Flying flowers in the sky, there are beauties, holding swords and dancing, such as swimming dragons.

The sword is like a lotus, the clothes are fluttering, the clouds are flowing and the clouds are flowing, and the phoenix is playing.

The wind came slowly, the tips of the hair were raised, and the eyes were like water, cold and icy.

The sword has passed without a trace, the stamens are flying, the air is like a hanging river, and the world is fixed.

If you ignore the killing intent and evil aura of Su Youwei's body, this picture will be too beautiful to say: a stunning woman in red, dancing with a sword in the flying flowers, her blue eyes are unparalleled, like the dew drops on the green leaves that refract the golden light in the sun, ticking into the water, rippling in circles, and the white feathers blown by the wind from nowhere, falling quietly on the water, drifting away with the ripples in the circles......

In the last move, Su Youyu's whole person rose into the air, holding the sword in both hands, and rushed down with a monstrous sword aura.

"Bang ......"

The surging sword qi collided with the ground, making a loud noise, with the sword as the center, the petals suddenly exploded in all directions, directly opening up a clean world.

The sword fell, the corners of the flying clothes gradually calmed down, and the crazy curly black hair also quieted down, and the waterfall-like black hair covered most of Su Youyu's face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, but her slightly exposed eyes were rippling, and her long eyelashes were stained with undried tears.

Suddenly, a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, and he was angry and hurt deeply.

"Little sister!"

An exclamation made Su Youyu suddenly raise her eyes, looking at the little figure running towards her, her cold eyes seemed to have recovered a little warmth, and a little bit of popularity gradually became softer.

It's been a long time since I've seen this little guy.

When she sees him, she always thinks of Xiao Yihua, the baby who has gathered less and separated more since birth.

Now that these things have happened, she thinks about her like crazy, she wants to see her and her daughter, she thinks about it.

However, where is Xiao Yihua, why can't my mother find you after looking for so long?

My mother misses you so much......

Su Youwei didn't know that the little guy she was thinking about at the moment was thinking about her and Leng Tianjue, and was on the way to the Demon Realm, it seemed that the telepathy between parents and children, during this time, Xiao Yihua was often absent-minded, and she couldn't concentrate on cultivation, she was restless, she was worried about her mother and father, and it was not a secret that the princess of the Demon World returned, and she could know that it was Xiao Yihua who came to the Demon World with Bai Ran, including the soul stage, and now Xiao Yihua should be two years old, but she inherited the anti-heaven genes of Su Youwei and Leng Tianjue, and she is not an ordinary two-year-old at the age of two, and the whole person is not as wise as a child, she has an extremely powerful soul.

"Little sister, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Mujia saw the blood stains on the corners of Su Youyu's mouth, her big eyes were full of worry, and something seemed to be rolling in the depths of her eyes, a little tangled and a little sad.

Su Youyu wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth without care, stood up and rubbed Xiao Mujiao's soft head and smiled slightly, "Sister is fine, don't worry." ”

When it comes to children, she has never been able to be cold.

Because she is a mother.

"Little sister, where have you been all this time?Why can't I find you?Do you hate me?" Mu Jia looked innocent, looking at Su Youwen with some grievances, and her cute and delicate face was cute.

Su Youwei is his only warmth for so many years, like a ray of light that expells all his darkness, he covets this warmth and doesn't want to throw it away, but ......