The next day, the Lingfeng City Inn.

After Yunnan Yue finished cleaning up her salute, she re-examined Meiqiang's wound to prevent infection on the road.

In the small courtyard of the inn, Yun Yan was reading in the morning, and Yun Ye was practicing.

Only Little Star was idle and ran out of the courtyard to fly a kite.

"Wow, flying so high."

The child's silver bell-like laughter echoed, but at that moment, an untimely wind blew the kite off.

"My kite."

Seeing that the kite fell to the other side of the courtyard wall, Little Star was anxious, found a big tree near the wall, climbed the trunk with both hands and feet, and climbed from the trunk to the top of the wall.

"It's so high~~"

The wall is so high to the ground, dizzy, it hurts to jump.

No matter, it's a kite made for her by her mother, and she must get it back.

Yun Xingchen's heart was horizontal, and he closed his eyes and jumped down.

Oddly enough.

When she jumped, she didn't feel any pain, but felt as warm as being held in someone's arms.

"Be careful."

A magnetic, muffled voice rang out.

Yejun Jue looked down at the little girl doll carved in his arms, and there was inexplicable concern between his eyebrows.

He was about to leave Lingfeng City, but when he turned around, his eyes were attracted by the small pink figure that had climbed the trunk of the tree.

The figure of the pink ball climbed higher and higher, and climbed from the trunk of the tree to the top of the wall, and the expression of the flesh was very rich and lovely.

But when he saw the little dumpling open his arms and jumped, his heart tightened, and he stepped forward unconsciously and caught the little guy who fell.

"Who are you, and why did you break into the Night House?"

Seeing that the little group in his arms didn't speak, Ye Junjue's voice softened a little.

When Yun Xingchen opened his eyes, he saw a very handsome and handsome face appear in front of him.

But somehow, the little heart was uncomfortable, and then, bean-sized tears crackled down the corners of his eyes.

I can't stop flowing.

"Is it hurting somewhere?"

The little guy's tears fell like pearls with broken threads, and the hot teardrops fell one by one on the back of the Night King's hand.

The Night King of the Night North, who has always been cold and tyrannical, was inexplicably flustered in his heart at this time, and asked Yun Xingchen softly where the pain was.

"It's not hurt, when I see my uncle, I miss my father."

The little chubby hand touched the tears, but the tears kept flowing, and they couldn't be wiped clean.

The black phoenix eyes were full of tears, and Yun Xingchen pursed his lips, crying for grievances, which made Yejun feel even more distressed.

Although, he doesn't know the reason for his distress.

"Well, don't cry, it's good for this king to take you to find your father."

Yejun sat on the stone chair with Yun Xingchen in his arms, and he squatted down, his slender fingertips gently brushed away the tears on Xiaoxing's face, and his magnetic and gentle voice coaxed his daughter like a father's love.

Yun Xingchen, who was sitting on the stone chair, shook his head, and the two chirps on his head also shook, pitiful and cute.

"I haven't seen my father, when we weren't born, the scumbag father abandoned my mother's parents, and my mother's relatives brought me and my brothers to grow up alone."

Sobbing on his little shoulders, Yun Xingchen cried out to Uncle Yejunjue.

"Although I haven't seen my father, when I see my uncle, it's like seeing my father, so I can't help crying."

Yun Xingchen's words made the Night Monarch's heart even warmer, and there was also an inexplicable father's love rising from the bottom of his heart.

"Can you tell Uncle what your name is?"

"My name is Yun Xingchen, and my mother's name is Yun ......"