Heavenly Star

"No, right! Here's what it looks like... Here's what I wrote... Here's what it looks like, then on the right...” Snowflake took a pen and wrote it on a piece of paper, and every stroke was so serious. With the same pen in his eyes, he looked at the shaped word under the snow pen without turning his eyes. He didn't even know the ink spot on the pen was on his clothes.

“Well, this is the word 'yao’, the last word of my sister's name.” Snowflake closed his pen and said excitedly. Her handwriting is flawless and as engraved, it's hard to imagine a 10-year-old girl writing it.

And the eyes...

Her eyes looked at the word "yao” without blinking. After half a day, she immediately felt that her eyes had been spent. The pen was suspended by her for a long time, and the hard one did not fall. For her, writing a word was too much harder than killing a hundred people.

“Oops... Forget it, let's learn math.” After three days of teaching the five words of her eyes, after another day of being forgotten, she finally gave up the four coagulated snow, took out the brochure that Ye Wuchen taught her to make in arithmetic, and then turned page by page, until… page 5.

In almost a year, the eyes have learned only the first four pages.

“Well... Sister Panshin, listen carefully. This was just done yesterday and can be calculated in an instant... Strike one big stone into three small stones, and then each little stone into three smaller stones. Finally, how many small stones will there be? ”

Eye: “! …… ”

“This was just calculated yesterday. Sister Panxin answered correctly yesterday... it must be possible today.” Snowflake smiled and encouraged.

His eyes stretched out three thin fingers, rooted like jade. Her skin is white, but her white is a different kind of white from snow condensation, which is an ice white, white crystal clear, and snow condensation is snow white... and then snow feminine, which is milky white. She dialed her finger and stretched out three fingers of her left hand, and then... she was silly, and then her eyes were lost, and finally she looked pitifully at the snow, which was a condescending expression.

“Ooh... let's go play with my sister. It's getting dark and my brother will be back soon.” Snowflake's patience was finally wiped out, and she was discouraged to say, well, she was used to it. Her eyes were still her eyes. In order to protect Ye Wucheng from being harmed by the heavens, she exhausted the last trace of strength in her body, depleting all the power under her background. Her power could not have been restored, but strangely, since she woke up, her power began to recover, and it was getting faster and faster. A month ago, she actually recovered no less than her previous strength, which was powerful when she was called "the daughter of heaven's punishment”, which surprised Ye Wucheng over and over again. Ye Wuchen, however, was clearly unattainable at this time, and her protection was no longer needed. She was with Snow Condenser every day. Snow Condenser taught her to write arithmetic over and over again, and her eyes were serious about learning, but she seemed not to understand this trick. The same knowledge she had learned was more than three times as long as Snow Condenser, and it was easy to forget. So far, she would write fewer than 200 words, and Snow Condenser could write poetry and paint for her brother occasionally.

And at this time, Xiao Mo would go far away. Although she was only a teenager, her memories and knowledge were not lost at all. She was bored to see them writing there, but she was not interested in being their teacher. She definitely thinks a lot more of what she is worried about than she is worried about her eyes and eyes. Ye Wuchen is worried about what she knows best.

And she noticed that Ye Wuchen's recent mood was obviously different, and it should be what he felt again.

And it won't be people or things on this continent that can make him react this way, it can only be...

“Nobody's going to hurt him.” Lie on the edge of the window and look at the small foam fist in the sky outside, speak to yourself in a very low, very low voice, in the eyes of the water, flashing a moment of shady light.

Ye Wuchen appeared in the house with soft flowers. He looked up at the flowers with clothes and looked up softly. He greeted him with joy. Ye Wuchen suddenly appeared this way she was used to, she would not ask why, nor would she ask him where he had gone, what he was doing, when he would come back, only to be happy heart and feel safe at home to be his wife. After more than six months of marriage with Ye Wuchen, she is still as delicate and shy as a green girl. The biggest change is that under the moisture of night and night rain, she began to have a young woman's flair. There was a touch of glamour in her eyes, and her chest began to shrug high, and her clothes were drummed.

“Husband, the weather is turning cold. This is a new outfit that has just been made. Try to see if it fits.” The flowers gently took off his coat, put on the coat he had just made for him, and it was autumn again. Autumn is the season when Ye Wuchen wakes up from 10 years of sleep.

