaoyu frowned, not knowing what she was thinking.

"That's right! Miss! Madam has ordered the servants to hand this to Miss when she is 15 years old." Suddenly, Mu Qiu seemed to have thought of something and yelled.

Then he walked to the corner of the wall, and lightly touched a brick on the wall with his hand, and then a brick fell from the adjacent wall. Mu Qiu glanced at it, ignored it, but put his hand into the hole in the wall. After a while, Mu Qiu took out a black box from the hole.

"Miss, this is it."

When Mo Xiaoyu found the box, she was shocked in her heart!
Luban lock? !

How can it be? How could something from the 21st century be here?

Although Mo Xiaoyu was puzzled, she didn't delay, and untied Lu Ban's locks one after another with ease.

With a click, the box opened, and a jade flute came into view.

When the hand touched the jade flute, the jade flute vibrated!

"Hiss—" Mo Xiaoyu screamed, and then, a phantom appeared in her mind.

"Daughter, mother knows that you will resent mother for leaving you behind, but what mother is going to do is too dangerous. Now, mother can't tell you the reason yet. Mother has her own difficulties, but when you become stronger, once Someone will tell you everything about your mother..." After saying that, the beautiful woman disappeared from Mo Xiaoyu's mind.

resentment?Difficulties?
Mo Xiaoyu couldn't figure it out, relying on this information, she had no way to figure out the general situation.

This undoubtedly upset Mo Xiaoyu.

Even if there are difficulties, and blood is thicker than water, no matter how you look at it, my mother will not bear her to suffer in the general's mansion.

Ask this world, which mother would be willing to let her children suffer?

"Miss, miss?" Mu Qiu gently shook Mo Xiaoyu, full of worry could be seen in his expression.

"Mu Qiu, I'm going to rest, you go out."

Lying on the bed, Mo Xiaoyu rubbed the center of her brows, upset.

It's about today's daytime affairs, and it's enough to worry Mo Xiaoyu. Her heart is like a mirror, and Mo Lingwei will definitely not let her go in the future. How much trouble.

In addition, she has no spiritual power and can't practice, so she may be difficult to move forward in the future.

Mo Xiaoyu's face became serious, she knew clearly that if she didn't find a way to cultivate quickly, she might not be able to survive in this world of the weak and the strong.

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