Through the cracks in the crowd, they could see the reluctance and anger in the little boy's eyes.

Like two scorching flames, it is breathtaking.

Xuanqing didn't hesitate to stop the group of teenagers, they saw that he was immortal, his strength was restrained, and he felt invincible, so they chose the road and ran away.

Xuanqing stretched out his hand and didn't feel dirty, he helped the little boy up, looking at him covered with scars, Xuanqing frowned slightly, and the next moment, a holy white light appeared in his hand, covering the little boy's scars, but in a moment, the little boy's injuries healed.

Xuanqing wanted to withdraw his hand, but the little boy subconsciously grabbed him.

The man saved him and treated his wounds.

He must be a good man.

The little boy thought to himself, and cautiously raised his head to look at Xuan Qing.

Only then did they discover that the little boy had a pair of bichromatic eyes that were different from ordinary people, his left eye was a deep black, and his right eye was a faint purple.

He was actually a child born of a mixture of the Shura and Rakshasa clans.

Xuanqing vaguely remembered that not long ago, a group of so-called righteous people wiped out the power of a dark clan in the world, and the owner of that force was the Shura tribe, and his wife was a Rakshasa tribe.

The two of them had a child who was secretly sent away by them before the door was destroyed, so the child escaped.

But I never thought that I would be left in this town to survive.

The world is all disgusted with darkness, and even children who are powerless are like rats crossing the street in their eyes.

It's a miracle that this child has survived to this day.

Xuan Qing's gaze as he looked at the little boy became complicated.

The little boy seemed to sense the deep meaning in his eyes, and after a moment's winch, he took two steps back.

"Are you here to kill me?" The little boy asked, his voice hoarse and his little bloodstained face wary.

Looking at his appearance of being a soldier, Xuan Qing sighed lightly, he turned his eyes to look at the little girl standing not far away, the two were of the same age, but they let him meet on the same day, perhaps, this is also a kind of fate.

"Little Chi'er, do you want a playmate?" Xuanqing walked up to the little girl, raised his hand and touched her head, and asked with a smile.

"What's a playmate?" The little girl was dazed.

"It's someone who grew up with you and played with." Xuan Qing pondered for a moment and explained.

Although the little girl still couldn't understand what her playmate meant, she could see the hope in the little boy's eyes when he looked at her, so she nodded earnestly.

In the end, Xuanqing took the two of them back to Kunlun Immortal Mountain, and at the same time accepted the two as his apprentices, and above them there was a senior brother Yan Miao, who was a young man of the Sea Clan who was as gentle as water but as indifferent as ice.

Although the senior brother is cold and lonely on weekdays, as if he doesn't care about anything, when facing his little junior sister and junior brother, those warm blue eyes will overflow with a shallow smile and gentleness.

After coming to Kunlun Immortal Mountain, Tianchi really had a home.

Instead of being like a duckweed, floating in no fixed place, it seems to be out of place with the whole world.

"Let's go." Tianchi didn't want to go on, she was afraid that she would be trapped in the swamp of memories, unwilling to break free, and sinking with all her heart.

Dire nodded, and he reached out to take Skyblah's hand.

Facing the surprised gaze cast by the heavens, he said: "Blazing, I will accompany you, forever and ever!" ”

——Digression——

I wish my little cuties a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, have they all eaten mooncakes?

Today's topic: What kind of mooncakes do you like?

(End of chapter)