"Missing our child?" Little fingers touched the man's chin, and Xu Linghe greeted her boldly. The woman was challenging him.
"Missing the child's mother."
"I really hope that the war will end soon, and let the children go back to the human realm early."
"Really?" The woman was killing joy. Xu Linghe held her up and entered the room.
"Dad..."
Xiao Douya crawled out of the bed, and could not collect himself at that moment. How could father bite mother? The woman freed from the man's arms, and her face turned red. Xiao Douya jumped out of bed and flung into his father's arms.
"Missing dad?" The little boy nodded his head. Xu Linghe wanted to hold his child in the air, but felt a piecing pain on his body. "What's wrong?" He held his child and sat on the bed, and then condensed his Spirit Power to suppressed the pain. Sweat dripped from his forehead. Afraid that the woman would find it, Xu Linghe forced t
The days of happiness were very short. Xu Linghe had to go back to the Jin City. At night, the family sat around the fire. Since the death of Shenzong, Changxi seldom went out and concentrated on studying the medical spirits. Tomorrow, her grandchildren would return to the Jin City. Wuyou cooked some dishes and asked Chengyi and Xiaoyou to come in the evening. The whole family were sitting by the fire. Knowing that his father was going to set out tomorrow, Xiao Douya was reluctant to leave him and stayed close to him. It had been a long time since Chengyi saw his Senior Brother last time, so Chengyi would like to have more conversations with his Senior Brother. Wuyou cooked hot soup for her husband to warm his stomach. Xiao Douya took a big chicken leg and put it into his younger aunt's bowl. The soy-sauced chicken legs were Xiao Douya's favorite. "Aunt, when will the little brother see Xiao Douya?" The little hands caressed the aunt's belly. The four-yea
Flowing Light dived into Yuan Xueyi, and the dusty memory was opened. Yuan Xueyi saw the past. On a freezing day, a little loriot fell under the eaves, its claws frozen. Its golden feathers had been plunked. Standing on the window, the little loriot longed for the fire, and its tiny body trembled with chill. Inside the room, there was an elder. Seeing the little animal was rather poor, he pushed the window open and the poor thing fell on his hand. The stove fire let its frozen body regain consciousness. The elder prepared food for it. The little loriot jumped on the silver plate to enjoy the delicious food. The scene changed suddenly into the one where the little loriot was fully grown with plump feathers. When it transformed into a huge shape, it was Yuan Xueyi. It turned out that the woman was not a person of the Immense Sea, but a loriot. Yuan Xueyi was still absorbed in the images. In the picture, the girl concentrated on cultivating spirit. But in the valley, the
Little Lingchong crawled out of the sleeve. After a sound sleep, they had arrived at the Ninth-level Heaven. Why did the master come here? Little Lingchong suspended in mid-air, and various rare treasures dazzled it. It was the Ninth-level Heaven's Treasure Pavilion. It held the Heavenly Mirror with its claws and rushed out of the Treasure Pavilion. The divine hall was situated on the south of the square. Wuyou followed the ring and searched all the way. The ring darkened at the palace gate. Wuyou came up to look around, but could not find any inkling. Did the ring looked in the wrong direction? Wuyou checked again, and found a secret entrance on the right of the palace. Little Lingchong rushed in. The ring led the way. They entered the secret entrance and saw a slope ahead. The stone steps were narrow. The ring's Spirit Power shone brighter. It seemed that the person Wuyou was looking for was there. Along the stone steps, the ring floated and fell into a deep pool. Li
The Lingxiao Palace was shrouded by the ring. Did the man of sacrifice there? Wuyou rushed out of the encirclement and tried to have a look. But how could Emperor Jun spare the woman? The celestial soldiers rushed up, but was blocked by Hun Kun. Wuyou flew to the Lingxiao Palace, and Little Lingchong ran into her arms. The ring stopped at the Lingxiao Palace. Wuyou wanted to know who was the man of sacrifice. The ring rushed into the palace, and Wuyou followed the ring to the eastern palace. Unexpectedly, Hun Kun came down from above. With a bang, the Lingxiao Palace collapsed. Under great pressure, sand flowed in clouds. The palace was snapped in half. Little palace maidservants fled in all directions. Jiu Ying shrank into herself. The ring suspended around the little palace maidservants. Wuyou came closer quietly. She came to the Ninth-level Heaven just for looking for the man of sacrifice, so she would not be discovered by Emperor Jun. Wuyou pinched a little palace
