The expression on Beiming Yexuan's handsome face was slightly solemn, and his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to see his emotions. He only felt very cold, very cold, and there was a trace of sadness in the coldness. The sadness seemed to be lingering.

In his heart for many years, at least for many years, Beiming Yexuan was almost forgotten.

"Even though my mother has no blood relationship with me, she still loves me very much, loves me very much, and cares about me very much." Beiming Yexuan clenched his hands slightly, and the blue veins were faintly visible on his handsome face.

"Where is she now?" Feng Yunmo saw him like this, and her voice became low and soft.

"I don't know?" It was a very neat word, but he said it very seriously.

"..." Feng Yunmo looked at Beiming Yexuan speechlessly. He said that she didn't know what it meant, whether she was dead, missing, or left and went to a far away place.

However, the only thing she was sure of was that Beiming Yexuan missed his mother very much.

Feng Yunmo stretched out her hand and held Beiming Yexuan's slightly cold palm, and the warmth of her small hand was instantly transferred to the depths of his heart.

He lowered his eyes, and when he looked at her, his eyes were a little more gentle.

Feng Yunmo raised the corners of her lips and said, "We are all motherless children, we keep each other warm."

"Okay." Beiming Yexuan took out his hand from her little hand, then put his hand across Feng Yunmo's shoulder, and with a slight hook of his hand, he completely took her petite body into his arms.

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"This will keep you warm."

Taking the opportunity, he lowered his head and kissed her face heavily.

"Shameless!"

"Pay attention to your image." Mao Ling lowered his eyes and glanced at the two people hugging each other.

Bei Ming Yexuan relaxed his hand and put his palm on Feng Yunmo's left face. An incomprehensible light appeared in the depths of his eyes and said, "Let's set off."

"Yeah." Feng Yunmo nodded.

The two of them jumped on Mao Ling's back together, and Mao Ling ran in the direction Beiming Yexuan said.

At night, the weather gets weird.

The Grand Canyon stretches as high as the sky, with steep and precipitous walls. Occasionally flying rocks roll down from the top of the cliff, and the trail can only accommodate one person.

Beiming Yexuan was in front, Feng Yunmo was behind. Mao Ling's body was too big. When they reached the intersection of Yizitian, Feng Yunmo hugged it in his arms.

"The temperature on the ground in the Grand Canyon is quite high, but there is snow falling from the sky." Beiming Yexuan untied his red shirt, stopped, turned around, and put his shirt on Feng Yunmo:

"My shirt is resistant to both high and low temperatures. If you put it on, your body will not be affected by the weather."

"What about you?" Feng Yunmo asked with a frown.

"I am a big monster, but you are different. You are a human being. Many humans find it difficult to walk after entering the sky. Due to the huge contrast in the weather, if there is flying snow in the sky, it can freeze people instantly, and the ground will be like walking through a volcano.

"Scorching heat, I can use demonic energy to regulate my physique. Besides, it hasn't snowed yet, so we can get out of the two poles quickly now." Beiming Yexuan took Feng Yunmo's hand.

Feng Yunmo was still quite worried: "Are you really okay?"

"Really, I won't lie to you." Beiming Yexuan's bloody eyes flashed with determination, and his thin lips curved into a gentle smile.

Feng Yunmo followed him silently.

After walking out of the sky, you can see a desert.
Chapter completed!