Buried in the Valley of the Clouds.

Although it was futile, the nine days still did not have half a point of reservation, the five killings in the troubled times, Qionghua broke and waved, and the target was still the lock in front of him that blocked his progress. However, no matter how she chiseled and chopped, she was like an ant shaking a tree, and she never won any results. The sword light slashed, although it seemed to be sharp, but Yan Bing not only did not damage at all, but also derived the power of the anti-shock, and actually swept a thousand thoughts away, drawing a flying dust.

Hurriedly getting up, Jiutian didn't even bother to pay attention to the dust-stained clothes, and with the strength of his sword, he repeated the futile action that he had insisted on for several days.

In a pair of cold eyes, the crystal has withered, and only two lines of blood and tears remain, which slipped from above the pretty face.

"In order to get together with Yun'er, you actually trapped me here, and then swaggered to activate the Ten Thousand Souls Return Array? Now you're going to leave me behind just for a foolish obsession? I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

The roar that was almost crazy suddenly stopped, and Qionghua in his hand slid to the ground.

After overdrawing his strength for a long time, Jiutian is now weak and weak, and he can only look at the ice wall in front of him stupidly, and his hands are weak to beat the edge of this cage At the same time, only a murmur is left in his mouth: "I don't accept it, I don't accept ......"

Immediately afterward, bursts of sobbing came out.

"Tang Ling, could it be that in your heart, I am so insignificant, that I don't even have the qualifications to die by your side?"

A slightly ethereal Qianqianyu hand reached out and wiped away the blood and tears that had slipped on Jiutian's face, and made Jiutian, whose eyes were confused, look sideways at the comer.

A figure that was supposed not to reappear was standing beside her.

"Sister Jiutian, why are you crying?"

"I, why are I crying?"

"Is the big bad guy bullying you again?"

"No, he never looked at me squarely. ”

"That'...... Is it because you envy Sister Yanling?"

"Yes, I also envy Yan Ling, and I envy you even more. ”

Hot tears flowed down from those cold eyes, and he was already crying for nine days.

"Why, I can't be like you, I can make Tang Ling so infatuated, and I can't be like Yan Ling, I can conceive Tang Ling's child?

The jade hand wiped away the tears of the Nine Heavens again.

A soft sigh followed.

"Do you know? We envy you too — we shouldn't say envy, we're jealous of you. ”

"Why?"

"Because you can be by his side when Ling is at his most depressed, and comfort him in your own way. ”

Although the figure is empty, the smile on Yun'er's face is indeed as she said, both envy and jealousy.

"When he was with me, he always tried to make me happy, but he never showed his depression to the outside. Only by your side can he vent the darkness in his heart to the fullest. ”

"Should I be happy about this?"

Curled up in place, Jiutian's eyes were distracted, and the words that followed were no longer trapped by mental defense, and his mouth was already blank, showing the melancholy in his heart.

"I don't know. ”

Yun'er didn't enlighten again, straightened up, and gently pressed one hand on the lock ice.

"But I can keep you by his side until the end. ”

......

Blood Sea City, the Mansion of the King of Wind and Cloud.

With the end of the Great War, the pressure of the people in the Blood Sea has completely disappeared, and they have begun to focus on the construction of the city-state in the past few days. As for the Yan army, which coincided with the great changes, it was no longer a threat to them.

has just given birth to the bloodline of the Wind and Cloud King, and Yan Ling has now become the most leisurely person. Not to mention that Ling Xiao's care work has a group of maidservants to help, and now everyone in Blood Sea City has regarded her as Princess Fengyun, and the affairs of living on weekdays are taken care of by special personnel, which is not inferior to when she was in the Imperial City of Chang'an in the past. However, even if she was taken care of in every way, the calm expression on her face was still the same, but when she got along with the childish Lingyao, she was a little more gentle and loving, as if she was just an ordinary mother now.

Speaking of Ling Yao, although he has just spent his full moon, he still looks careless about the things around him, sleepy all day long, and does not have the noble feeling of "sage blood" at all. The only thing that can show his difference is that he seems to have the wisdom of ordinary people, and he does not like to cry on weekdays, but if he needs anything, he just screams and stops.

At this moment, the mother and son are together by the window of the room as in the past. Although the scenery outside the window was beautiful, Yan Ling had no intention of appreciating it, and only occasionally shook the cradle slightly, which made the full moon childish smile.

"Kid ......"

Since he could get out of bed and walk, Yan Ling didn't know how many times he muttered this sentence, but even though there were countless words hidden in his heart, he wanted to speak and stopped every time, and under the shaking of his mind, he showed that he was now entangled in all kinds of ways.

Suddenly, a figure similar to her appeared next to the cradle, and she almost screamed.

"Shh......h

Seeing her face full of surprise, she hurriedly raised an index finger in front of her lips and persuaded her not to quarrel with the childish child who was in a sweet sleep.

Then, the other party grinned, lowered his voice and asked Yan Ling, "I'm sorry to scare you?"

Although they are similar in appearance, the other party does not have Yan Ling's usual tranquil atmosphere, on the contrary, it seems to be a cardamom girl who is still naughty. After this apology, she didn't pay attention to Yan Ling's reaction, but stretched out her slender index finger, with a little mischievous stroke of Ling Yao's slightly chubby little face, her lips closed one by one, and she said silently: "Little guy, we have all suffered a lot in order to give birth to you." ”

Perhaps it was this little prank that made Ling Yao unable to sleep peacefully, and the childish child opened her eyes in confusion, unhappily searching for the initiator of the prank. But when he saw the other party, his lazy eyes gradually became clear again, and a word popped out of his small mouth: "Mother." ”

The call wasn't loud, but it was enough to draw Yan Ling over. Observing the figure kneeling beside the cradle, a name that was enough to make her toss and turn and couldn't sleep came to her mind.

"Yun'er?"

In order to allow Ling Yao to be born smoothly, the two remnant souls that Yun'er attached to Jiutian and Yanling merged into one, which allowed the sage's bloodline to re-condense and take shape, becoming today's little child. However, because of this, she has exhausted all her soul power, and she has fallen into a deep sleep, waiting for the fate of being gradually absorbed by the host Yan Ling. Now not only has he reawakened, but he can also appear and act without borrowing the host's body, which naturally makes Yan Ling feel surprised. After being surprised for a long time, he suppressed the consternation in his heart and asked: "At the beginning, you completely integrated your soul consciousness into my body, so that Ling Yao could get the opportunity to grow, and it stands to reason that you should not be able to regain your spiritual wisdom is ......."