The Teal Hill's Vice Commander was witty, and once Yu Xuanji lost to her, so Yu Xuanji became more vigilant. Yan took the order to block Baize's army. After several battles, they had recovered most of the Teal Hill's territory. During the confrontation, the Baize's army was defeated successively. The Teal Hill's leader knew thoroughly about Baize's military distribution and thrashed the Baize's army. The Teal Hill's main forces pressed hard, and Yu Xuanji was forced to retreat to the border. She had dreamed to expand the territory, but at last, she was always at a disadvantage. 25 kilometers away from the Teal Hill, Baize's army chose to encamp themselves on the hillside, while the Teal Hill's army chose to set camps in the Longquan Town. The two sides ceased the fire temporarily. Yu Xuanji rushed back to the devil city. The entrance of the hall was crammed with devil soldiers. Yu Xuanji passed through the crowd slowly. She looked as charming as ever, though they had n
"Mom, you're back." Xiao Douya flung himself into Wuyou's arms. Since he had not seen his mother for days, he missed his mother so much. "Douya, this is little elder brother." The little boy looked at Xiao Douya enviously, but hurried to lower his head after the glance. "Little Elder Brother, I am Xiao Douya." Xiao Douya offered his hand, but the boy did not reply with his fist clenched. Perhaps the boy shrank from meeting strangers. Xiao Douya was active by nature, and held the little boy's hand to the crowd. "The boy is absolutely terrified, and needs some days to recover himself." "Maybe..." Wuyou just hoped that the child would be fine. He had suffered that at the young age. Perhaps he would never forget it through his lifetime. In order not to scare the child, Hun Kun transformed himself into a common person. "How is Shenzong doing now?" It was tens of thousands of years since they met with each other last ti
As the governor of the Jin City, Xu Linghe's top priority was to improve people's livelihood. He led Zhan Ming to visit the backward areas. The war had deprived the labor forces. All the fields were deserted. They visited several peasants' household. Except the fence walls remained complete, those adobe houses did not have doors. An old man sat at the corner, basking in the sun. Xu Linghe entered the yard, and the man woke up. The sunlight was too dazzling, and the old man squinted and shielded his eyes with his callous hands. When his cloudy eyes saw him clearly, the old man stood up hurriedly from the bamboo chair. The old man was too feeble and had to pant heavily after just taking a few steps. His grey mustache heaved as he breathed. … Xu Linghe came up to help the old man and could feel the old man's greatly emaciated hands in the huge sleeves. Zhan Ming found a chair for the master to take a rest. Xu Linghe was not in the mood, and followed the old
In the Qi Palace. At midnight, a carriage ran out of the palace to the Di army's barrack. You Qingcheng looked out of the windows occasionally, and her heart had flown to the military camp. Shui'er was kept in suspense, because the Queen was too bold to refuse to bring any guard. The carriage galloped so quickly that You Qingcheng's stomach twisted with acid. Seeing the Queen's pale face, Shui'er asked the carriage to stop immediately. The horse neighed and stopped. You Qingcheng threw back the curtain and ran to the forest. Shui'er trotted behind, her brocade handkerchief swinging in the night wind. She thought the master must feel sick in the carriage. You Qingcheng could not stop coughing, and her stomach churned ferociously. She covered her mouth with the brocade handkerchief and took a deep breath. Until her lung was full of fresh air did You Qingcheng feel better. Shui'er helped her master to soothe the breath, hoping the master would feel better soon. After all,