Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

"See me..." Tan Niang frowned and repeated the woman's words. The arrival of Mu Chuihan had already disturbed her mind, and when she heard this, the unease in her heart grew even stronger.

Tan Niang turned to look at her young son, who was still sitting on the bed smiling carefree, which made her smile involuntarily.

An An felt her mother's gaze and looked up: "Mother, Aunt Lan, what are you talking about?"

"It's okay, mother will come when you go." Tan Niang said softly: "An An is here, can I play with my brother and Aunt Lan?"

"Mmmm." An An showed a bright smile, got out of bed and took Mu Chuihan's hand: "Mom, go quickly."

He seemed to like Mu Chuihan very much, and his closeness was beyond words. This was very novel to Mu Chuihan. Although the gentleman Tingyun he knew was a kind and gentle person, he was always cold and indifferent on the surface, and he was not rude to everyone.

But he wasn't excited about it. An An's little hands are soft, and she loves to laugh very much, and those clear eyes show kindness to everyone. What made him become the future Lord Tingyun?

Is it just the long years of immortality?

Mu Chuihan rubbed An An's head, the small body carried Ye Tingjiang's spirit, and his memory was also fixed at this age. But Mu Chuihan didn't believe that Illusion would kindly recreate Ye Tingjiang's carefree childhood. Then, what will happen next...

He hurriedly called out to Tan Niang: "No, don't go."

Tan Niang seemed to have expected, but she just laughed softly and said solemnly: "You must take good care of An An."

The mother's heavy expression finally made the little dumpling feel wrong. He ran to Tan Niang's feet with his short legs and opened his arms: "Mother, can you take me with you?"

Mu Chuihan was about to pull him back, but there were cluttered footsteps on the stairs, followed by a commotion.

The man's voice was very rude: "Push three and block four, what about people?"

The old lady smiled with her: "Masters, Tan Niang is indeed unwell, and it is not suitable to see guests..."

"Bah, it's long-winded." The male cultivator scolded: "Our master wants to meet someone, is it your old lady who can stop it?"

Tan Niang's face turned pale when she heard the sound, and suddenly pushed An An away from her. Lan Niang was panic-stricken, Tan Niang actually said to Mu Chuhuihan: "Protect him, don't let him come out!"

The voice fell, and she slammed the door.

An An was startled by her usually gentle mother, and she cried out loudly: "Mother, I want my mother."

Maybe he felt something in his heart and wanted to open the door and rush out to find his mother.

Mu Chuihan hurriedly hugged the child from behind. He had a hunch that something irreversible was going to happen outside, and he hurriedly called An An behind him: "Jun Tingyun, Ye Tingjiang! Xianjun!"

Each one was a name from reality. Mu Chuihan was not sure of the specific method to awaken people. He could only try the simplest one first, trying to bring Ye Tingjiang out of the illusion before everything happened.

It's a pity that An An didn't respond to every word, and still cried and wanted to call her mother.

The male cultivator outside was approaching, and Tan Niang asked coldly, "Did he call you here?"

When An An heard her mother's voice, she cried even more. Mu Chuihan was ruthless, and directly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

The male cultivators laughed: "That's right, the master asked us to take the young master back to the house."

He said "little young master", but Mu Chuihan didn't hear any respect from their words.

"Why!" Tan Niang reprimanded: "He is my son, you can never take him away."

"Your son?" The male cultivator sneered, "This is the noble young master of the Ye family, you lowly woman, don't toast or punish you! If you are acquainted, maybe the patriarch can reward you with the position of a concubine. ."

Tan Niang said coldly, "It was he who said he didn't want this son, and now I have never bothered him. Why did you go back on your word?"

The male cultivator didn't have the heart to talk to her any more: "Get out of the way, isn't your son in there!"

Lan Niang shivered beside her. Mu Chuihan was anxious, he didn't know if he should escape with An An. There are thousands of solutions to the illusion, maybe there is a way out if you avoid this matter, or maybe you will usher in a dead end as soon as you leave.

