In front of the nanmu coffin in the Night King's Palace.

Two little babies in white mourning clothes were kneeling on the mat.

The slightly shorter little girl was adorable, with crystal tears hanging on her pink eyelids. Her eyelids were red from crying, and her baby voice was full of sobs: "Mom... Yuanyuan wants mom..."

"Yuanyuan, mother just fell asleep. Don't cry, brother is here."

The little boy at the side was comforting his sister softly. Although he was only four and a half years old, he was already very calm. His pretty little face was cold and cool, but the tears in the corners of his eyes betrayed him.

The two were none other than the deceased children of Princess Ye, Chu Yao and Chu Yuan. Princess Ye was not favored, and after she fell into the water and died, only her two children cried for her.

Chu Yao looked at his pitiful crying sister, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

His mother was dead, and he had to protect his sister well.

At this moment, in the coffin, Lu Yanluo stared blankly at the coffin lid above her head, with a confused look on her face.

What is it like to wake up in a coffin?

One second, she was blown to ashes because of the experiment, and the next second, she was lying in the coffin.

Could it be that she died and the master collected her body?

And they found two crying babies for her?

She was woken up by her tears!

Lu Yanluo came back to her senses, looked at the strange situation in front of her, and took her own pulse with difficulty.

pulse……

Is the beating normal?

Lu Yanluo touched her warm skin blankly again, and then a thought came to her mind - could it be that she is still alive!

A hint of surprise blossomed in Lu Yanluo's mind, and she reacted instantly. She excitedly patted the coffin and shouted, "Hey, kids in the funeral team outside, stop crying. I'm not dead yet, let me out now!!"

A dull voice was heard.

The two babies, who were originally wearing white mourning clothes, stopped crying immediately when they heard the noise.

Little Yuanyuan opened her eyes wide, staring at the coffin, clutching the corner of Chu Yao's clothes tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Kiddy, katydid, there is a sound in the coffin, it's a ghost, Yuanyuan is scared."

Is she... is she going to be eaten by Guigui? !

Chu Yao, who was standing aside, had a murderous look on his face. He pursed his lips and protected his sister behind him, staring at the coffin with a cold face: "Don't be afraid, Yuanyuan, Guigui can't beat brother, brother will go and beat him up!"

He is not afraid of ghosts!

The little fellow walked towards the coffin with his short legs, tightly gripping the dagger in his hand, but his heart was beating like a drum.

However, Lu Yanluo didn't respond for a long time, so she shouted, "Wai? Can you hear me? I haven't hung up yet! Let me out!"

This sound...

With a loud bang.

The little boy's pupils constricted and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

He held back his tears, and patted the coffin with his chubby hands excitedly: "Mom?! Mom, are you still alive?"

Someone finally came.

Lu Yanluo didn't pay attention to his address. She breathed a sigh of relief and responded loudly: "Yes, yes, I'm not dead yet, let me out!"

"Yuanyuan, come quickly, it's mother! Mother is not dead! Don't be afraid, Yao'er will rescue mother right away."

"Mother, have you slept enough? Yuanyuan, open the coffin, mother, come out."

After hearing this, little Yuanyuan was no longer afraid. She showed her happy dimples and asked her brother innocently.

Xiao Yaoyao nodded seriously and pushed his sister with great effort to climb onto the table where the coffin was placed. The two of them pushed the coffin with all their chubby hands.

Seeing someone coming to rescue her, Lu Yanluo inside also tried hard to push open the coffin lid.

I don’t know how much time passed.

With a bang.

The coffin was pushed out!

A light flashed before her eyes, and Lu Yanluo hurriedly climbed out of the coffin in joy. Before she could come to her senses, she heard a cheering voice: "Mom!"

Lu Yanluo looked down and saw a pretty little girl about four years old hugging her thighs, looking up at her with dependence.

His eyes were full of admiration.

You know what, this kid is quite dedicated. She's already alive, so why would he recognize her as his mother?

"Good boy, but I'm not—"

She swallowed the words "your mother".

When Lu Yanluo saw the layout of the mourning hall, her eyes lit up immediately. She quickly moved forward to study it, and couldn't help muttering:

"Oh my god, is the master crazy?"

"The vase from the Yun Dynasty, the jade beads from three thousand years ago, and the phoenix nest candlesticks are all authentic!"

"So I am so important to Master?"

Chu Yuan on the side tilted her head, biting her fingers, looking at her mother in confusion as to why she was so excited holding the broken candlestick. She just approached Chu Yao and wanted to ask her brother.

Before he finished speaking, footsteps were heard.

The door was lit by candlelight.

"What's going on here?"

Several servants on night patrol heard the noise and walked in impatiently to check, but as soon as they entered the mourning hall, they saw Lu Yanluo.

The air stagnated for a few seconds, and a scream suddenly rang out: "Damn it! The princess...she...she's back from the dead!"