“Little soft clothes never misfit.” Ye Wuchen said with a laugh, leaving her to pick up her arms and put them in her new clothes. In this world, only she knows best what color and style of clothes he likes to wear, and only she makes clothes that are always such a combination that they always bring him warmth.

The flowers softened him up, buttoned him gently from top to bottom, collared him, stepped back, revealed a beautiful and soft smile: “Well, it fits well, my husband looks so good no matter what he wears... this dress is getting dirty, I'll wash it later, will my husband wear this first? ”

“Okay.” Ye Wuchen stepped forward, lifting her soft face.

The flowers were soft, the delicate face smeared on a layer of red Xia, and the voice was slightly weak: “Husband, I am a little inconvenient today, I may not be able to serve tonight... can you go to Sister Phoenix tonight? ”

Ye Wuchen could not help, but the moving shame caused him to move tenderly in his heart, lowered his head and kissed deeply on her lips before leaving his room.

Opening the door and walking out, a slightly chilling wind swept in, Ye Wuchenchang sucked a breath of fresh wind and sighed softly: “Fourteen years. ”

It's been 14 years since he came to Heaven's Lands.

Ten of them were asleep, two years in a coma with memories, but only two years.

Fourteen years, 14 years of his life, whether the “home” he remembers has changed dramatically, things are different. If he finds his past, how can he go back and face it?

The heavenly dragon kingdom also began the process of subjugating the wind after the sandstorm of the windy kingdom was quenched. Over the past six months, the vast map of the great wind kingdom has gradually been incorporated under the heavenly dragon kingdom, and those who refuse to surrender have been forced to break the city by iron and blood, acting without any soft hand, and with the immense presence of the evil emperor as a god and his grace in eliminating the catastrophe of the great wind for many years, few can think. In some cities, even if the chiefs are determined, they will be silenced and dissatisfied by the city's people first, so the process of subjugating the windy country has not taken much time and effort. Today, the whole great wind country has fallen under the heavenly dragon country. Faced with a sudden expansion of the area several times the size of the heavenly dragon country, the sunflower and cang countries have become well-deserved small countries.

However, they are not worried that they will be annexed by the kingdom of Heavenly Dragon. Rather, they are more secure than ever.

After the accident six months ago, the cold cliff disappeared completely, disappeared without a trace. With Ye Wuchen, the forces of evil sects, northern emperors and southern emperors spread throughout the world, he could not find any trace of his spider, as if he had suddenly disappeared completely from the world. Though Chu's amazing news always comes from time to time. He did not go back to the north to find Chu Cang, perhaps because he broke the sword to meet him without face. He traveled to Tianchen Mainland every day, searching for cold cliff traces while walking the whole way to war, but... although his back has sometimes broken, he has never used a sword, fought with people, fought with beasts. He always picked up what he could borrow from his side during the war, sometimes a dead branch, sometimes a hairpin, sometimes a paper roll, sometimes a stone... If there was nothing he could borrow, he would have hand-held it, used it, still a sword, then he would have used it as a sword, his hand as a sword, and his arm as a sword.

Gradually, there's nothing he can't think of as a sword.

And he's walked the world, and for six months, he's never had a battle of failure, and he's never been with anyone, and maybe he's starting to like the feeling of being alone.

And the biggest change in the past six months was Little Purple, Ye Wuchen watched it change from a newborn level 5 warcraft to today's divine level warcraft... Grade 5 to divine level, after only half a year, such a rate of strength growth, I fear, can never find a second. The dragon crystal is something that even the divine realm covets three feet. Little purple shapes that are six months old have not risen as dramatically as their power, but have only increased implicitly and almost undetectable in one lap. And it's never done this once before, becoming a snow-covered, eye-catching partner and… toys every day. However, this priceless little purple crystal sin dragon is comfortable every day. There is no dissatisfaction at all. No matter who you meet, no matter who you are familiar with, you will not generate any hostility.

Instead of returning to his room immediately, he jumped up to the sky with a twist, tilting in the air and falling into another small courtyard, where no sound was heard or perceived by anyone.