"No! No!"

Yaorao, who was trapped in leisure, once again fought with her will, shook Long Jue's hand, and struggled and shouted: "There is still blood Thirteen!"

In Yaorao's heart, except for her father and her companions in Bingfengcheng, only the respectable and awesome Blood Master is the one she absolutely cannot forget!

She stared at Long Jue with her round eyes and looked at him with confused and surprised eyes.

Long Jue's face was stunned in front of Yaorao for a moment, then gently patted Yaorao's head and snorted strangely: "Did my Yaoyao not wake up today or had a nightmare last night? Didn't Senior Blood Thirteen have been rescued by you long ago?"

"Be good... think about it carefully."

Long Jue's demonic voice and his burning lips brushed over the tip of Xiangra's ears, which immediately doubled the beating of Xiangra's heart, and some hazy pictures appeared out of thin air in his already chaotic mind!

"There is a...a big battle..."

The enchanting and clear eyes were turbid. She had no impression of the specific situation of the battle, but some fragments were slowly pieced together in her mind!

She... let...Di Lan... use...the spirit beads to fight the enemy...

Old Man Evil Fire... and Elder Demon Cloud... surrounded by himself and killed people...

She lifted some enemies with her bare hands and threw them under the swords of Feng Kuang and Xius!

"There is also the Yanhuang!" The scene suddenly became a sleeping scene!

The beautiful ethereal sound of the flame phoenix roaring into the air seemed to be still lingering in the enchanting ears!

"I remember that Yan Huang's true body came, and I was also in duel with a very powerful elder of the Shenzong."

Yaorao immediately described Long Jue excitedly, as if she could think of these fragments that made her particularly happy!

"Just why... there are always some things that can't be remembered?"

However, if you want to chew the details carefully, a bone-thrusting pain will instantly pass through the enchanting body. If you continue to think so much, you will be afraid that her head will explode with pain.

"Yeah, yeah... I remember all the things you said, because I've been fighting with you!"

Long Jue held the enchanting hand tightly and sent warm and safe power to her.

"I have said a long time ago that you have worked so hard over the years. Not only do you have to fight against the demons, but you also have to deal with the strong men of the four sects. After finally relaxing, some of your memories will naturally be blurred."

"But this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, because I will protect you well. Let's go to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion. From now on, the word "world" has nothing to do with you and me!"

Long Jue said something so that Yaorao felt safe and happy. However, she still pouted her mouth and asked worriedly: "Where has that blood man gone?" She really couldn't remember this.

"Senior Blood Thirteen is waiting for us in our seclusion!"

Long Jue shaved his enchanting nose and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that only the seclusion place chosen by the old man in blood is the safest, most beautiful, and most reassuring for you, so he chased him and asked him to explore the way for you?"

"Then we will see him when we go?" Yaorao was already so happy that she was dizzy and had no idea of ​​thinking.

"Of course!" Long Jue held the enchanting hand and walked towards Aslant, Qilin King and others who were walking towards the two of them, and then his steps were briskly immersed in the morning light in the sky.

The memories of this scene suddenly flew away thousands of years in Xiangrao's mind!

Thousands of tastes float in the heart after time settles!

A scene passed through the enchanting eyes... She was holding a tiny red-haired baby in her arms, holding a spirit bead in her hand to make him happy. The baby's eyes were as bright as stars, reflecting her quiet and satisfied smile.

In the blink of an eye, the little boy suddenly grew up, and a more energetic boy than Long Jue was suddenly standing in front of him.

I saw him stepping on the purple dark fire and holding a golden dragon spear. No matter how you look, it makes people feel happy. The young man also described many surprising and dangerous experiences to himself with a proud look on his face. When it comes to excitement, he could see the boundless sea of ​​stars and the vast earth in his eyes!

Raisers become ignorant listeners instead.

Just like when she told her wonderful stories to the boy, the enchanting woman at this time had turned into a beautiful woman, sitting quietly beside the boy, listening to his words with a smile, but perhaps there was a sorrow hidden in this smile that the boy could not see.

After chatting, this curious child of heaven and earth soon left her side again.

What is enchanting is that... the boy will leave again to experience his life and his wonderfulness. At that time, only when the child misses home one day, can he smile and listen to the chaos and war that has gone away with him in that quiet and short night.

She... is not his own.

A complicated feeling suddenly rose to the enchanting heart!

The first hurt in artistic conception!

With the youth's spirit as a mirror, I suddenly saw my old age and crampedness!

Life is a mountain climbing. From being alone and striving to climb to the top of the mountain, to the peak of your prime, looking back at the rugged things under the mountain and the once-rifty ruggedness you have walked through, and then you will gain the most fulfilling sense of self-fullness in this life.

But such a peak will not always stop in anyone's life.

To see the scenery, you must also learn to walk down the mountain. As you gradually descend, you should put down all the heavy objects that you carried on your shoulders in your previous life, and learn to accept the elegance and frivolity of the later generations whistling on the top of the mountain.

Some people can accept their way down the mountain calmly, while others will be jealous of those who are still stopping on the top of the mountain, they will care about their descendants who will never be on the same road as them, and they will miss their blood relatives who are still climbing upwards across a mountain.

This is a kind of old age, a kind of sadness flowing silently but unspeakable with regret for the end of one's life and with attachment to his offspring.

After seeing this scene, Yaorao felt that a blunt weapon had scratched her heart! She suddenly felt that the child's departure took away most of the life in her body!

However, before the wound could heal, the scene in front of Yaorao suddenly changed!

The mountain wind is cold, and the endless fallen leaves fall in front of you.

The strong wind blows, and the wind that is slightly cool into the heart.

This time, the person in front of me was no longer a young man connected to his bloodline, but an old friend who was very familiar.

Although the traces of time have already filled his face, his eyebrows and eyes are still as clear and gentle as they were when they first met him, flashing with an intoxicating color as amber. The fragrance of medicine on his body makes people feel refreshed.

...Baili Chen!
Chapter completed!