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Chapter 1889 Figures
The situation above the altar made the people below the altar dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on.

"What's going on?" Liu Heming and Shu Wuyue, who were far away, didn't know who they were, so everyone couldn't help discussing, only Bei Mingyuan, who was originally sitting on the seat, stood up. Come, frowned and looked towards the direction above the altar.

Mu Ling stared at Ban Heming who was kneeling on the ground, his heart was beating violently, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at Beiming Ruihua. The name that was about to come out in his mind, Mu Ling's gaze depicted Beiming Ruihua Ming Ruihua's eyebrows.

"Little Orange?" Carefully called out Beiming Ruihua's nickname.

"Mother..." Beiming Ruihua choked up when he heard Mu Ling's call. It has been 13 years, and he has never heard anyone call his nickname in 13 years, and now he finally heard it again.

"Mother." Beiming Ruihua immediately stepped forward and hugged Mu Ling in his arms. Beiming Ruihua's movements seemed to throw himself into Mu Ling's arms, but Beiming Ruihua was no longer what he used to be. The little milk baby, with such a clumsy appearance, it seemed a little weird to step forward to hold Mu Ling.

"Mother, I miss you so much..." Beiming Ruihua's generation of emperors, buried in Mu Ling's arms at this moment, choked up and cried.

Mu Ling hugged Beiming Ruihua for a long time before he realized that his eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and he couldn't believe it was really his son. Seeing this son who was much taller than him, his eyes were full of disbelief.

The interaction between Beiming Ruihua and Mu Ling on the altar finally attracted everyone to look at it. No one could think about how a person suddenly appeared on the altar.

"You've grown so big..." Mu Ling raised his head and reached out to caress Beiming Ruihua's face, his eyes were full of tears, crying and laughing at the same time, he just held Beiming Ruihua tremblingly Hua's hand seemed a little uncertain.

"Hua'er, is it really you? Have I come back..." Mu Ling choked up and felt a little uncomfortable. This person, once he has experienced too many disappointments, now the truth is in front of him, but he is a little scared.

"It's a baby, mother." Beiming Ruihua looked at Mu Ling seriously, feeling the same disbelief in his heart.

On the altar, Mu Ling was still immersed in shock and disbelief. Beiming Ruihua eagerly took Mu Ling's hand and pulled Mu Ling to the front of the altar. Only then did Mu Ling realize that he was standing on the high platform, And there are many people under that high platform.

The black armor on the altar was beside Mu Ling. Mu Ling looked at the armor and his heart trembled. How could she not be familiar with this armor?
Mu Ling stretched out his hand to caress the armor, his eyes, his movements, and his familiar face were just displayed in front of everyone. There was silence on the altar, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at him in astonishment. The figure that appeared on the altar.

"General..."

"It's the general..."

"General?"

Those who can come here to participate in the festival are all brothers who followed Mu Ling through life and death. There is no one standing here who doesn't know Mu Ling. For 13 years, they saw Mu Ling appear again, and they were still in Mu Ling's house. At the festival.

At this moment, the shock in their hearts can be imagined.

When everyone was shocked, only one person walked towards the altar in a nearly mechanical step by step, his black clothes stood out from the crowd.

(End of this chapter)