Zhi’er opened her tearful eyes wide.
Her watery eyes were filled with startled amazent.
The scene before her dispersed with the wind.
She was back in the woods, her hand tightly held by Feng Fuce.
Zhi’er looked down and saw that the Demon not far ahead had completely turned to ashes.
The little one cried out sadly.
"What if my mother can’t wake up, Sister A Ruo said she’s in a coma, will I lose my mother?"
Feng Fuce reached out and gently covered her shoulder, pushing her into his embrace.
Zhi’er trusted him more.
At this mont, she didn’t push Feng Fuce away but found solace in his arms, sobbing.
Her tears and snot soaked Feng Fuce’s clothes.
He had no ti to care, bowed his head and said deeply: "Don’t cry, the Heavenly Dao is the leader of the gods, even if injured, it won’t fall easily."
Zhi’er sniffled, her small body trembling along.
Feng Fuce wiped away the little one’s tears with his fingertip.
He thought for a mont and finally said, "The Demon Clan must have a conspiracy, if you wish, I can summon the Demon World to cooperate with you."
Zhi’er’s crying stopped.
She raised her rabbit-like red eyes to look at him.
"Will you travel with , Brother Fu Ce?" Zhi’er’s voice was still soft with a sob.
Feng Fuce’s character has always been a bit reserved.
Romantic words, he couldn’t say.
Receiving Zhi’er’s glistening black eyes, he coughed awkwardly.
"I..." Feng Fuce sighed: "Actually, I’ve also thought it through these days, not being friends with you feels a bit strange to ."
Zhi’er silently watched him.
Feng Fuce said: "I have no deep hatred against the Heavenly Dao, if not for her suddenly bringing Heavenly Soldiers to hunt down years ago, the Heavenly Court and Demon World would have remained in peace."
Confused, Zhi’er tilted her head: "But the Heavenly Book says that you were the first to kill indiscriminately, that’s why my mother went to capture you."
"Nonsense!" Feng Fuce’s gaze was cold and dark: "I was clearly forced out of the Demon World, and only began slaughtering mortals after suffering severe injury from the Heavenly Dao."
Zhi’er felt it was strange.
What her mother knew and what Feng Fuce told her were actually different.
Feng Fuce’s sharp eyes deepened: "If it’s soone with ulterior motives framing and inciting, then it makes sense."
"The Demon Clan is so eager to kill you because they don’t want the next Heavenly Dao to ascend; it seems they’ve probably planted soone in the Heavenly Court."
He suddenly tightened his grip on Zhi’er’s hand.
"So, our alliance is especially important, my goals align with yours."
Zhi’er had stopped crying, her big eyes washed by tears looked like sparkling obsidian.
She looked at Feng Fuce for a long ti and suddenly reached out to hug his neck.
"Brother Fu Ce, are we still good friends? You won’t drive away, right?"
For the first ti, Feng Fuce held her tightly in return.
"What I said last ti was against my heart, actually I hope more than anyone that you stay."
In the whistling wind, his words sounded sincere.
"I’m sorry, Zhi’er."
Qingi was worried about Zhi’er, running all the way to catch up.
Chu Ping feared Qingi would encounter trouble, panting and running behind her.
As a result, the two saw this scene.
Qingi hadn’t spoken yet, but Chu Ping pulled her away.
"Xiao i, they’ve reconciled, let’s not disturb them. Ah, finally our suffering has ended, sparing us from constant scolding, the Xiuluo Guard welcos a new dawn!"
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