The woman in the black hat glanced at her mouth, and seemed to have the confidence to fight with the duckweed sword fairy king Fugui.

Wang Fugui was moved in his heart, he had been with the little guy day and night for three years, and he had already regarded this little guy as his own son in his heart, how could he easily allow them to take it away, even if it was an adult.

Wang Fugui watched everyone leave the courtyard, and with a wave of his big hand, the wooden door of "Kaz" slowly closed, and he turned around and returned to the wing.

People on the road.

"Head, why do you say that this Wang Fugui is so ignorant, which lord do we serve." The man said very dissatisfiedly to the man in the lead.

"Shut up" the woman in the black hat, scolded loudly and said, "Find an inn to rest for a while, and then pick up the little guy in the evening." ”

The woman in the hat looked at Wang Fugui's home with deep eyes, as if he could see through it directly, and saw Xiao Youmo in Wu Shuang's arms, babbling, Wang Fugui looked at the mother and son from the side.

"Madam, blame me for my incompetence and failure to keep the little guys, they will come to pick up Xiao and Mo at the last moment today." Wang Fugui lowered his head and said softly, not daring to look at Wu Shuang's face.

Wu Shuang couldn't help choking, and suddenly looked at Wang Fugui, "Husband, you can still see Xiao Youmo in the future, don't get in the way, don't get in the way." "I said that it was not in the way, it was not in the way, but in fact, my eyes were red, tears filled my eyes, my mouth was trembling, and I couldn't stop trembling with my hand holding Xiao Youmo, but I couldn't stop shaking, but I endured it, for fear of scaring Xiao Youmo.

At this time, Xiao Yomo was already asleep.

On the white and flawless and sacred surface of the lake, three-year-old Zhao Youmo is still chubby, but now he is not walking on his stomach like three years ago, at this moment, he is standing on his feet step by step, swaying, but he can also walk forward slowly.

Zhao Youmo didn't know how long he walked, but the surface of the lake under his feet changed colorfully, and people and things began to appear.

Zhao and Mo did not move forward, turning into a star, and in the starry sky, the sky shining with stars emitted a white and sacred light, as if to illuminate the whole world.

In his vision, there was the primeval period, the barbaric era of human civilization, and then there were wars, killings, and short-lived peaces, from the human world to the divine realm, from the underworld, to the heavenly realm, it seemed that they were always killing, and occasionally walking for a short period of peace, but they were also quickly broken.

The white and sacred stars that Zhao and Mo turned into began to appear flawed, and began to have different ideas, and the surface of the stars began to appear crimson, surrounding the surface of my stars, one, two, three, and then began to appear colorful colors, crazy around the stars.

After being surrounded by madness, Zhao and Mo began to wake up gradually, and there were some things that I didn't know what kind of thing also permeated Zhao and Mo's consciousness together.

There is no one around Zhao and Mo in this world, and he is three years old, and all he is in pain is to hit his head frantically on the ground.

"Knock knock" again and again, I can't imagine how much pain the three-year-old Zhao Hemo is suffering at this moment, but he has never been able to wake up, and he keeps repeating the action of hitting the ground.

Zhao Hemo in Wu Shuang's arms suddenly showed a painful expression, and Wang Fugui saw that something was wrong and immediately said, "Madam, take care of me and the child." His expression was very solemn.

"Go" Wang Fugui let out a light charge, and his figure fell to the ground in an instant, turning into a spiritual sense and flying towards the world of Zhao and Mo.

"It's so white, flawless and sacred, there's no time, you have to find Xiao and Mo quickly." Wang Fugui's figure appeared in the world of Zhao and Mo, and the surroundings were very white.

"Knock knock" Wang Fugui heard a knock knock sound in his ears, and he rushed to the source of the sound.

In everyone's inner world, if there is no invasion and occupation by others, then there will only be him alone, and now Wang Fugui belongs to the invaders, but fortunately, Xiao and Mo are not excluded.

Wang Fugui's speed gradually increased, and the surrounding scenery began to change, surrounded him in colorful colors, and suddenly a small figure appeared in front of him, small and ink.

"Baby, baby, Stack is coming for you." Wang Fugui shouted to Xiao Youmo.

At this moment, Zhao and Mo are full of colors, very weird, and there is an indescribable horror, which seems to be one with the world around them.

Zhao and Mo's action of hitting the ground suddenly paused.

Wang Fugui's heart is full of waves, where are the colorful paintings around, this is clearly the world's major rules, killing is the most.

Wang Fugui ran towards Zhao Youmo quickly, but his heart couldn't be calm, frightened, scared, as if he would fall at any time and again.

Zhao Youmo stopped completely, turned around and sat on the mirror, the colorful body had already surrounded his body, very weird and terrifying.

He showed a fleshy smile, but it was so terrifying, Wang Fugui had already come to his side.

"Stack." Zhao Hemo looked at Wang Fugui and shouted horribly, and then took out his fleshy hand and said "pain" to his head

The facial expressions should be extremely cute, but because of the major rules, they look very scary.

Wang Fugui was struggling very much in his heart, the power of the rules could completely wipe out his divine soul and destroy his spiritual sense, but at this moment, Zhao Hemo was in pain.

Suddenly, Wang Fugui stretched out his hand and hugged Zhao Hemo.

"Baby, it doesn't hurt, I'll rub it for you, it doesn't hurt." Wang Fugui hugged Zhao Hemo and said, but he didn't notice that his hands and body were smoking, which was a sign of dissolution.

"Baby, I'll take you back and go." After that, he hugged Zhao Hemo and prepared to go back, but where would the rules let him go so easily, as if he was a person, he was tug-of-war with him.

The speed at which Wang Fugui's body melted became faster and faster, and his feet began to disappear, little by little from the soles of his feet.

"Heh," Wang Fugui suddenly sneered, "Enough, enough, that's it." ”

After losing his foot, he seemed to fly, and when he took Zhao and Mo back, his also began to gradually dissolve.

"Baby, it's here, it's going to go, no matter where you go in the future, you must treat your mother well, remember." Wang Fugui finally spoke, his hand began to melt, and then his head, gradually, seemed to have completely disappeared.

Outside.

Wu Shuang helped Wang Fugui to the bed, but felt that Wang Fugui's soles, legs, body, hands, and head were gradually getting hotter and hotter.

Wu Shuang didn't care about it, didn't estimate, and recklessly released his cultivation to try to wake them up, constantly stimulating Wang Fugui's body.

"Stack, stack, where is the rice." At this moment, Zhao and Mo seemed to have unlocked the power to speak well,

"Stack, stack, come back!" Suddenly, Zhao and Mo roared, and the power of the rules in the distance seemed to realize the mistake.

In an instant, he flinched, exuding the power of Wang Fugui's divine consciousness and spiritual power. gradually drifted to the place where Zhao and Mo were.

Zhao Youmo's figure began to fade gradually.

Outside.

Zhao Hemo opened his eyes, his small eyes with tears in his eyes, and saw Wang Fugui next to him, "Diedie, it's still there, mother, it's still there." But I saw my mother crying on the side.

"Baby, Stack may never wake up again." Wu Shuang hugged Xiao Youmo and cried.

Rumbling Wu Shuang's words, like thunder, entered Zhao Youmo's mind.

Wang Fugui's spirit has dissipated in the world of Zhao and Mo.

"Come back." The chubby and teary-eyed Zhao Hemo looked at Wang Fugui's body and suddenly said, his voice was strange, as if he was not talking at all.