Yeji came back after a while, and Yueju suddenly wanted to laugh when he looked embarrassed, and there was a lot of emotion and gratitude in his heart.

"What the hell are you going out for?" the corners of Tsukita's mouth could no longer hold back a smile that showed a crooked arc, and asked Yeji with a smile, hoping that he could explain his vegetable leaves and unkempt hair well, as if he had been beaten by someone when he went out.

"Sheng Hong said that there are two best places in the world to find out the news......" Ye Ji furrowed his brows into a Sichuan character fiercely, looked at the bright and happy appearance of Yue Tang, and suddenly felt that these embarrassments on his body seemed to be worth it.

"Thank you, Night Season. Yuetang's eyes were lowered, and the corners of her mouth were still raised, but with a bit of comfort and peace. The pain in the heart is accompanied by the colic pain in the body, blocking the heart of the moon orange, and the ghost does not go away.

Yueju figured it out a lot, even if it was painful, but there was a little peace and tranquility, raised his eyes and smiled, looking at Yeji calmly and gratefully.

Go with the flow, this is what the Demon Lord taught Tsukibana, and it's also the best that Tsukiju has done so far.

"You're welcome, it's okay. Ye Ji scratched the back of her head, with a slight honest and shy smile on her cheeks, sat in front of Yuetang's bed with a low stool, tucked the quilt for her clumsily, and said: "The Tang family's reputation in Yangliu Town is particularly good, and it is said that their old Tang family has an ancestral motto of marrying only one in their life. ”

"What about their family's family relationship?" Hearing this, Yueju nodded cooperatively. Seeing that Yeji slowly fell silent, as if he had finished speaking, he hurriedly asked.

"This one...... According to what everyone said, Tang Jiale is kind and generous, treats his neighbors very kindly, and his family relationship seems to be very good. Ye Ji brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead and replied very seriously.

Although Ye Ji said this, he didn't see it with his own eyes, and knowing the pattern of wanting to be famous between the other family's family members, Tsukiju still couldn't make up his mind well, or send the child over with complete confidence.

The small, soft hand held Tsukita's fingertips tightly in the palm of his hand, as if in a silent defiance, accusing Tsukibana of his decision to send him out.

Yueju looked down at the child, those dark and smart eyes were staring at her with a smile, so dependent and liking.

Seeing this child, or every time she touches this child, Tsukiyu's heart suddenly becomes very strange, as if there is already an invisible and firm bond between her and this child, and the two are tightly wrapped together, making her even more uncomfortable at the thought of separation.

"So be it. Yue Tang sensed that the little snake's demonic aura was getting weaker and weaker, so he bit his lip, breathed deeply, slowly calmed his heart, put aside his eyes and looked at the child, and said, "Send him to the door of Tang's house tonight." ”

Ye Ji looked at the gradually hazy and obscure sky, looked at the moon orange in front of the endurance of separation and reluctance, sighed helplessly, and said, "Everything is up to your arrangement." ”

"Let's go now. With tears in her eyes, Tsukiko buried her head in the mattress with a pair of red eyes, closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Wow Wow Wow Wow ......"

As if sensing his fate of being sent away, the child's cry kept coming from the pillow, burrowing into Yuetang's heart, like a sharp knife, again and again, pulling Yuetang's heart, and it hurt badly.

Will the night season not be able to hold the child well, which will hurt the child's bones. Yeji will leave the child alone, and he doesn't care whether the child will be discovered by the Tang family. Does the child wrap the child's swaddling clothes well, the night is windy, if it is not tightly wrapped, the child will catch a cold......

Yueju suddenly came to his senses, and his body suddenly gave birth to such a force that violently lifted the futon covering his head, and shouted in panic: "Yeji, wait......"

The room was long empty, and the child's cry had long since disappeared. The world of the moon orange was completely clear in an instant, empty, unconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and slowly adjusted his breathing, but his eyes were dry and swollen.

"Lord Demon Lord, Lord Demon King, what's your name?"

"Lord Demon Lord, this garden is really beautiful, did you plant all these flowers?"

"Lord Demon, when will your retreat end? I seem to see you. Your voice is so good, and your face must be very handsome, I really want to see what you look like. ”

......

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord ......" Tsukiju muttered in her sleep, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.

"Moonorange, wake up. Yeji stood to the side, gently patting Tsukitachi's shoulder to wake her up. Yuetang's body was very weak, and even began to have a low-grade fever, a thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his limbs were stiff, and his body couldn't stop shivering.

"It's rude. Ye Ji frowned tightly, lifted the futon, and reached out to wrap his arms around Yueju's shoulder, trying to make her sit up slightly, and transmitting spiritual power from her back was the most effective way.

Suddenly, a crisp wind swept into the room, blowing up and down the curtains in the room. The books on the table flipped through quickly, and in a trance, a fairy snow-white back came one after another, and suddenly appeared in the room, facing the window, with his back to the moon orange.

"God-sama. Ye Ji gently put down the moon orange, took a step forward, half-knelt on the ground, and shouted respectfully towards the lonely and arrogant figure.

"You go back first. Mu Bai turned around, his eyes casually glanced at the moon orange on the bed, and then stopped on Ye Ji's body for a while, his tone was indifferent and distant, and he said coldly.

