The girl finally burst into tears and held one of Ye Wuque's hands tightly.

Ye Wuque gently rubbed Zhan Wenting's little head, smiled softly and said, "Of course I will remember."

"And I believe that Ting'er in the future will be infinitely brilliant and brilliant!"

Listening to Ye Wuque's expectations, Zhan Wenting nodded desperately.

Mrs. Zhan also burst into tears.

The two old guys, Tianxi Emperor and Shen Tucang, could not help but blush.

"Brothers, if you can, please take more care of Ting'er."

The two old guys nodded immediately!

"Brother Ye, don't worry!"

In my ears, the music of the band still rings, echoing between heaven and earth.

Ye Wuque looked at everyone again and nodded with a smile.

Then he said nothing more, climbed to the sky in one step, wore his martial robe and hunted, and headed towards the nine heavens again.

At this time, it seems that the war famine is just in time for spring to bloom.

Even in the early morning, the breeze is still blowing, gentle and elegant.

In the music, there is also a sense of separation, a blessing, and a sense of reluctance at this moment.

Emperor Tianxi and Shen Tucang could not take their eyes away.

"The spring breeze will send you thousands of miles..."
Chapter completed!