Tan Niang seemed to be blocking the door. But she and the bustard are mortals, and they are powerless to fight back against the monks.

The monk seemed to kick Tan Niang, and the silhouette of the woman in front of the door bent over. Tan Niang just snorted softly, still blocking the door.

The bustard said anxiously: "Master, how can you do it? Although we are weak women, it's not that we don't know other monks. It's not good for you to bully the weak."

She really had no choice but to temporarily use other guests as shields. But this is just a powerless threat. Right now, they can't find any helpers, and they can only hope that these monks will take care of their face.

"No use of spiritual power is kindness. In the world of immortality, the Ye family is the rule!" The male cultivator said proudly, "Get out of the way!"

It seemed that he was about to attack Tan Niang again, and Mu Chuihan felt that An An in his arms began to struggle frantically. He was about to be unable to hold the child, so he could only drag him.

However, the child's struggle is getting stronger and stronger, and it is not at all the strength that a boy can exert. This can only be the power that Ye Tingjiang burst out as the master of illusion.

Mu Chuihan gritted his teeth and couldn't care about anything else. The spiritual power of his fingertips turned into a rope, instantly binding An An in place.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment, the spiritual light on An An's side exploded, and the spiritual rope instantly turned into nothingness. Mu Chuihan was also shocked by the spiritual light, and An An cried out, "Mother—"

When the male cultivator heard the sound, he happily said, "It's inside!"

Tan Niang said sharply, "An An, go back!"

But it was too late, An An burst out of the room crying and threw herself into Tan Niang's arms.

Mu Chuihan followed him out. Now it seems that the illusion has perfectly reproduced the memory of the practitioner. This scene is a real scene. The will of the illusion cannot be shaken and cannot be changed.

Tan Niang hugged her son tightly, and the male repairer immediately went to grab the boy. An An was pulled vigorously and cried heart-to-heart: "Mother, mother..."

"Don't touch my son!" Tan Niang's hair was scattered in the pulling, and her usually dignified face was a little terrifying at this time: "Don't move."

The male cultivator snatched the child and turned to leave, but Tan Niang chased after him and said in a stern voice, "Return my son—"

Mu Chuihan watched this scene quietly, he really wanted to do something, but he already knew that nothing could change.

Knowing that it was an abyss, he could only watch the young Ye Tingjiang galloping towards the cliff, reliving all the pain of the year.

Tan Niang rushed over desperately, and Lan Niang and the bustard who had reacted also came up and pulled her.

The bustard advised: "Tan Niang, since she is An Ge'er's biological father, she will not treat him harshly."

"No! It's impossible for him!" Tan Niang rushed to fight and finally angered the male cultivator.

He handed An An into the hands of another person, and his whole body exuded killing intent.

Mu Chuihan had a bad heart. The moment the male cultivator raised his spirit sword, he knew he couldn't change it, but he couldn't help but move.

Jianguang headed straight for Tan Niang, Mu Chuihan rushed to Tan Niang's side, and his spiritual power turned into a barrier, blocking the woman's face.

The cultivation level of the male cultivator is not high, but it is in the middle stage of the spirit-inducing realm. The spiritual power that Mu Chuihan injected in his anxiety also exceeded the scope of the Void Shattering Realm. The barrier should have been able to withstand it for a while, but under the rules of the Illusion Realm, it shattered instantly.

Even in the illusion, Fu Yan's body was still unable to withstand the excessive spiritual power. The moment Mu Chuihan formed the barrier, he was backlashed and fell to the wall weakly, the skin on his hands split open and blood dripped.

And the sword light broke through the barrier and sank straight into Tan Niang's chest, sealing all her shrill screams in her mouth.

She bent her knees and fell to the ground, her lips were still slightly open to say what she could not finish, her wide eyes were full of red bloodshots, but there was no breath anymore.

The face is terrifying like a ghost, and there is no trace of tenderness.

An An suddenly broke free from the male cultivator's arms. By this time, he had lost his voice, but tears had already flowed down his face.

