Heavenly Star

Ye Wuchen smiled slightly, put down the little girl in her arms, started to chop the star sword, the other hand appeared a gray fruit, he slowly approached the soul fruit chopping the star sword, said with his heart: "Nan, converge spirit, don't think about anything...”

The North Emperor struggled to find this soulful fruit in order to save her from the sword. And this is the moment that the Emperor of the South and the Emperor of the North yearn to see until death. However, whether or not Nan forgives them, they may have felt ashamed to see their daughter again. Their struggle led to a series of catastrophes, and Nan, at the same time, was one of the victims of that catastrophe. And those who put an end to the calamity are Ye Wuchen.

There is a God in space, so one day there will be a demon, and the opposite of good is evil, because without pure goodness, then the separated evil will sooner or later form a demon. The Great Demon King is dead, but one day the next demon will also be born. However, if Ye Wuchen still existed, the formation of the demon would no longer be a scourge. And if there are fewer malicious thoughts and fewer fights between people, the creation of magic will become more and more difficult, and even if it is generated, it will weaken.

The soulful fruit touched the chopping sword, a group of black light spread from the soulful fruit, covered the whole chopping sword, after a brief stagnation, Ye Wuchen's hand retracted, put the soulful fruit over the little girl's chest.

The unconscionable colorless light is released from the exotic fruit and integrated into the little girl's body, and the exotic fruit is shrinking at a noticeable rate during the release, from its original thumb size to the size of a nail to the size of a small stone… Finally, it dissipates directly there.

And this body, which belongs to the South, finally reacted slightly, over the closed eyes, and the thin translucent eyelashes shivered slightly.

“Oops...”

A slight lazy sound from the corner of Nan's mouth, her eyelashes have been trembling slightly, struggling to open her eyes, and a few slender, snowy fingers curved slightly, stroking the soft sandy beach underneath her. Finally, after repeated efforts, her eyes opened slowly… the opening of her eyes also showed that she had recovered at least half of her consciousness.

I don't know how many years without touching the light of the eyes suddenly contact the eyes, such as stabbing the general immediately close, the mouth accompanied by a panicked “ah” sound, she raised a small hand to cover her eyes, upper body sat up carefully, which opened the eyes more carefully.

Release your hands covered in front of your forehead. Nan's bright, diamond-like eyes measure the master around you in the sparkling excitement of the stars. Measuring the world around you, the tiny nose moves gently, breathing that fresh sea breeze. In the sword, she can only perceive the world with the power of the star-cutting sword, observe people with her consciousness, to feel the taste… that is a completely different feeling from what is now seen with the real body, she has completely forgotten that her body is the body of a 4-5 year old girl, insensitive in this fantastic reality.

“Ahhh...” She was just about to get up. Her body fell off. She was held by Ye Wuchen's hand. Nan held his arm and blinked her eyes with excitement: “Master, I have a body... I really have a body. ”

She has a body, but no power at all. Although she is the true daughter of God, she does not have the power of a god at this moment, but is no different from the most ordinary human girl. She didn't care about it, or in the most exciting of all, it had been ignored directly by her, dreams come true, and all she had was full of leaps and joys.

“Mmm.” Ye Wuchen replied with a smile. Nan's voice is also completely different from that of the young girl's soul when she was in the sword, at a time when her voice is much more naive than when she was in the sword, but the same pleasant ear is empty. Looking at this little girl who wasn't even her waist height, what he was thinking was...

I don't know how many years it will take to grow up...

At the same time, I'm about the same age as Si Chen...

Sichen……

Thinking of Think Chen, a heart that has been in his mind for a long time has flowed into his mind, the excitement of his heart born of Nan has been replaced by a rush. He held on to Nan's little body and said to her: “Nan, your soul and body have been away for too long, it takes a long time to fit perfectly, now it has just merged, it is best not to use too much consciousness... that is to say, rest more, understand? ”

Nan nodded forcefully and smiled at him constantly. It feels really good to laugh.

“Then… behave yourself and go home to rest with Kaori to let Cher and her eyes know that they have another little sister. And tell them that I have nothing, nothing to worry about. ”

“Ah? But... I'm much older than them. They're the sisters.” Nan immediately argued with dissatisfaction.

“But the way you are, you're smaller than them.” Ye Chen said helplessly.

“Ooh…”

Watching Xiangxiang take Nan away, Ye Wuchen's face slowly slowly slowly slowed down. He lifted his hands, looked into the white mirror in his hand and said gently to it: “Sichen... do you want to go see your mother...”

