ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

"Little Wu, don't be afraid, my brother is by your side."

The fog was so heavy that I couldn't see the road ahead, and I could only faintly hear the sobbing of a little girl and the coaxing of another child.

"Brother, what can my mother wake up, she has been asleep for several days......"

"My mother is very tired, can you let her rest a little longer? If Xiao Wu is obedient, his mother will definitely wake up as soon as possible. The immature voice is a little old, although there is a crying voice in the voice, but it has the power to calm people's hearts.

"Well, Xing'er will definitely be obedient, Xing'er won't cry......"

There was a sudden jump in the heart, and the fog gradually thinned, revealing two small children in front of them.

Xinglian stroked his slightly aching chest, and suddenly found that water was dripping onto the back of his hand, and he raised his hand to cover his cheek, only to find that his eyes were full of tears.

This is Qiao Xinglian's memory.

I didn't have time to take another look at the two young children, and the scene in front of me suddenly changed, and a little girl in a light green shirt gradually moved away, and her proud laughter echoed in the quiet mountain forest, "You stay here, no one will come looking for you." ”

"Second sister...... Don't leave the stars behind...... "The thin and thin child fell to the ground, covered in mud, and looked like he was only about ten years old, and he hurriedly climbed a few steps towards the light green figure, but he couldn't catch up because he broke his foot, and finally he could only watch the figure in front of him gradually disappear.

"Kid, don't cry, it's ugly!"

A white-haired boy of about seven or eight years old jumped down from a treetop and landed in front of her.

The child stepped back, and he really didn't cry, but when he looked closely, he trembled.

"Why do you look like this, do I look terrible?" The white-haired child touched his face, looking disdainful.

Xinglian couldn't help but take two steps forward, that kid is an ice python! It turned out that this was the first time Qiao Xinglian and Ice Python met!

The ice python sent Qiao Xinglian back to Qiao's mansion, turned into a small snake and wrapped it around her thin waist, and slowly walked back to Qiao's mansion.

The fog was thick again, and when it dispersed, a magnificent mansion appeared in front of him, and the ten-year-old child couldn't stop crying with his arms around another boy who was about the same age, "Brother, don't go, Xing'er won't let you go......"

"Xiao Wu, you are obedient, my brother will definitely come back to pick you up."

"Don't go, Xing'er doesn't want my brother to go......"

"Xing'er is good, my brother will come back soon, and when the time comes, no one will dare to bully us anymore......"

……

The mist all dispersed, and Xinglian opened his eyes and blinked slightly, squeezing out the inexplicable tears contained in his sockets.

Sitting up and looking, the blue light in front of her eyes was dazzling, and her whole body was cold blue, and after looking at it for a while, she finally couldn't help but stroke her forehead and sighed, "It's dead." ”

Dead to death, why is there still such a dazzling color in front of you, shouldn't the dungeon be black?

There was a scream in front of him, and the girl's angry voice immediately came, "What a dazzling color, you dislike this girl very much, isn't it, this girl is willing to carry you is already a big face!" ”

"Ga ......"

Suddenly looking back, his eyes fell on the white-clothed and silver-haired child, and he blinked again, staring at the child with faint worry on his face.

Ice python and phantom kite, are they both dead too?

The same state of mind immediately made the child's eyebrows twitch, and then the two of them spoke at the same time, "You shut up for me!" Stinky woman! ”

"Ga ......"

stroked the still painful chest, and the corners of the scolded woman's lips curled, "It seems that she is not dead, I will say it...... How could such an unfortunate thing as not being killed by someone but being killed by myself fall on my head. ”