He was not afraid of his mother's terrifying death, so he jumped up and hugged Tan Niang's arm tightly.

For a moment, he whimpered: "Mother, why are you not moving? Look at An An, don't you want me?"

Mother's warm embrace was getting colder at this time, but An An was reluctant to let go from beginning to end.

The bustard and Lan Niang were too frightened to speak, and the male cultivator was about to step up and tear him away.

Mu Chuihan tried his best to get up from the ground, and he shivered and stretched out his sleeves to cover An An's face again, this time covering his eyes.

"Don't look." He said impatiently.

An An didn't struggle anymore, but suddenly asked, "Brother, what happened to my mother? Why didn't she speak?"

Mu Chuihan was saddened in his heart, but he could only try his best to comfort him: "Mother is playing games with An An, wooden man, you are not allowed to speak or move."

"Oh," An An accepted it quickly, and asked again, "Is that mother trying to make faces to scare me?"

Mu Chuihan was about to answer, but the male cultivator who used his sword just now said first, "Little Master, this woman is dead, I will take you to find your father."

"Dead..." An An seemed unable to understand such words at a young age.

"Master, let's go." The male repairman walked to An An.

Tan Niang's death cannot be changed. And since Ye Tingjiang took the surname Ye, it was enough to prove that he was recognized by the Ye family as something that happened in the real world, and he was destined to be taken away by the monks of the Ye family at this time.

Mu Chuihan no longer stopped him, but before the male cultivator came into contact with An An, he stopped him: "Don't touch him, I will take this child with you."

The male cultivator glanced at him: "Who are you?"

Mu Chuihan said, "I was entrusted by his mother to take care of him. Since you respect him as the young master, it's okay to have another person to take care of him."

Illusion doesn't have too many restrictions on him, an outsider, the male cultivator glanced at him and agreed: "If his mother can be as wise as you, she won't lose her life."

An An knelt beside her mother, seemingly tired from crying. Mu Chuihan went to hug him again, he held Tan Niang's hand softly and let go, fainting weakly.

The group of male cultivators walked in front, not at all touched by Tan Niang's death.

The male cultivator who killed Tan Niang spat: "A mortal man even made me move my sword, this time the owner of the family can give me a credit."

Mu Chuihan hugged An An silently, his hands covered with blood, but he covered his ears, for fear that these voices would stab the child awake.

The cultivator took them to the flying spirit tool and arrived at Ye's house in a blink of an eye.

As an aristocratic family of immortals, the Ye family's mansion was dead. The spirit servants came and went in a hurry, only to be surprised when they saw the boy: "Really found it?"

The group of male cultivators nodded and swaggered to the main hall. When he was still outside the door, he heard a female voice scolding: "Trash!"

There were five or six monks without swords kneeling on the ground in the main hall, and it was obviously the lady on the main seat who spoke up just now.

She looked gloomy, but she was a little haggard. The middle-aged man beside him also had a sullen face, but did not speak.

A male cultivator stepped in and reported: "Patriarch, Madam, the young master has been brought here."

Hearing this, the head of the family finally calmed down and said to the monk below, "You go down first."

The group of monks fled the main hall as if flying, but their eyes stayed on An An for a while, as if they saw a life-saving treasure.

An'an trekked all the way, and seemed to be awake, but Mu Chuihan stepped into the hall despite his unease.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he felt that the lady's eyes were fixed on An An, as if she was ecstatic, but also extremely resentful, as if she was going to devour him.

Mu Chuihan subconsciously moved away from Madam Ye. And An An finally moved again, and when she woke up, she saw the face of a strange man in front of her.

The Ye family head smiled at the child, but Mu Chuihan felt chills all over his body. In any case, that smile did not seem like a manifestation of his father's kindness.

He said hoarsely, "Child, I am your father."

Although An An is small, he is smart, and he has never felt a trace of kindness from him at this moment. The little dumpling was stunned, turned his head and retracted into Mu Chuihan's arms, and burst into tears again.

The author has something to say: Teacher Ye is too bitter, woo woo

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