“Want to... want to see Mom, want to see Mom with Dad. ”

As if the sound from the sky reached the ear, Ye Wuchen's whole body shivered slightly, and in the waves of his eyes, he watched the mirror in his hand become a three-year-old girl in white light... his daughter. She looked at him with her head up, her eyes blinking gently, her curved fine eyebrows and raised pink lips depicting one of the most beautiful laughs.

Ye Wuchen ranged from shocked to ecstatic, to deeply palpitated, he held Sichen tightly and muttered softly: “… Sichen, I will wake up my mother, she must also want to miss her daughter very much. ”

Space splits, switches, and they show up in an ice-cold ice crystal chamber, right in front of you, the one that sleeps in the ice.

Ye Wuchen's hands pressed against the ice, silently watching the silent flaming dream. We met four years ago and were destined to spend the rest of our lives obsessed with the jade of Xuefei's face. If we didn't meet, our fates would be very different... but she met herself, more of her misfortune. On that day, she gave birth to her daughter... and then fell asleep in the ice for four years.

In the North Emperor Zong, when she knew she was pregnant, what kind of joy and despair she would feel, and what kind of pain she would feel when her child almost lost her child. And all of this was borne by her alone, while he was in the other world.

“Dream, if there is a new life, will you still meet me?” He muttered softly, not knowing whether to ask her or himself. He closed his eyes and said softly: "Dream on, wake up... I've kept you waiting too long...”

The green light instantly completely fills this small space, how powerful is Ye Wuchen's life force at this moment, all he needs is a moment to restore the life force of the flaming dream. When the green light shined, the frozen solid ice of the dreams also dissipated as if it were fogging, and the flaming dreams wrapped in the green light fell gently from the halfway sky. Ye Wuchen hurried forward, carefully hugging her body.

“Mother... Mother...” Si Chen floated to the other side of the flaming dream like a little elf, calling her over and over with her own voice, her little hands gently pulling her clothes. Ye Wuchen smiled and felt the vitality and temperature of her body resuscitation. He looked at her so quietly. For a long time, he had not looked at her so closely, and had not touched her body like this.

A slight fluctuation of the power of the soul came from Shichen, Ye Wuchen was about to lift up, but suddenly felt the slight movement of the body in his arms. He hurriedly moved his eyes back, opposite a pair of eyes just opened.

At that moment, joy, guilt, joy, shyness, love... too many emotions mixed together, he said three words gently: "You are awake”... then, no other words can be said, consciousness, as if to become obscure under the gaze of these eyes.

“Mommy... Mommy... Daddy...” Sichen fell to the ground and looked joyfully at the flaming dream of waking up. Something crystalline was flashing in her orbit. On her smile, she was quickly drawn a trace together by the dot of water.

This is the first time the Flaming Dream heard my daughter's call, all the languages are so pale at this moment, all she can pronounce is tears... once thought she was dead Ye Wuchen, once thought she was dead herself, once thought she would never see her daughter again... Today, she gathers like a dream, she wakes up, wakes up, and sees the man she loves, and also the daughter for him.

Although her vitality has been fully restored, the four-year ice seal prevents her from regaining free control of her body within a short period of time. She is unable to hold them tight and can only concentrate all her strength on her hands, grabbing him with one hand, grasping her daughter with one hand, being closely connected to them and not being separated.

Instead of waking her up with strength, Shichen passed her memories on to her mother before she woke up… telling her everything she knew over the years, including how she met her father and daughter, and what Ye Wuchen had done over the years. She was her mother, mother and daughter, and there was nothing to hide between the families. In all these years, although they were not with each other, Shichen passed on her memories, letting her watch herself grow over the years, letting her see what a peak her man had reached.

“No Chen… Sichen…” Flaming dreams call out the names of the two most important people of my life, each word is condensed by tears. This is a dream… what a beautiful dream, a dream that will never wake up.

When Xuefei's face appeared in front of the ice room door, she stood there looking at the family she was holding together, and the smiling face quietly traversed a crystalline trace. She left softly, all depressed in her heart, all worried, all hooked up at this moment disappeared without a trace. He came back, Sichen came back... even she finally woke up, maybe there will be no better ending than this. From the heartbreak of Ye Wuchen's letter a few days ago to the joy of this moment, it could have been accomplished in such a short time from hell to heaven. She looked at the sky of White Mongolia, smiling like a snow fairy, trying to figure out how her body could “punish” him...

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