"Anyway, Auntie, do you go out with me now, okay?"
Yang Zimei reached out to pull her hand.
Because the sun has not seen for many years, the skin of a woman's skin is so clear that the skin is clear, and the hand is also soft and soft, just like no bones.
"No ... I ... I ... afraid ..."
The woman shakes her head.
However, the look in the look was full of expectations, and it looked like they wanted to go out.
"Don't be afraid, I will be by your side."
Yang Zimei made his smile that made his smile particularly gentle, and his tone was particularly intimate.
"I ... ugly ..."
The woman looked at the ground, her long hair, shook her head.
"Auntie, let me cut your hair first, okay?"
Such long hair is indeed a burden. She cuts off her long hair, and it is estimated that she will be more comfortable.
Woman nodded.
Yang Zimei took out Mo Xiejian from the storage ring.
Mo Xiejian's crimson sword is sobbing and sobbing ...
Its sword soul feels very wronged.
It is obviously a famous sword, which is used to drink blood killing.
And she now uses it to cut her hair, which is simply insulting ...
Yang Zimei couldn't control it as much, because at this time, she only had the three sharp blades of Mo Xie and Yueyue Sword.
In comparison, Mo Xie is gentle.
The crimson sword shook on the woman's head a little, and cut off the long hair and left it to the shoulder.
Although she has a bad craftsmanship and her hairstyle is ugly, at least it is much better than the long hair just now.
"Okay, aunt, let's go out now."
Yang Zimei helped her, "As long as you go out for some days, it will be fine."
Women thought for a while, nodded.
"Xuehu, you check the source of the black and white breath here, I will take her out."
Yang Zimei told Xuehu Road.
"Um."
Xuehu nodded, "She has never seen light for many years. When you go out, you can't let her see a strong light."
"Know."
Yang Zimi bent, let the woman stand on her back.
"I ... dirty ..."
Women are hesitant.
"Auntie, I'm not afraid of dirty, you are the mother of the sky, no matter how dirty, I don’t mind."
Yang Zimei soothed.
There was a crystal crying in the woman's eyes that flashed, and she was weak on her back.
Yang Zimei carried her out.
Zhuge Yan saw her out and jumped off the tree, and asked in doubt, "Who is this?"
"Look, this is the mother of the sky."
Yang Zimei pulled away the woman's hair that covered most of her face.
Zhuge Yan carefully identified and nodded, "Although I don't remember clearly, it seems that she should do that. Where do you find her?"
"Just imprisoned in a basement below."
Yang Zimei looked at the woman who was afraid of Zhuge Yan, and held her own corner, "I don't know, how did these days live, who was imprisoned like this."
"Auntie, do you recognize me? I am Zhu Geh, Zhu Geye, who used to play with the sky, you liked me at that time.
Zhu Gehi choked and said to the woman.
Hearing this name, the woman's hand tightly held Yang Zi's eyebrow corner, and hesitated in her mouth, "玥?"
"Yes, aunt, it's a concubine ..."
Zhuge Yan said excitedly, "Do you remember? I like to eat the pastries you made the most. I used to depend on your house and eat it."
The woman's face moved slightly, and her eyes became softened.