Devouring The Heavens

Xuanyuan was dressed in'Earth Profound Armor' with a headband'Rain Mist Aoki Crown', and stepped on'Xianlong Sky Boots'. There was a sense of elegance in the British martial arts.

"Are you going to leave this evening?" Zhi last sighed.

"Well, leaving tomorrow would be too blatant, and it would cause unnecessary trouble. With the emperor of the pig's head attracting their attention, I would naturally not be noticeable when I left." Xuanyuan chuckled lightly.

"Hey, I thought that someone could help me cultivate the heaven and earth spirits every day, but now even this selfishness is shattered." Zhilian smiled and laughed at herself.

"Haha, what's the matter? After I've done my work, it's okay to help you cultivate world spirits when you're free." Xuanyuan smiled.

"In my hometown, I remember when I was a kid, every time I had a birthday, someone would always give me a red egg and then sing a song for me. Although his voice was hoarse, although he did not sing well, it was me The warmest memory in my heart."

Xuanyuan looked at the distant starry sky and came to this world inexplicably. Occasionally, he remembered the old beggar. Just like Mochou would remember Aunt Mei, this is the same sentiment, a kind of nostalgia for the people he raised.

"What song is it? I want to hear it. At least you should sing a song for me if you want to go? It's my birthday today." The starry eyes of Zhiyuan lasted, enchanting.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday..."

Xuanyuan thought of the old beggar. In the cold winter, two people snuggled under the flyover and covered a small nest with cardboard boxes. The ground was covered with rags, a candle that burned to the bottom, and one had temperature. Red eggs, and the hoarse but warm song of the old beggar, and Xuanyuan's excited and happy little smiley face.

Unknowingly, until Xuanyuan finished singing softly, in the starry eyes of Zhiyuan, a few crystal tears were condensed on his long eyelashes, a kind of speechless warmth, and moved into the heart of Zhilian.

"Mr. Xuanyuan, this song is really nice. This is the last gift that Zhilian received. The heart is the warmest. I hope you can remember this mood in your heart in the future."

"Ha, I didn't expect to sing such a song here, Saint Girl, help me take good care of Mo Chou, and tell Mo Chou, I will come back to find her, if I don't come back, just say, I am charming Auntie is together, waiting for her in a very distant place, one day, we will meet each other." Xuanyuan's voice was gentle, and his smile was warm.

"Holy lady, there is one more thing I think needs to bother you."

"Please!" Zhilian's voice was gentle.

"Please give the "Feng Ling Gun" to the son of Yin Qianxun, and let him take the "Feng Ling Gun" to find my five masters. With the help of the Master, I am afraid that the five Masters will refuse, so if I bring my personal belongings, the Five Masters will inevitably agree.

"Well, I promise you this matter, but Mo Chou wants you to take care of it yourself. Go, I'm waiting for you to come back and nourish the world for me."