Chapter 293 A Landscape Burial

Mu Zhaotong is like a wood that has suddenly lost its vitality, already aging, now even more old, the old dean of the road from the old man left him as if in an instant from the autumn into the winter of the old tree, the leaves fall out, leaving only the shriveled and full of wrinkles of the tree trunk.

When the lady came in from outside Mu Zhaotong was actually unaware of it, her eyes staring straight out, and at this time it was already slightly light in the sky.

"Master?"

Madam called out softly and placed the bowl of hot soup she was holding in her hand in front of Mu Zhaotong.

"Ma'am."

Mu Zhaotong squeezed out some smiles and tried to be as gentle as possible.

"Why are you up so early."

"If you don't sleep, how can I sleep? It's just that again, I was afraid that it would affect you thinking about things, and I stayed up until it was almost dawn before I came over."

"I'm fine."

Mu Zhaotong took a sip of the soup and suddenl