At this time, he began to seriously look at the boy in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he was amazed. His appearance was too handsome, and he might attract attention wherever he went. There was a faint sense of transcendence and elegance on his body, as if even thousands of people stood together, he was still so transcendent and still the only person to pay attention to! His face was faintly smiling, but his eyes were a kind of dullness that ignored everything in the world. Only when he looked at the girl in his arms would it completely melt into softness.

His tone of speech was too peaceful, as if the tone of the superior who looked down on sentient beings, although it was intimate but not obvious, but it could not be concealed by anyone with discerning eyes.

Mr. Long thought to himself. It seems that this person is definitely not an ordinary person, he should be a contemporary successor in a big family! This kind of innate sense of superiority and casualness can definitely not be a person that can be cultivated by a small family or an explosive household! But such a spirit can be cultivated by even a big family.

Mr. Long couldn't help but become more curious about the origin of this person.

Old Master Long's eyes fell on his left hand holding Ningxue. A black ring entered his sight. His pupils shrank suddenly, but were immediately covered by him. The instant change of his eyes and eyes fell into Ye Wuchen's eyes. He smiled at Old Master Long, swept the black ring on his left hand with the light of his eyes, thinking.

"Xue'er, stop crying, everyone will laugh at you if you cry again." Ye Wuchen shook Ningxue's body lightly, as if coaxing a newborn baby.

"I...I didn't cry, I was just so happy..." Ye Ningxue suppressed her crying, her arms tightly hooked her neck, and she couldn't let go for a moment.

Long Zhengyang finally couldn't help asking: "Brother Ye, are you really okay? But the previous internal organ trauma was really..."

If an ordinary person had suffered such damage to his internal organs, he would have died long ago. It would be a miracle to be able to survive. Now standing here safely is simply... unintelligible. The innate spiritual energy of the Fiery Bird Egg should only be enough to make him survive for a while, and it would never have such a magical effect.

Ye Wuchen smiled and nodded: "My injuries are far less serious than you think. The skills I practiced can also automatically recover from my injuries. Moreover, although my body cannot move in the past two days, I have always been awake. I hear everything you say."

Ye Wuchen was indeed healed, and there was no more trauma on his body. But the dozen powerful auras lurking in his body seemed to be more than a dozen temporarily sleeping bombs, and they would wake up again at some point, causing his life to be in danger.

Long Zhengyang frowned slightly, looking confused.

"Wuchen remembers your kindness to me and Xueer. I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past two days. Now Wuyan continues to disturb you, so Xueer and I say goodbye."

He did not delay his words and did things, nor did he feel embarrassed. Old Master Long looked up to him a little bit, and did not persuade him to keep him, saying, "Since that's the case, I, the old man, don't force me to stay. But, is your body really okay? Don't waste the painstaking efforts of the girl Ningxue."

"Old Master Xie Long cares, I really have no problem now." He lowered his head and patted Ningxue's soft back, and said softly: "Xue'er, it's time to leave and say goodbye to your grandfather and Brother Long."

Looking up from Wuchen's arms, Ningxue waved reluctantly: "Brother is going to take Xue'er away... Grandpa Gan and Brother Long, thank you for your help to brother and Xue'er. Xue'er will always think of you and let your brother take Xue'er to see you."

Mr. Long laughed happily: "With your words, my grandfather, is in a great mood."

"Goodbye." Nodded slightly to them, Ye Wuchen walked straight out without stopping. Soon, Ye Ningxue shouted "Goodbye Grandpa..." from outside the door, and the voice became farther and farther away.

"I'm leaving so urgently. Even if his body is really well, Sister Ningxue needs to take good care of her... But his body is really fine? I'm still a little confused." Long Zhengyang said casually.

Mr. Long was silent, and then said to himself: "No... I met his grandson fifteen years ago. At that time, he was five years old, his bones were very thick, and his age and appearance seemed to be incorrect, which was strange."

"Grandpa, have you seen that person before?" Long Zhengyang asked.

Mr. Long shook his head and said meaningfully: "Yang'er, if you have the chance, make more friends with this person. He should be very helpful to you in the future."

Long Zhengyang nodded, then whispered: "It's strange, why do I always think that this little brother seems to have seen him somewhere."

"Brother, you said you would protect Xueer for the rest of your life."

"Um."

"Then don't leave Xue'er alone, okay..."

"Um!"

The sound of gurgling water came from his ears. Ye Wuchen stopped and placed Ningxue on a flat stone by the stream. He gently wiped the tears on her face with his fingers, and then gently stroked the cuts on her face. He said softly: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all."

Ye Wuchen tapped her little nose lightly, and his eyes surged sour again. He smiled and said, "It's all because of me that Xue'er suffered so much. I know Xue'er will definitely not blame me... My brother swears to you that no matter where you go in the future, you will never leave Xue'er behind."

Ningxue nodded vigorously, her eyebrows bent and she smiled slightly. The terrible damaged face was so beautiful in Wuchen's eyes.

His fingers scratched every red mark on her face, and the wounded marks wherever he went were completely wiped away, with no trace remaining, as if it was not a wound, but a color that fell away with one stroke. He used the power of the "Wuchen Jue" to wipe away the wounds on her face and hands one by one, and then hugged her in his arms, carefully took off her cute white shoes, which brought Ningxue's painful whisper.

The white socks had been dyed red, and you can imagine how much pain she had been enduring on her feet during the past two days of running. Wuchen felt ashamed as a needle, and dared not take off her socks anymore. Then he gently held her little feet, and the strength poured in directly, completely repairing the trauma on her feet.

"Brother, you are so awesome, I don't hurt at all." Ye Ningxue kept looking at him intently, her eyes that were even more crystal clear than crystal clay were filled with obsession and attachment.

Taking off her two small socks, Ye Wuchen whispered: "Whoever makes you hurt again in the future, I will make him regret it for the rest of his life."

His voice was too low, and Ningxue didn't hear what he was saying clearly. She blinked and looked at him like this. Only by losing can we know the terribleness of losing. Only by losing and regaining can we truly realize how happy it is to be by his side.

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