"Lord God, Tsukibana has been seriously injured, and if he is not treated, he may be left with many sequelae and cannot be recovered. Ye Ji bowed his head, his eyes lowered, but he could not hide the worry and concern in his tone, and said urgently.

"Go back. Mu Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, and the temperature of the room dropped suddenly, meeting the eyes of the night season full of worry.

Between the touches, Ye Ji's body felt a burst of coldness and trembling, and couldn't help but shudder, forcibly suppressed the panic and panic in his heart, and said worriedly: "Yue Tang's body is weak, and he can't withstand such a cold breath, so please let the gods calm their anger and retire from Ye Ji." ”

With that, Yeji left and disappeared into the room.

Mu Bai bowed slightly, restrained the cold qi of Fang Cai, slowly approached Yue Tang, looked coldly at the blue and white purple cheeks, and suddenly felt like he was being grabbed by someone, and he couldn't breathe.

The palm spiritual power was condensed, and the transparent spiritual power gradually flickered a faint and stubborn gray-white flame between the interweaving of light and shadow, standing in front of Yuetang's bed, with a complex and changeable expression.

If Tsukizuki is the only one who will stop him from achieving great things in the future, then ......

The corners of Mu Bai's mouth were tightly pursed, his eyes became more and more cruel and indifferent, flashing with contempt and coldness like looking down on ants, looking at the dying and struggling life from above, with just a little force, he would permanently eliminate the possibility of the future.

Yuetang's body seemed to be frozen in an iceberg for thousands of years, already stiff and numb, and even the piercing pain could not be conveyed, only the chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, the coldness that soaked into the heart cavity, held Yuetang's throat tightly, choked Yuetang's throat, and firmly trapped her in such a dream-like abyss of pain.

It was as if he had once again come to the Falling God Array, and the soles of Yuetang's feet were only the sharpest ice, braving the white cold. The soles of her feet were sunk into the ice and snow, and she couldn't move forward, only feeling that her body was boiling hot, but there was no warmth in the slightest.

His feet were deep in it, fused with the frost, and Tsukita's head was in complete confusion. She couldn't see what was in front of her, and she didn't know where she was going or what she was going to do, as if she had fallen into a filthy swamp and drowned in the moon orange.

A snow-white figure broke into Yuetang's mind like this, his posture was outstanding, his clothes were fluttering, wrapped in a unique powerful aura and cold and alienated indifference, standing high on the ground, a pair of bright eyes looked at her coldly, as if he was going to pierce her fiercely.

Tsukiju chased desperately, trying to catch the cold back. She felt so clearly that behind the powerful and cold was loneliness and loneliness, she wanted to go behind him and gently hug the fragile figure hidden under the loneliness, she wanted to give him the best comfort and companionship.

She wanted to tell him that from now on, as long as he was willing to let her accompany him, those who were extremely sad, painful, miserable, and lonely would have nothing to do with him.

"God-sama...... Lord God" Tsukita's breathing began to become rapid, her voice was hoarse, and her throat was strangled by some force, isolating the air, forcing her heartbeat to speed up rapidly, and then in the next moment, the air poured in, and Tsukichi's body trembled, accompanied by exaggerated and eager breathing, her heart rose and fell, slowly calming down.

Tsukitang's voice was very soft, her brows were frowning tightly, and the tears in her eyes couldn't help but be imprisoned, overflowing out, wetting the ends of her hair behind her ears.

The weakest and most haggard call, containing the softest and warmest friendship, suddenly broke into Mu Bai's heart, floating in his mind like a ghost, back and forth, making him irritable, faintly rising in his heart, but with a powerful force, it rampaged a gap in his heart and opened it again.

Mu Bai's head was bowed, his eyes were cold, his expression was calm, but at the base of his ears hidden under the tips of his hair, a touch of brilliant red was quietly blended and spread. The white flames in her palms slowly became soft and warm, emitting a hint of orange light, and finally converged into a dot, followed the center of Tsukiju's eyebrows, gradually melted into her body, and finally disappeared.

As if he was suddenly aware of the unprecedented rapid and chaotic beating in his heart, Mu Bai took a few steps back abruptly, and looked at the person who was gradually falling into a deep sleep on the bed in a panic.

The injury was alleviated, and Tsukichi's pale cheeks finally had a little light pink, but only a little light, and it was difficult to find it if you didn't look closely. Her breathing gradually became even, and her furrowed brow loosened slightly, only occasionally whispering, over and over again, calling the most honorable name to her.

His fingertips curled slightly, and Mu Bai stared at that delicate face and suddenly lost his mind for a moment. The call was controlling his heartbeat with the most mysterious force, tugging at his nerves and touching every emotion of his life.

Adjusting her breathing slightly, Mu Bai frowned, turned around, and disappeared into the warm wind soaked with a bit of sunset, with a hint of orchid, lingering in Yuetang's dreamland, calming all her uneasiness and fear, and finally fell asleep completely.

Many images of Jiang Cheng suddenly flashed in Yuetang's mind, as if they were playing repeatedly, constantly reappearing, so that the touch of divine consciousness that penetrated Yuetang's mind could be seen clearly.