They don't want to taste that idea.

Wisdom bites the teeth: “Demon, your situation can't be dragged any longer, let's alliance with the Underworld again. In addition to robbing Han Chu Jiu and Qian Kun Mirror this time, you may as well... cough... let's grab the little boy directly too! ”

“My men have heard rumors that the young man may not be the son of the emperor of the extreme kingdom. Everyone in that polar area is cold, has no human flavor, and I don't know if the little boy will be bullied there. This time, we will definitely eat and deliciously feed the boy, and we will never let him suffer! ”

Shecky leaped to try, excited: “I'll take care of the boy then. I've always wanted to have a cute kid like him. ”

Kingslaughtered the heavens.

A tiny, sophisticated face appears in my head.

The thought of someone bullying that little doll in the polar realm caused an unspeakable death in the mind of the monarch.

“Take them to the front palace," he said coldly. ”

The Demon Guard bowed down quickly and retreated quickly.

Watching the shadow of a few people leaving, he couldn't help but turn to the north, where the pole was located, sighing softly.

Now he doesn't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to blend the Lord with the Three Spirits?

= = =

Floating Island, Kimchi City.

“Mother!”

Mu opened his eyes violently and sat up from the bed.

She had a very long dream.

Dreaming of many messy scenes.

There's sweet, there's sad.

The final scene was characterized by a splashy mist of blood and a gentle smile from Ningyeon's heart.

The body trembled coldly.

There's always a picture in the brain like a walking lantern.

But she didn't want to think back.

It's like an ostrich, burying deep memories in your head.

She can pretend that Ning Yeon Heart is still alive.

“Face, don't do this. ”

Cold bodies are embraced in warm, familiar embraces.

Mu 'an's buzzing ear heard a painful noise coming from him, "I'm heartbroken if you do this. ”

Hold her hands tight.

It's like trying to pass her temperature.

“Yan, you still have me, and Bao. We'll always be with you. ”

Mu Yan shook his hand for a while before suddenly reaching out and hugging Di Zheng back tightly.

Tears unwittingly snapped out of her orbit, soaking in the clay of the emperor.

Half a dozen years later, Emperor Zheng heard the girl crying in a low voice: “Emperor Zheng, I will never have a mother again... I just found her, but lost her again forever...”

“I'm really scared... I'm afraid I'll end up with nothing, I haven't met you, I haven't had a baby... I'm afraid that everything at this moment is just a mirror and water moon dream...”

With his slender hands in his arms, he held the emperor so tightly, but never enough.

She was like a drowning man who grabbed a lifesaving straw and couldn't help but let it loose for a moment.

“Emperor, tell me you won't leave me! Won't leave me for any reason...”

The Emperor has never seen such a face.

He also seemed strange.

What does Muang mean when he says, "I'm afraid I'll be like I was in a previous life”?

But at this moment, he can no longer think, and endless heartache and pity have drowned all his reason and thought.