If he speeds up, Bing Wuji will definitely be able to reach Tianchen within five days...
But thinking of the indifferent man who had only met once, Huo Yun's heart suddenly flashed, and a picture flashed in his mind. He saw the indifferent man in plain clothes raised his eyes coolly, glanced at himself, and then lowered his gaze, "
What does it have to do with me?"
Huo Yun twitched the corner of his mouth...
Yan Yue cannot die!
We can't just die like this!
He immediately frowned. If Yan Yue wakes up, then the hostility between Yan Yue and Yu Wuchen is certain, and she is caught in the middle, in a dilemma.
But if the problem is not solved, it will snowball and get bigger and bigger, and then it will be impossible to deal with.
On the Immortal Island, it’s time to resolve these bad things about Yu Wuchen.
"Chu Xiumo, I'm going to write a letter. You ask Qingtian to rush to Jin Kingdom as fast as possible. You must hand it over to Bing Wuji with your own hands. You must rush back within five days."
Huo Yun had a plan in mind, so he said loudly
Chu Xiumo raised his head, "Are you familiar with Bing Wuji? Will he come?"
Huo Yun bit his lower lip and nodded, "He will come...!"
…
…
Set off today, without delay at all, Qing Tian went on the road, taking Huo Yun with him to write a letter to Bing Wuji
During this period, Huo Yun visited Ye several times and Yan Yue several times. She felt countless fatigue enveloped her. Her lover was in a coma, her brother was in a coma, but she was helpless and couldn't do anything. This feeling of powerlessness
Make Huo Yun tired, even disgusted
Night, aren't you awake yet?
If you don't wake up, I won't be able to hold on...
Huoyun looked up at the sky. It seemed that the goddess of luck had never favored her and him. They had stumbled all the way and finally got to where they are today. But why were there still countless hardships ahead?
It seems like I can't see the light, I don't know when I will reach the end
Huo Yun thought carefully about all the running around in the past few months.
From Ye's death, to when they went to the Immortal Island, to when Ye became a demon, and after the demon died, and then Ye lost a soul, finally found Chu Jingmo, and Chu Jingmo disappeared again...
Suffering is always there
If this is a test, is it time to end?
Chu Jingmo will definitely come back this time, because Huo Yun has confidence in Yan Ge, Xiao Feng and Wu Shuang. These three people together are already an extremely powerful combination. If the three of them can't do this, then no one will
This can be done now
But Chu Jingmo is bringing him back, and Yu Wuchen is gone again...
Waking up in the night is still far away, Huo Yun's hands are buried in the palms, and for the first time, this determined woman shows deep fatigue.
…
Five days just passed by in a blink of an eye. This was already the last day. If Yan Yue could not come back in time, Yan Yue would not be saved. Huo Yun clenched her fists and there was no panic in her eyes. She knew that Bing Wuji would definitely come back...
The sunset is red, shining on the dry branches, a bit ferocious
"Coming, coming... they're back!"
Chu Xiumo's cry spread throughout the yard, Huo Yun stood up with a swish, and he finally came!
In the last two days, Chu Xiumo has been lying on the city wall. She looked eagerly like a little daughter-in-law waiting for her husband to return. Her anxious look...
…
"Feng Yunjin, they are really here. I saw the carriage! I saw Bing Wuji peeking his head out!"
Chu Xiumo gasped and wiped the sweat from his forehead and said
He gave a thumbs up to Huo Yun. He couldn't remember how he sometimes knew Wuying Qianxun was Bing Wuji and Bing Yange, but knowing how powerful they were was enough. All the hope in his heart was on this person.
Not long after Chu Xiumo communicated, Qingtian introduced Yu Wuchen to the other courtyard.
…
Dressed in green clothes, thin and solemn, his face has no expression, no fatigue from the long journey, just like a bend of water that has not been wrinkled by the wind, and in his arms is a sleeping child, carved in pink and jade.
The cute little boy Zhuo met was none other than Bing Chenxi whom he had met before.
"You came!"
A person like Bing Wuji will not speak to you first. Qingtian's steps are in a hurry, and his footsteps are not slow either. He doesn't say a single unnecessary word, and he rushes towards the fire cloud.
"Where are the people?"
Bing Wuji speaks out
There were no ups and downs, and there was no eager expression on his face. He looked at Huo Yun calmly, as if they were close friends who had known each other for many years. There was no need for unnecessary words at this time, as long as they had a tacit understanding.
Chu Xiumo and Qingtian were standing nearby knowingly. Bing Wuji didn't exude any sharp feeling. He gave people the feeling that if others don't mess with him, he will never mess with others, and it seems that
He looked like he was not interested in anything. From following Qingtian until he was in front of Huo Yun, his eyes didn't even look anywhere else. A normal person's eyes would subconsciously look around. This strange environment, but
Bing Wuji doesn't have that, he is calm and calm, but he gives people a very strong aura, a kind of natural aristocratic cultivation.
Although he was holding a sleeping child in his arms, it did not take away any of his glory.
It's obviously not that outstanding appearance. Compared with Bing Yange, it's not even on the same level... That's not right. There's no comparison between them...
"The person is inside, please save him, please...!"
Huo Yun whispered, his voice was very low, as if he was afraid of waking up the child in his arms, and Huo Yun also used the word "please", which was already completely polite.
"good!"
Bing Wuji nodded, one word
At this moment, the child in his arms suddenly rubbed his eyes, then moved his eyelashes, and suddenly opened his eyes and woke up!
He looked around blankly, then lay quietly on Bing Wuji's shoulder, neither crying nor fussing, nor saying a word.
Huo Yun looked at the back of Bing Chenxi's head and thought of Bing Yange's words, which left a shadow in the child's heart. He didn't cry, make trouble or laugh, and never said a word...
There was a flash of distress in my heart, but it was just a five-year-old child