Although her voice was low but not low, Nangong Yehua knew that she missed her parents, but her parents were missing and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead. Nangong Yehua sighed slightly in his heart and hugged her, rubbed her forehead with his chin, and comforted her silently.

"Anla, I'm not so fragile, I haven't slept all night, you go wash up, I'll take a look." The wind came out of his arms and urged with a smile.

Nangong Yehua didn't know what he was thinking, so he nodded obediently and walked into the room.

These days, Nangong Yehua has been living in Youfeng's house, and Youfeng is so busy that his feet don't touch the ground, and when he is sleepy and tired, he often shrinks into the chair and is bed, and he can't sleep for three or two hours and wakes up and continues to be busy, so Nangong Yehua, who deliberately made a detour to see Youfeng, is actually more familiar with this courtyard than Youfeng these days. I also want to know that Youfeng is touching the scene at the moment, and I want to miss my parents alone.

Seeing Nangong Yehua push the door and enter the house. The wind fell back into his gaze, stretched out his hand and slowly rubbed through the wooden corridor, and some vague memories gradually surfaced in his mind, vaguely remembering that the shocking young couple with a little girl often carved something in the wooden corridor.

The man has a peerless face that confuses the world, his handsome face is still holding a bright smile, and the soft color in his eyes is even more indescribable, even if he holds a drill to carve a stake, he still looks elegant and noble.

The woman is stunning and beautiful, especially the beautiful naughty eyes, blinking lightly, like a star in the night sky, bright and magnificent, she is holding a little girl in her arms, her eyes are as soft as water, but it looks like she is seriously ill, the whole person is extremely weak, but she still insists on holding the little girl to see the man carved.

The girl who was being held looked no more than five or six years old in the mortal world, her pink and lovely face was the same as that of Mu Xiao, and her smart eyes were very similar to Mo Yan, who was quietly waiting in Mo Yan's arms at the moment, curiously watching Mu Xiao carving on the wooden stake.

A family of three just sitting so quietly makes people feel warm and affectionate, and the heart is ironing, and the wind thinks of it at the moment, only to feel that her chest is uncomfortable, she grew up in the Demon Domain, to be precise, she actually grew up in the fairy valley of Master Bai Zhe.

Because since she was a child, her Moyan mother's health is not very good, her father has taken her mother to seek medical advice all the year round, and when she grows up, she has been living with the white fold master Xiu Huang brother, and her father will occasionally come to see her all year round, but she often doesn't see her mother once in a few years, and the wind is also used to it, fortunately, she inherited Moyan's lively and troublesome nature, and she doesn't feel bored in the valley.

Youfeng thinks about it now, Mo Yanniang was still in good health when she was pregnant with her, and she was sick or after giving birth to her, what happened five hundred years ago? And why was her soul so broken that she needed to use the Purple Ghost Ring, and asked her father to take her to the Lower Three Realms to recuperate her soul, but in fact she took refuge?

How capable her father Mu Xiao was back then, she knew that there were very few people in the entire Upper Three Realms who could compete with him, plus the Xuanfeng Emperor Domain and the Demon Domain Imperial Clan, who were in full support of him, no one dared to criticize them when they walked sideways, who forced their family to such a point?

There may be only one answer - the Purple Ghost Ring. The primeval artifacts that can save people and also need to sacrifice their souls saved her, but also made her lose them......

After standing quietly in the corridor for a long time, covered with cold, and the soles of his feet were so cold that the wind gave up and walked back to the house slowly.

When she raised her eyes and saw the soft gaze of Nangong Yehua who was covered with a quilt under the bed, she felt a little less uncomfortable.

Rubbing his dizzy head, Yu Feng went to the clean room and soaked himself in the bathtub, allowing the warm water to surround him.

The warm water soaked the body contaminated with cold air, the depression in the bottom of the heart gradually dissipated, and the fatigue of the past few days hit, Youfeng couldn't help but lean on the side of the bathtub and take a nap, but he didn't want to be caught up from the water before the nap was tightened, accompanied by a soft sigh, "Why don't you go to bed and sleep when you are sleepy?" ”

The low, warm breath brushed against his ears, which was very reassuring, and the ghostly wind's confused head became more and more confused, and he was about to fall asleep with a random hum.

Nangong Yehua hugged the person who said that she would fall asleep and couldn't cry or laugh, so she had to pull a clean bath towel to wrap her to wipe off the water stains, iron her wet hair and put it in the warm quilt.

I didn't want to, I woke up as soon as I was covered by the quilt, and looked at the bed with big eyes, almost startling Nangong Yehua, who had just put down the wet bath towel and turned around.

"Can't sleep?" Lying down in the quilt and enclosing the person in his arms, Nangong Yehua asked in a low voice.

Can't sleep? Youfeng shook his head and nodded, there was some suffocating turmoil in his heart, the dream more than ten years ago clearly appeared in his mind, why Lao Wang and An Yang came to this world She can guess.

It's impossible for a person to have two pairs of parents who are of the same blood, but it just happened, it happened to her. One gave her a body, one gave her a soul.

It's been more than a year, and the arrival of Lao Wang and An Yang is to remind her that it is time to cut off one of them, and last night Lao Wang's sudden confession and letting go is what An's father wants to tell her, there is no luck, and letting go is also a way of love.

Lao Wang is afraid that she doesn't know the twists and turns in this, so she said it so carelessly, so she was so surprised and uncomfortable after hearing it.

What could she choose? How should she choose?

One is missing and life and death are unknown, and the other is likely to be tormented in the legendary god realm, do you want her to give up her current life in exchange for her father's life?

If there was no Nangong Yehua, she would not hesitate to give up herself for the resurrection of her parents, but she had him, she couldn't give up.

"I can't bear it..." Youfeng murmured softly, Nangong Yehua didn't hear clearly, "Curtain? ”

"It's okay, I just remember my father and mother, and I'm a little sad." Youfeng closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked at the demonic handsome face close at hand, the nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, a face is like a knife carved with an axe, so handsome that the sky is angry and resentful, the talent is good, the family background is top, and the future is smooth, what kind of woman do you want. But it's such an excellent and wicked person, why don't you fall in love with her for a long time and suffer some unwarranted heartache?

The wind leaned in and kissed it, her voice hoarse, "Let's do it." ”

Well? Nangong Yehua didn't seem to understand. Youfeng pushed him to the bed, the whole person turned over and pressed him, kissed him on the lips and rudely ripped off his thin underwear, and then the upper body was slightly away, like a thin disciple pinching Nangong Yehua's jaw, and announced domineeringly, "Young man, look at your bones and handsome, how am I from the master?" ”