"Well, Master Xue'er is reluctant to drive the dust away, and Master Xue'er likes the dust the most." Tang Qiuxue nodded the tip of his nose affectionately, and clearly told him that she liked him.

Maybe it was because he knew that he wouldn't be driven away, or because Tang Qiuxue expressed his love for him, and a blush crawled on the little guy's face.

Suddenly remembering the ugly appearance of the crying just now, Ye Juechen was embarrassed, the person who cried just now was definitely not him!

The head fell back on Tang Qiuxue's arm, holding on to it and not letting go.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing a happy smile, Master Xue'er said that he liked him the most and would not leave him alone.

It's good that he has a family again.

Mother, father, don't worry, Chen'er will work hard to grow up and avenge you, and Chen'er must become stronger, so that he can protect Master Xue'er.

Crying and burying his face, if he doesn't cry, bury his face, Tang Qiuxue let him hold his arms and look at the sky speechlessly.

Finally appeased the easily shy Ye Juechen, and after a simple breakfast, Tang Qiuxue took him to the cemetery of the Ye family and his wife.

Although the little one may be sad, she still thinks that the little one should go and pay homage.

Sure enough, when I arrived at the place, the eyes that had already dissipated red turned red again, and tears fell on the place one by one.

Ye Juechen knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the tombstone, and then his spine was straight, although he was in tears, he was firm.

"Mother, father, don't worry, don't worry about Chen'er, everything is fine with Chen'er."

"Thanks to Master Xue'er for saving Chen'er, Chen'er has already recognized Master Xue'er as a master, and Chen'er will work hard to cultivate, work hard to become stronger, and avenge you."

"Mother, father, you have to be good in the sky, look at Chen'er, see how Chen'er has become stronger, how to avenge you, avenge the Ye clan."

After speaking, Ye Juechen kowtowed three times to the tombstone of the Ye couple again, and stayed quietly for a while before standing up and turning around and walking towards Tang Qiuxue.

"Master Xue'er, let's go back."

Tang Qiuxue turned around and saw that the little guy's clothes, forehead, and hands were stained with mud, and his eyes were red and swollen, indicating that he had just cried again.

took out a handkerchief as usual and gently wiped the soil on his forehead: "Chenchen, tell Master Xue'er, do you still want to be stronger?" ”

Ye Juechen raised his head, facilitated the movements of Master Xue'er's hands, and said unswervingly: "Master Xue'er, I want to become stronger, I must become stronger." ”

Tang Qiuxue took back her handkerchief and turned her back: "Since you have firm beliefs, then from now on, Ye Juechen, your cultivation is the beginning, are you ready?" ”

"Ready, ready."

"Then your first cultivation is to run back from here, by the way, you only have a quarter of an hour, now, the timer begins."

Tang Qiuxue blinked treacherously, the distance from here to their house, if it was her speed, it was only a blink of an eye.

But Ye Juechen can't do it, he doesn't have a trace of spiritual power on his body, he can only rely on his feet and run back with his running.

And at his speed, a quarter of an hour, it may not be possible.

Since it was impossible, why did Tang Qiuxue still let him do it?

Tang Qiuxue looked at Ye Jue Chen, who immediately opened her legs and ran wildly after she said that the timer had started.

Unfathomably looking up, he glanced up at the blue sky and white clouds.

She did it on purpose, even though she knew he couldn't finish it, she still let him do it.

Because, the first thing she wants to teach him is to accept setbacks.

In addition to letting him learn to accept setbacks, in fact, there is another purpose.

That is, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, don't give up, because maybe in the end, there will be a miracle.

The world is wonderful, and before the last second, who knows what will happen.