Qianhuang beside her only felt that Fuyu's temperament around her had changed, and when she turned her head, she was facing a pair of teardrop eyes.

"Dry waste, I...... Will there be no clan to return to in the future? ”

Qianhuang looked at the Arowana patriarch who still had a breath left by the river, and finally sighed, took Fuyu in his arms with his right hand, and softly reassured:

"Fuyu, you still have me."

Fuyu buried herself in his shoulder, tears gradually soaking his bronzed skin.

So I didn't see it, a black green smoke floated out of Long Huan's dead corpse and gradually melted into the dry body, making his already strong body even more solid.

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"Fuyu, you said that if Xiangliu and Qianhuang let you choose one, who do you want to choose?"

Half a month has passed since the big trouble with the Arowana Clan, and the ink demon is idly doing circular movements on Fuyu's wrist, and his mind is not idle.

Seeing that Fuyu didn't answer, she continued: "Xiangliu really loves you and protects you, this drought is also angry for you, you always have to make a decision." ”

Xu was really ridiculed by her ugly, and Fuyu finally secretly sighed:

"God! You're getting less and less of a god now! Big brother is my relative! How can it be the same as the dry waste?! ”

"Oh~~~~" Mo Xiaoyou stretched a word infinitely long, and just when Fuyu was about to get annoyed, he said again: "The drought is different again?" ”

When she said this, there was an allusion - every time Fuyu was tempted in the past, she would emphasize to Mo Xiaoyou: This one is different from the previous one!

Of course, Fuyu herself has been slapped in the face the most times by this sentence.

Now, she naturally knew that Mo Xiaoyou was reminding herself to be careful, she followed Mo Xiaoyou's reminder, looked at the dry wilderness in front of her who took her into the Tang Valley to bathe, and the clarity in her eyes was gradually replaced by love:

"God, I believe in the famine, please believe me, this time, I will be happy!"

“……”

The ink demon completely turned over and let her sleep a little longer!

Yang Valley is a valley on the East China Sea, and legend has it that Emperor Jun's wife, Xihe, came here every day to bathe her ten sons, who then turned into the sun and rose to shine on the earth. (Note 1)

There is a huge Fusang tree outside Yanggu, this Fusang tree canopy is huge, covering the whole Yanggu under it, legend has it that every time Xihe bathes his sons, they will be hung on this huge Fusang tree and let them dry naturally.

Fu Yu listened to Qianhuang talk about this legend about Xihe Sun Bath, and looked at the endless Fusang canopy in front of her with reverence:

"It turns out that this is where the sunrise is...... How did you find this place? ”

"My uncle threw her ......" (Note 2)

Fuyu only felt that her body was light, and she had been held by Qianhuang and sat on the Fusang tree, he hugged her and looked at the bottomless sea water in the Yang Valley, while softly telling the story of his childhood:

"I was sent to my uncle's house by my father as a child. My uncle treated me very well, he was a man of great music theory, I grew up learning the piano and drumming with him, and later imitated the calls of various birds in order to treat my grandfather......

My uncle and I were like father and son, only once, because I was unwilling to marry Teng Lu of the Li tribe, he brought me, threw my Qin Se into the Yanggu, and then spoke. I have always kept his words in my mind that day, and I dare not forget them for a moment.

Yu, do you want to know what he said? ”

Qianhuang's dark eyes stared at the woman in front of him, like a falcon, staring at his prey, not letting go of the slightest change in her expression.

Fuyu, who was stared at like this, only felt that her heart was beating like a drum, and her whole person was tense and stiff, and she had a premonition that the next sentence of the dry wilderness would break her peace and joy these days.

However, looking at the dry wilderness who was more nervous than herself, she couldn't say anything to refuse.

The moment she bit her lower lip, she finally mustered up the courage to face the unknown: "Dry wilderness, I want to know." ”