Female Match Counterattack: Goddess of Special Forces

Chapter 158 Returning to the Zongmen
Gently curling, it seems to be heaven and earth.

"Father, I'm leaving!"

Hua Qianning stood in front of the gate, looking at Murong Yan and the others.

I don't know why, the more we get along, the more we don't want to be separated.

"Let's go!"

As expected of Hua Zhe, the head of the clan, his mood soon stabilized.

"Qian Ning—"

Murong Yan's voice was choked up, what should be said, I said it last night, now for a while, I don't know what to say.

"Mom, I'll be back when I have time!"

Hua Qianning held Murong Yan's hand, her heart was filled to the brim with their warm love.

"Ok!"

it is more than words.

After saying goodbye to Ai Ai during the period, Hua Qianning followed Mo Zhuochen and the others, Yu Jian flew to the foot of Wujizong Mountain.

Sit and drive, and soon arrived at Tianyang Peak.

Hua Qianning looked at the three big characters of Tianyang-feng, and couldn't help feeling a little excited in her heart.

It's been three years and I haven't come back! !
Suddenly a little, close to the hometown feeling timid.

Although, here I am, I don't know many people.

However, Senior Sister A Piao and Ye Guanguan must be the ones who miss themselves.

Also, Qian Shanyue and Hua Manxue, I don't know what expressions they will have when they face themselves! !

Thinking of this, Hua Qianning suddenly became a little bit excited again.

At that moment, she quickened her pace and walked towards the inside.

Because she is a "dead person", she has to follow her senior brother and the others to see the master.

In Tianyang Peak, one cannot fly with a sword.

Yanming was at the rank of uncle, smiled and waved to them, then sat on a flying treasure and went up first.

Mo Zhuochen and Hua Qianning went up the stairs.

The genius of the Wuji Sect, ink brushed, handsome, dressed in white, black hair like splashed ink, is a painting of his own.

Walking on the stone steps, it attracted the attention of many female cultivators.

And Hua Qianning, with wide sleeves and a red dress, with firm skin and a slender head and moth eyebrows, is such a beautiful woman of national beauty and heavenly beauty.

One white and one red, indescribably harmonious and moving.

The disciples around were all staring at him.

"Eldest senior brother, who is this with? This fairy has an extraordinary appearance, and senior senior brother is really a fairy couple!"

I don't know who it is, said in a low voice.

"That's right! Senior Brother Biqian and Junior Sister Hua from Xuannv Peak seem to be on the right track! But, where did you seem to have seen this fairy before!?"

Someone, chimed in.

"How could you have seen it!?"

"You have seen it, we should have seen it!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of gags and curses.

The two people walking on the stone steps are both Jindan stage cultivation bases, so their hearing is naturally good.

The disciples at the bottom could hear everything they said clearly without missing a single word.

However, of the two of them, one was expressionless and the other was cold and meaningless.

It was as if they had never heard of it at all.

Walking and walking, gradually walked to the halfway up the mountain, not far from the Ningshen Temple where the master lived.

Mo Zhuochen walked in front, and Hua Qianning followed behind him.

At this time, it was early morning, and the beautiful morning light hit them.

Under the reflection of the morning glow, Hua Qianning's red dress was like a flame.

As if to burn people.

Mo Zhuochen, who was wearing a simple white Taoist robe, was also lightly stained with a layer of red.

I don't know, is it the rendering of the red clouds in the sky, or the reflection of Hua Qianning beside me.

Neither of them made a sound, but the atmosphere was indeed very peaceful.

When the stone steps reached the end and the main hall was close in front of him, Mo Zhuochen suddenly felt a little disappointed.

(End of this chapter)