Zhutian Xianwu Editor

After inviting the ninth floor of Yueming Yugong, he found Ji Wushang for another fight, but there was no accident with Lianxing, but Ji Wushang was still flying.

Facing someone who is stronger and stronger than oneself, and who will never see the distance, no matter how proud he is, sooner or later there will be only numbness and despair.

Gradually, Yao Yue never thought about it again, and went to find Jiang Feng Yixue shame.She became more and more like a person, no longer just cold, exquisite and noble jade.

If Jiang Feng had half the strength of Ji Wushang in his original destiny, regardless of his character, it might be another ending.

Time can dilute some things.

Infants are indeed a headache sometimes, but because of their innocence and purity, they are the easiest to break through the psychological defenses of others.

Regardless of being persecuted, Xihe was born to Yueyue after all. When Yueyue became a person from a god, or a demon, it was also the time when motherhood returned.

The one who felt most gratified should be Lian Xing. Although Yingyue was still lukewarm towards Xihe, she was willing to accept it and no longer reveal the killing intent.

Unfortunately, Lian Xing didn't feel happy for long, so Ji Wushang took Xihe away.

He had stayed in Yihua Palace before, just because Ji Wushang didn't want to take a young baby. He had never done such a thing in his two lifetimes, so naturally he could only bother Xingxing.

If you don't know the truth, you have to say a scumbag.

Move flowers outside the palace.

"You don't need to think about it again. With your current martial arts, you can enter the Zhenwu Temple, almost waiting for the same person, above the ten thousand people." Ji Wushang invited Lian Xing again.

Lian Xing hugged Xihe who was arching her body indiscriminately, squeezed her pink face affectionately, and turned her head when she heard the words: "Yihua Palace is pretty good, I don't want to leave."

Lian Xing didn't have much interest when he ran to Zhenwu Hall as Ji Wushang's men.

Ji Wushang didn't care, and reached out to take Xihe: "There will be a period later."

Xihe said with a vague milky voice: "Shihu, where are you going?"

Lian Xing was reluctant to give up, but said nothing, turned and disappeared.

Ji Wushang glanced, shook his head lightly, not interested in insisting.

He looked down and saw his big watery eyes, looked up at his little things, and smiled: "Little guy, I am not like your aunt."

Although Xi He was much smarter than her peers, when she heard Ji Wushang's words, her limited ability to understand made her stare at her innocent and blank eyes, blinked a few times, and then laughed cheerfully. .

She would not have thought that the carefree days in Yihua Palace had already bid farewell.

A few days later, on the deserted road.

Ji Wushang wears a plain white robe, wears a hat, and a black gauze covers his face. He is rarely low-key. He carries his rucksack and walks by himself.

Shortly behind him, a small figure writhed and slowly followed.

The original exquisite clothes were now covered with mud in their original colors, and the little porcelain face was wet, sweat mixed with dust.

Watery eyes could not tell the grievance.

puff!

The little thing suddenly fell down, perhaps because she had already experienced the fall, she instinctively covered her face with her hands to prevent being scratched by the gravel.

It's just that the hands and hands, whether it's palms or arms, have long been scratched. At this time, a few red marks were added again, which made her nose sore.

"Suddenly I can't walk"

Ji Wushang turned his head and said gently, "If you can't walk, stop."

After speaking, he continued walking on his own without any intention of stopping.

The little thing was wronged immediately, tears rolled in her eyes, she puffed up her face, got up in a panic, and walked again with her two short legs slantingly.

She chased the figure further and further away: "Wet and wet, wait for me"

The crystal liquid fell from the eye sockets, which made people feel sorry and sad.

"Don't leave me wet"

An hour later.

Ji Wushang calmly looked at the little thing lying in the middle of the road slumbering asleep, all over his body as if he was fished out of the mud, dirty and dark.

The little face was tightly wrinkled, showing fatigue and anxiety.

The next day, in the inn, a small figure flew on Ji Wushang.

The little thing tugged at Ji Wushang's clothes, crying with tears: "Wet, don't leave Xihe, I will listen to you"

Ji Wushang lifted her from her body, put her on the ground, poked her forehead with her finger, and whispered, "Go eat first, and continue on the road today."

When the little thing heard the words, his face suddenly bulged, his watery eyes pleading.

Ji ignored her, her eyes fell on her smooth and pink chubby hands, and the shallow scars left by her on the way yesterday have disappeared.

This phenomenon has been repeated in the past few days.

Looking at the little things that had eaten three bowls of millet porridge and didn't plan to stop, Ji Wushang's eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

In the past few days, he has been measuring the physical strength, endurance, resilience and other physical qualities of small things, and now he has a general understanding.

Generally speaking, although the age is too young, the limits of physical fitness are similar to those of seven or eight-year-old children born in a rich family.

What surprised him even more was the outrageous resilience.

Ji Wushang felt that the potential of small things should be well developed.

While holding the big bowl, licking the bottom of the bowl, the delicious little thing suddenly trembled, shrinking his neck as if afraid of the cold, and those innocent eyes blinked suspiciously.

Ji Wushang was not in a hurry. He did not drive a horse or a carriage along the way, leaning on one leg, as if walking aimlessly.

Behind her, you can always see a small figure stubbornly following.

No matter how clean the clothes were before departure, they were dark and dirty soon afterwards, and the porcelain doll became a mud monkey, like a little beggar.

However, perhaps you know that Ji Wushang will never stop and wait for her, and it is even more impossible to turn around and walk with her when she is too tired to walk.

Although she fell again and again, she would hum and stubbornly get up on her own, lest she could not keep up with the back and be abandoned by him.

She would no longer beg Ji Wushang to stop and wait for her, she would only close her small mouth tightly, her face bulging, and persist in silence and stubbornness.

She became stronger and stronger.

And even if Ji Wushang walked far away, he didn't really ignore him.