Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

"Live well." Gentle whispers resounded in Xingyun's ears in the form of thoughts.

Xing Yun felt like she was thrown out with force.

It is the direction of Kunlun Mountain.

That moment...

Xingyun felt an unprecedented despair.

Ye Shu fell from the sky after receiving a blow from the shadow, and Fuxi stood in front of the weak Nuwa and perished with the shadow...

Only she survived?

.

"don't want!!!"

"Hi!" Hong Zhu was startled by the scream. He looked at Xing Yun's pale face as pale as paper and caressed his frightened little heart.

"What's wrong with you, little Xingxing? Have a nightmare?" Hong Zhu waved the red folding fan in his 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 tickling on his face. Xingyun reached out and touched her face.

A moist.

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

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

want to die.

If it was really just a dream...

But she clearly knew that it was not a dream.

That really happened.

Heart hurts.

Heartbreaking pain.

"Don't cry, little Xingxing, you should be happy, the scar of the sky has been filled by the old fox, so don't cry, he will be back soon, and you can be your **** emperor happily in the future. Madam..."

Xingyun couldn't hear what Hongzhu was saying at all, only that Hongzhu was very noisy.

She cried to the point where 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 it's ugly to cry?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Xing Yun trembled.

She choked up, raised her head cautiously, her bright eyes filled with clear water, and her eyelashes were also dyed with crystals.

The delicate and beautiful little face was full of red clouds because of the violent emotions, and the little mouth was tensed into a straight line, pitiful and heart-wrenching.

"Ye, Ye Shu? Lord God Emperor?" Xing Yun blinked her eyes dully, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Looking at that handsome face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, Xing Yun's heart, which was beating very fast because she was too excited, slowly calmed down.

"I, am I really just dreaming..."

Xingyun muttered to herself in doubt, her expression in a trance.

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

Xingyun 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, Xingyun reached out and pinched herself.

"Hmm!" Xing Yun, who felt that she was still in a dream, and was convinced of it, was quick, accurate, and ruthless, giving herself and Shen Yeshu no chance to react at all.

Shen Yeshu: "..."

He sighed lowly, grabbed the little girl's hand, healed the little girl with a gentle aura, and finally put it to his lips and blew.

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

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 sour.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

It's you who hurts.