"Uncle, you are so beautiful, how can you have the slightest flaw?" Mo Xiaomi's fleshy little hand held Emperor Wuxie's picturesque face, and the two big eyes that were smiling were bent into a crescent shape.

Sure enough, after the faint scar disappeared, Wuxie's whole person looked more like he had come out of the painting.

Emperor Wuxian stretched out his hand and gently swiped it across his left cheek, that place was already as bright as jade-

"Gone-" For some reason, his heart, at that moment, seemed to be liberated, that scar, from the day he killed Yuqin with his own hands, has followed him, it has been more than 6,000 years, every time he looks at the wound on his face, he thinks of Yuqin all the time, remembering that bloody past.

"It's a pity that it's so beautiful, but my uncle can't see it." Mo Mi looked at him in a daze, those dark golden eyes without a little brilliance, and a hidden empty expression, were so sad.

She had never seen such a sad person.

"What's your name?" Only then did Emperor Wuxian react, and some of the rose tea in his hand spilled out, and landed on the back of Mo Xiaomi's hand, dyeing a faint red.

"Ink millet, ink-colored ink, tiny, small, rice-grained rice." Mo Mi suddenly bent her eyes again, and replied in a milky voice, talking to the big beautiful man, even the mood can become happy.

"It's Mo Xiaomi?" Emperor Wuxie's voice softened a little, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, rubbed it on her little head, and then said in the direction of Huang Qingyan, "I'm too old, the future Zi Weixing is the era of these children." ”

"Innocent-" Huang Qingwan wanted to say something, but it was stuck in his throat again, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"Uncle, your future will be happy." Mo Xiaomi's heart hurt inexplicably, and her little hand tightly held the big fingers of Di Wuxie's right hand, and the conditioned reflex was a sentence, such a good-looking person will definitely be happy in the future.

"Heh-" Innocent laughed weakly, a year ago, Di Lianche, who was possessed by the Killing Nightmare, attacked him and seriously injured him, if it wasn't for Huang Qing's hand to save him, it is estimated that he would have died long ago.

Surviving is just an obsession.

For a while, everyone was silent, and Emperor Huang stared at Emperor Wuxian faintly, this person's longevity had dried up to the extreme, even if he held on, he wouldn't be able to last ten years.

Ten years, for the spiritual cultivator, it is just a snap of a finger, speaking of which, Emperor Wuxian can be regarded as the ancestor of his family, and the relationship with Bang Bang Niang seems to be good, and he naturally does not want Bang Bang Niang to be so lonely in the long wait.

Perhaps, he should do something.

The night, long as if a century had passed.

Emperor Wuxie's body was weak and he went to bed early, and Mo Mi had to sleep next to the big beautiful man with a dead face, and he held Emperor Wuxie's right hand all night and his big fingers were not loosened.

Huang Qingwan couldn't help her, anyway, she was a child, so she let her go.

I haven't seen her for fifteen years, and Dihuang has a lot to say to her.

The two of them talked heartwarmingly in the attic on the first floor all night.

Emperor Huang lightly pulled the little estrangement in his heart, but it was because his mother hugged him all night, and he disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When the sky was slightly bright, the emperor phoenix had fallen asleep in the arms of the phoenix, and the phoenix was very energetic, put the emperor phoenix in the warm quilt, printed a gentle kiss on his forehead, turned over and flew out.