"Godfather, tell me, how is Ayu's injury?" Xiaoyao spoke, and did not continue Qian Lixuan's words. Because, she could also feel that this kind of thing was part of the remnant wind, so
Sooner or later, I will return to his body one day.
It's just a matter of time.
"That child was seriously injured and his body was almost in a state of shattering. Zhan Cangkong used his spiritual power to protect her body and life, allowing her to live to this day. If I guess correctly, Zhan Cangkong's spiritual power would use his spiritual power to
"Qian Lixuan spoke slowly, and then suddenly a smile on his lips was filled with a very peaceful smile: "Cangqiong, this child, has always been like a happy and angry person, and over time, he will feel that he is very cold, but
, His love is heavier than anyone else.”
The best proof is to protect the half-body spiritual power that breaks the body.
Zhan Cangqiong said he didn't understand love, but he was so affectionate.
"Godfather, is it saved?" Xiaoyao was most concerned about this issue. If Beigong Buyu was not saved, she would never feel at ease in her life.
She was the only one who reached out to her, and the only one, how could she let her die?
"I don't even look at who your godfather is. As long as I have a breath, I can cure it." Qian Lixuan smiled slightly, and then he grabbed Xiaoyao's hand, his eyes extremely gentle.
Xiaoyao was slightly stunned. The extremely warm temperature came from the hand on his hand, and in an instant it seemed to brush away an indescribable haze.
Gentle, broad, broad, loving, like a father's feeling.
This is something that Ren Fengxing never gave to her, and seems to be called fatherly love.
Qian Lixuan instantly felt Xiaoyao's state of mind. His spiritual power was mainly healing. Although his attack spiritual power was extremely powerful, it was not as good as healing.
However, the healing system has another huge feature, which is that it can perceive a person's state of mind.
Only when you can empathize with the pain can you reach people.
Whether it is the body or the mind.
"Xiaoyao, let's go!" Qian Lixuan took her and slowly walked up to the red silk. The pear blossoms around him were still floating, like the fireworks of summer, and were extremely beautiful.
When they arrived at the palace, Qian Lixuan took her toward her palace. The guards around him saw their demon king pulling a woman, his eyes radiating.
Before walking to a palace, Xiaoyao looked up and saw the words on it.
Concubine Palace.
Two words are a kind of boundless thought.
She looked up at Qian Lixuan beside her, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up. In this world, there is such a person who loves her mother, and her mother is actually happy.
Very happy.
When she entered, Xiaoyao was a little surprised. It was not like the palace she remembered, with gold and jade, and it was luxurious. The decoration in the palace was simple and generous, holy and pure, and there was a hidden kingly style everywhere.
"Xiaoyao, there are two inner halls on both sides, and there is a warm jade bed on each side. You can go to the East Pavilion to have a sleep. The warm jade bed can help you better adapt to the demigod realm." Qian Lixuan looked at Xiaoyao and looked at Xiaoyao.
At first glance, the extremely gentleness in his eyes seemed to have treated her as his daughter.
Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes!"
It was useless for her to be anxious now, and she really couldn't adapt to the demigod realm. Although she could barely stand here now, she could feel something strange in her body.
Seeing Xiaoyao disappearing from Dong Pavilion, Qian Lixuan's smile suddenly disappeared, and the tenderness in his eyes was replaced by a heavy sadness.
The silver eyes were like a deep and deep tale in the middle of the night, revealing an indescribable melancholy.
Walking out of the palace of Feihuan, his whole body was indescribable trance. His silver hair seemed to be much dimmed at this time, and the faint silver light flowing seemed to turn into a dull silver-gray color.
When we arrived at the back of the Concubine Palace, there was a huge garden with flowers of various colors left inside.
The gentle fragrance of flowers plunged into the nose, but at this moment it was like a human hand, suppressing Qian Lixuan's breathing.
"Huan'er..." An extremely heavy call came out of Qian Lixuan's mouth.
A stream of longing that has accumulated over the years slowly emerged. From the past to the present, knowing the future, this longing seems to not fade.
It will only become deeper because of the age of age.
"Huan'er, I'm sorry!" Anyone could hear the sadness in the desolate voice. At this time, the flowers in the garden were flooded at the same time, as if they were the same as the owner who took care of them, and their mood was extremely heavy.
The fragrance of flowers around them is getting stronger and more sad, as if it is a firmness that cannot be stopped.
The moonlight became darker and darker, as if it was the same as Qian Lixuan's mood.
This garden was maintained by Qian Lixuan with spiritual power and is undefeated all year round, but because it is connected with Qian Lixuan's heart, the degree of flowers blooming indicates Qian Lixuan's heart.
Heavy, defeated, sad...
At this moment, the flowers suddenly became stronger and stronger, and the man by the garden was as usual.
For many years, he has never shown himself to others with a true state of mind. The only thing he understands is this garden he planted himself.
Every flower records his deep longing for a person.
The flowers are blooming, and countless petals rise with the wind, dancing beside Qian Lixuan. He looked at the flying petals, and the corners of his mouth gently curled up, as if he saw someone's face and her gentleness
The smile.
"Huan'er, is it you?"
The petals around them were even more noisy. The lace slowly flew to Qian Lixuan with the wind, and finally gathered into a person.
"Qian Lixuan, the blue and white spring will never be seen!"
The person on the other side told him this, but when she entered the underworld, he was not allowed to even die.
Somewhere on his right arm was tearing and pain, and Qian Lixuan seemed to be unable to feel it. Suddenly the wind helped Qian Lixuan up his wide robe sleeve, and a profound and profound one was clearly reflected on his right arm.
The wound.
If anyone with spiritual power can recognize it, it is a curse.
The curse of not being hurt or destroyed, not being born or dead.
That is a curse that only people who hate the extreme will have.