"Xiaobai, how do you say Xiaoyi is doing now?" Xiao Ash is a person who doesn't like to take the initiative to ask, but Xiao Yi has been gone for so many years, and there is no news, which makes Xiao Ash feel very bottomless. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Recently, you've been tired of becoming a dog, do you still have the heart to care about Xiaoyi?" These days, Xiaobai is busy, every day is so tired that he is paralyzed, and he doesn't want to think about anything at all. And Xiao Yi is definitely not life-threatening.

I have been following Xiaoyi for so many years, and I am used to Xiaoyi's life and death crisis, and I will not worry at all because Xiaoyi has not heard from me in the past few years.

"Because it's been 10 years now." The wilderness still hasn't been able to find a way to eliminate the black fog, but the black fog is well controlled, and there is no external erosion. Now the situation is very good, but Ash is always worried about the little one who is in the black fog.

Last time, Tang Shenghao entered the black fog, but it was not without any news. Ten years later, Tang Shenghao came out, his life was hanging by a thread, and the scars on his body were large and small, so that he could see that it was really not easy for this person to survive.

"It's been ten years?" How can time pass so quickly? Xiaobai didn't realize that it had been so long.

"Yes. It's been ten years. "Ash is recording the days day by day, so the concept of time is very clear and straightforward. Because Tang Shenghao's last time had arrived, Xiao Ash couldn't help but be worried. Xiao Yi's cultivation is higher than Tang Shenghao, Tang Shenghao's limit is ten years, so Xiao Yi's limit is about to come.

"It's been so long, it's time to ask. Let's go, let's go together. Xiaobai got up from the bed, cleaned up briefly, and went out to know Yue Qinghui.

At present, he has the most contact with Yue Qinghui. And Yue Qinghui is also the elder who is most concerned about the situation of the primary one.

"Qinghui, can you not always be compassionate?" Sheng Xia Ming looked at Yue Qinghui's brows in the past two years, and the entanglement of his brows became more and more obvious, he knew that Yue Qinghui was worried about Xiao Yi's situation. Because Xiao Yi has entered the black fog since then, and there is no news. No man's land is scarier than black fog.

However, now Yue Qinghui actually had the idea of entering the black fog.

Not to mention that after Yue Qinghui entered the black fog, could he find Xiao Yi, in case he was eroded, would it be a matter of what a serious consequence?

Now all the top forces have abided by a pact, and saints and saint-level monks are forbidden to enter the black mist. If a saint is blackened, the combat power released will become a nightmare for the entire Immortal Fan Continent.

"I..." Yue Qinghui didn't want any problems with the people around him, especially Xiao Yi. I always feel extremely indebted to Xiao Yi, and Xiao Yi is a strong child who makes people feel very distressed. It's been ten years, there hasn't been a trace of news, and the black fog hasn't changed much in recent years, the number is fixed, and the area eroded is also fixed.

The current situation is under control. Yue Qinghui, as a clan of colorful immortal trees, has already cultivated his juniors, and to deal with the black mist, he can now withdraw from it.

The more busy I am, the more I can't help but think of Xiaoyi, the sage's thoughts, which is a kind of foreshadowing, and there is a connection between reality and reality. Sometimes, I will see Xiao Yi in my sleep, but every time I see Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi's situation is getting worse and worse.

"Little one, I'm afraid I'm afraid something really happened."

What the sage said must be extremely cautious, because what he said is a kind of prediction, a perception of a glimpse of the future. When Yue Qinghui said this, he didn't see Sheng Xiaming's darkening face at all.

"Xiao Yi..." But before Yue Qinghui's words were finished, he was directly interrupted by Sheng Xia Ming, who was very angry: "In your heart, in addition to the wilderness, it is Xiao Yi!" It's been so many years, Yue Qinghui, where do you put my midsummer inscription! ”

How about the little one, how about the little one, how is the wilderness, how is the wilderness, but why is Yue Qinghui still reluctant to care about what will happen to Midsummer Ming?

Where are you in your position? What is his 100-year protection?

"You..." Yue Qinghui never thought that Sheng Xia Ming would lose his temper with himself, and asked himself, "Little one... Little one is my child, how can you..." How can jealousy be so heavy!

"Yue Qinghui, I'm not a saint in Sheng Xiaming, I can't care so much, all I want is you, and the only thing I want to protect is you. No matter what difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I have never changed the slightest! "Sheng Xia Ming has his own bitterness, his own resentment, and his own hatred in his eyes!

"I... The wilderness is my home, the first one is my child, I know, but I can't watch my home be destroyed, watch my child have an accident..." Finally the voice was lowered, and there was no sound at all.

After a long time, Sheng Xia Ming turned into a kind of helplessness, and a kind of heartbreak and tiredness.

He has always been consistent with Yue Qinghui, and he will guard Yue Qinghui no matter what happens, but what about Yue Qinghui? Once he encounters difficulties and obstacles, he must be the first to give up.

No matter how cold a person is, he has been covered by people for 300 years, so he should be warm...

Sheng Xia Ming looked at Yue Qinghui, and felt more and more that his eyebrows and eyes were becoming more and more unfamiliar. What is it that makes it like this? Is it because of my own too much pampering? Because of love, I take the initiative to give, and I don't ask for a trace of reciprocal giving.

When Yue Qinghui accepted himself, he was extremely excited. But I became greedy, and I wanted to get more love and more care from Yue Qinghui...

Now, Yue Qinghui didn't give it, and he felt that he couldn't stand it... Sheng Xia Ming spurned his current self incomparably, for a while, Sheng Xia Ming felt that he had been lost on the road of chasing love, lost himself, and felt extremely lonely, he let out a long sigh, lowered his head, and lowered his shoulders relaxedly: "I'm tired." ”

Looking at the back of Sheng Xia Ming turning away, Yue Qinghui's heart was extremely painful. Tears ran down his cheeks and fell on the hem of his clothes. "I..."

When I opened my mouth, I didn't know what to say...