Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

"Live well." The gentle soft words resounded in Xing Yun's ears in the form of thoughts.

Xing Yun felt that she was thrown out forcefully.

It is the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

that moment

Xing Yun felt unprecedented despair.

After taking the blow from the black shadow, Ye Shu fell from a high altitude, and Fuxi stood in front of the weak Nuwa, and died together with the black shadow

Only she survived? .

"don't want!!!"

"Hiss!" Hong Zhu was startled by the scream, he looked at Xing Yun's face as pale as paper, and stroked his frightened little heart.

"What's wrong with you, little Xingxing? Are you having a nightmare?" Hong Zhu shook the red folding fan in her hand suspiciously.

"." Xing Yun opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all.

The cold sweat on the forehead slid down the temples, and there was also a warm liquid dripping continuously on the face. Xing Yun reached out and touched her face.

A piece of moist.

"Woo——" Xing Yun's legs were slightly bent, her slender arms wrapped around her knees, and she buried her face in it.

Her heart is constricting now and she can't breathe at all.

want to die.

It's okay if it's really just a dream

But she knew clearly that it was not a dream.

That's what happened.

My heart hurts.

Heart-piercing pain.

"Don't cry, little Xingxing, you should be happy. The old fox has mended the scar of the sky, so don't cry. He will be back soon. From now on, you can be your God Emperor happily." Madame."

Xing Yun couldn't hear what Hong Zhu was saying at all, but felt that Hong Zhu was very noisy.

She cried until she was almost out of breath, and when she wanted to suffocate to death, she suddenly fell into a cold and gentle embrace.

"Okay, don't cry, Yun'er, didn't you tell Ye Shu that crying is ugly?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Xing Yun trembled all over.

She choked with sobs, and raised her head cautiously, her bright eyes filled with clear water were shining brightly, and her eyelashes were also stained with crystal.

The delicate and pretty face was full of red clouds because of the violent emotions, and the small mouth was tightened into a straight line, which was pitiful and distressing.

"Ye, Yeshu? My lord God Emperor?" Xing Yun blinked a little dully, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face, Xing Yun's heart that was beating extremely fast because of being too excited slowly calmed down.

"I, am I really just dreaming?"

Xing Yun muttered to herself suspiciously, looking in a trance.

Knowing that Xing Yun's IQ is not online now, Shen Yeshu gave a doting chuckle, took the little girl into his arms, and softly said in an extremely gentle and magnetic voice: "It's not a dream, those are real, I am Ye Shu, also Shen Yeshu, of course, no matter who I am, I belong to Yun'er's family."

Xing Yun sobbed, her face full of disbelief.

Shen Yeshu just kept looking at her tenderly and dotingly.

Seeing that Shen Yeshu hadn't disappeared for a long time, Xing Yun reached out and pinched herself.

"Hmm!" Xing Yun, who felt that she was still in a dream and believed in it, struck quickly, accurately and ruthlessly, without giving herself and Shen Yeshu a chance to react at all.

Shen Yeshu: "."

With a low sigh, he grabbed the little girl's hand and healed the little girl with gentle spiritual energy. At the end, he put it to his lips and blew on it.

"Does it still hurt?" Shen Yeshu raised his head and asked with a smile.

Looking at the gentle and clear blue eyes of the person in front of her, Xing Yun pursed the corners of her lips, her nose sore.

"It doesn't hurt anymore"

The one who hurts is you.