Gong Yuyao hesitated for about half a pillar of incense. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Several times in a short period of time, he almost reached out to rescue Shen Yaohua, freeing her body and mind from the sea of suffering.

But there was a voice in the back of her heart that kept telling him to wait, wait, and maybe wait a moment, and she would be out of her own.

He hesitated and waited.

He had spent a lot of time floating in the realm of no return.

When he was in the Body Refining Realm, he had also felt hopeless.

Although it was only fleeting, he clearly remembered the feeling of that moment.

Shen Yaohua's current appearance is obviously deeply trapped.

But that doesn't mean she's vulnerable, it's just that she's only had a fifteen-year life with too many stories.

Tragic or sad stories.

As for him, in addition to the hardships of his cultivation, it seems that he only has one sister who can be called miserable in life.

Gong Yuyao sighed slightly, gently hugged Shen Yaohua, and let her head lightly touch her heart, so that he could already sense her current thoughts.

He saw a small Shen Yaohua, wearing a coarse gray coat and gray pants, rolling up his sleeves and trouser legs, carrying a big basket and wearing a pair of straw sandals running all over the mountains.

At that time, she was very happy, her smile was bright and simple, revealing three points of stupidity and seven points of innocence.

She didn't let go of fruits and mushrooms, and every time she carried a basket of messy things back to the dilapidated courtyard.

There was a white-haired mother-in-law in the courtyard, who was very ugly and fierce, and every time she returned to the courtyard with a smile and a little sneaky, the mother-in-law would glare at her fiercely, but she didn't say much.

Shen Yaohua was stunned, so he shrunk his neck and stuck out his tongue, put down his back basket, picked up a fruit casually, put it in his mouth and nibbled it, smiled and went to cook on the fire.

In fact, she is not afraid of the old goddess at all, awe arises from respect, and fear is the continuation of respect.

The old goddess didn't seem to be close to her or like her, but she gave her the greatest freedom and tolerance.

Therefore, she will always remember the old goddess in her heart, and she will never forget the best and joyful time at the beginning.

The old goddess circled in Shen Yaohua's mind for a long time before Gong Yuyao saw the others.

First Xuanyuan Du, at that time he was still a white mess, but also simple and kind.

They met a peasant woman who wanted to kill and eat together, and met an evil male ghost and a female ghost, and then the old goddess appeared to save them, and then Moyi Xiaobai appeared.

They ran into the river demon, and Shen Yaohua almost stabbed himself to death with a hairpin, and then Moyi Cangluo appeared.

After the soul of the old goddess was destroyed, Shen Lanxing tortured her in every way, and all kinds of things encountered in Dongwu flashed in Shen Yaohua's mind one by one, and then were captured by Gong Yuyao, and when he met him, the image suddenly disappeared.

Gong Yuyao's heart jumped, and she gently lifted Shen Yaohua's face, finding that her eyes had become clear.

"Thank you."

She gave him a pale, gentle smile.

Gong Yuyao's lips were lightly imprinted on her forehead, and she murmured, "I don't want this kind of thanksgiving. ”

He was a little confused, he didn't know why she suddenly 'woke up', and he didn't know how to say thank you, but he still said what was in his heart.

He doesn't want to thank him so superficially, he can also thank him with his mouth, but not with words.

Shen Yaohua didn't pay attention to his words at all, just hugged his waist hard, closed his eyes and inhaled the breath on his body deeply, withdrew from his arms when Gong Yuyao was about to hug her, smiled at him, and walked forward.

The thunder was still raging, but she had his aura lingering in her, enough to block out all the wind and rain in the world.

She has people who love her deeply, and there are people who hate her deeply, and in order not to disappoint those who love her and those she loves, and in order not to be hurt by those who hate her, she must move forward bravely.

In the past, she was not afraid to move forward with nothing, but now that she has a pair of solid and warm arms to protect her, what reason is there not to fight for it!

She raised her head, straightened her back, let her messy hair whit on her cheeks like a whip, let the thunder smash her back, and in an instant she straightened her chest again and walked slowly.

The determination does not mean that the body's resistance has also improved, she is still in pain, and she feels that her skin has been opened, her muscles and bones are broken, and it seems that she may become ashes at any time in the next blow.

But that's feeling, cowardice born of fear.

In this place where it seemed impossible to reach the end, there was a man who wandered back and forth in it, just to make his body stronger.

The man was right behind him, suffering the same pain as hers, but he didn't even frown.

He can and so can I!

She doesn't want to be a burden to him, she doesn't want to shrink under his wings forever.

She already has all the innate qualities, so she wants to be like him.

She walked through the darkness of thunder, her pale face full of determination, and gradually caught a faint trace of spirit from the endless pain.

Without hesitation, she sucked the spirit silk into her body, like a dried seedling sucking a drop of dew.

That drop of dew didn't ease the dryness, but she caught another drop.

Soon she was so obsessed with catching the spirit silk that she forgot that she was in the midst of thunder.

Gong Yuyao still followed behind her unhurriedly, and sparkling waves appeared in her clear eyes, rippling layer by layer with ripples of joy.

"Wait...... Wait for me. ”

Behind him, there was a weak voice from Qiao Xiaoyou.

Gong Yuyao stopped and looked back, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips.

Qiao Xiaoyou was forced to turn back into his body, and a mentally depressed black horse was slowly walking towards him.

"Master, are you biased again?"

Qiao Xiaoyou trembled step by step, looking at Shen Yaohua who was walking forward with his arms outstretched, and his intuition was that Gong Yuyao had moved her hands and feet, otherwise how could she face the thunder with that kind of welcoming posture.

How painful it is to hit it directly on the face!

Do you feel like your eyeballs are smashed?

Qiao Xiaoyou couldn't help but raise his face and try it.

"Ah!!h

His eyes hurt as if they had been stabbed with an awl.

Qiao Xiaoyou wailed and lay on the ground, and after a long while, he staggered to his feet, and continued to walk towards Gong Yuyao on his four legs.

Gong Yuyao had already turned around, and in a few steps he was behind Shen Yaohua, accompanying her and slowly walking forward.

"Heavy color and light me!"

Qiao Xiaoyou gritted his teeth and scolded, and continued to move forward with a sad face.

Knocked down several times and climbed up several times, Qiao Xiaodemon finally found the thread of spirit in the chase behind Gong Yuyao.

At this time, Gong Yuyao was already far away from him, and only a white corner of his clothes was left in the distance, gently swaying like butterfly wings in the black thunder.

Shen Yaohua had entered a wonderful realm at this time.

Abandon the pain outside the body, and concentrate on finding the spiritual silk in the thunder, irrigating the seedlings hidden deep in the heart and born for the strong bit by bit.