"You want to see me?" His lips didn't move, but she could hear him.

Although it is strange, it is very clear.

His voice was very soft and clear, but there was no emotional component to it, which made people feel strange that the words were unmannerable, and it seemed that they were not spoken by one person.

This kind of words is completely different from the words in Song Yuhua's heart, which are not pronunciations but emotions.

This question seems to be an echo in the void, including the color of emotion.

"Yes..." Song Yuhua said carefully: "I didn't expect you... but can you speak with your mouth? I'm not used to it... Of course, if you don't want to... do you always look like this? Although it looks very majestic,... you can become a little ordinary. I mean you can... Of course, if you don't want to..."

"So did you scare you?" He waved his hand lightly. All the Rainbow Ring Gem Crystal Jade Dragon, the Demon Moon and Chi Yang under his feet all disappeared, but the silver eyes on his eyebrows were still there.

When Song Yuhua waved his hand slowly, he saw that his eyes had silver eyes and were very strange.

She originally thought that seeing a person with so many eyes would scare the three souls and seven souls, but on the contrary, she didn't feel very scared, but it was a little strange. These eyes looked very similar to real eyes, but they didn't feel very scary. On the contrary, it seemed to make people look very harmonious. It was very suitable for this image of "the son of death of the swift wind man" that made people feel very reasonable at first glance.

"I heard that you were trapped in the Temple of the God of War some time ago?" Song Yuhua asked carefully again.

"Yes!" he nodded and said, "It will almost take seventy years to come back! The Temple of War is lifted and lowered once in seventy years. This time, it destroyed the mechanism because of the enemy's destruction. It did trap me for a while in advance.

"Aren't you a god? You should be able to fly..." Song Yuhua tried hard to find some flaws to ask clearly.

"There are many restrictions on the Temple of War God that can fly but cannot get out." He explained lightly.

"Ah... I'm so rude, please come in!" Song Yuhua remembered to invite this "Screaming Son of Death against the Wind" to sit in. But he didn't seem to care much about her, and she was so rude that she was so rude that she smiled faintly and didn't give in. She went in first.

Song Yuhua looked at his back from behind and felt that there were no exaggerated things, as if he looked very much like the person in his heart.

When Song Yuhua presented him with tea, he had already read the "Downhill of the Gods" records she copied. He nodded from time to time and seemed to be satisfied with her copying.

"Can you see words with your eyes blindfolded?" Song Yuhua asked embarrassedly to ask him to untie the long blindfolded band and knocked indirectly.

"Yes." His answer was concise and without explanation.

"Under what circumstances will you open your eyes?" Song Yuhua asked softly again.

"I open my eyes and make people very scared, so I don't open them normally." He nodded and said casually and whispered her.

"It is said that you can do everything like this?" Song Yuhua thought for a long time and then plucked up the courage to ask, "For example, do you know how to draw?" Song Yuhua thought that if he said he could draw, he would have to draw a picture no matter how rude he was. Only when he believed her, he could tell whether it was him more easily.

"Yes." His answer made her happy. But he stretched out his hand without drawing.

In the palm of his hand, an orchid grew rapidly. Finally, there were a few small buds. The last largest bud slowly bloomed in front of Song Yuhua. The beauty of the coolness made Song Yuhua almost breathless.

In the end, the orchid disappeared, and the petals danced lightly and flew for a long time.

"I can draw anything with my hands and you can see whatever you want." His words disappointed Song Yuhua because although he is so beautiful, he cannot see the feeling of drawing with his hand holding a stroke. What she wants to see most is not his ability. His magical and omnipotent have been recorded in history books, but what she wants to see is not those but the way he holds a stroke and draws.

"I heard that you have changed so much?" Song Yuhua thought for a while and mustered up the courage to ask, "Can anyone change?"

"You can't have girls, I can't be like a girl." He still said indifferently that she almost fell down.

What she wanted to know was whether she could become the person in her mind. If he could change, that would mean...

Although she really wanted him to become the kind of person she thought immediately, she was afraid that she would be too rude and Song Yuhua hesitated and gave up this tempting idea. Song Yuhua went to see him drink tea to see if he looked like that person when he was drinking tea, but unfortunately she was disappointed again.

"Do you know everything in the world?" Song Yuhua asked again.

"I know, but I don't care about those things." His answer made Song Yuhua's idea of ​​making a mistake. She originally wanted to ask about people and things in the world, but if he didn't care about these things, her plan would have failed.

"Are all the girls who have entered the Heavenly Palace unable to think about the past? My family members are not visible?" Song Yuhua asked cautiously.

"Who do you want to meet?" he asked.

"I miss my sister very much. I want to meet my sister Song Yuzhi, okay?" Song Yuhua asked happily as soon as she heard this.

"Yes." His answer made her cheer, but she suddenly saw him turning into a golden knife.

"Don't kill her and let her live in the world, don't kill her!" Song Yuhua's tears also became anxious. She thought he was going to kill his sister Song Yuzhi and then take her to the Heavenly Palace. She was so scared that she almost fainted after a moment of fear, but she tried her best to support her. She shouted with tears: "I don't want to see her, I don't want to think about the world anymore. Don't hurt her. Please! Let her live well!"

"Why?" he asked, "Will she not have a good life when she came to the Heavenly Palace?"

"She has a man she likes. She has a fiancé who likes her, please don't kill her. Let her live happily with her beloved, please..." Song Yuhua said with tears in his face.

"Who said I want to kill her?" He asked faintly and said with a hint of laughter: "I just want to use a knife to change her appearance!"

His sword light flashed like a golden rainbow in the nine heavens, and a half-bent golden waterfall poured out. It seemed to be practiced.

A room full of glory was dazzling. After a moment, a golden little girl appeared with a little childish little hand holding something like a honeycomb and running in front of her panic, chasing several golden bees. Before Song Yuhua could scream out, she disappeared without traces. The golden clouds slowly passed by. She waited for the golden moon to rise above the sky and someone stood under the moon.

The golden beauty's back was Gao Tao's long legs, waiting for the golden breeze to blow slightly, and she slowly moved forward in the distance. She walked towards the distance with Song Yuhua's familiar steps as if she was walking step by step on her heart. Song Yuhua's tears couldn't help but roll down again. But she tried hard to break her eyes. She couldn't bear to let this long-legged beauty disappear. She wanted to see that any trace of it.

Since that farewell, she has never seen this long-legged and stubborn little beauty again. At first glance, she saw this long-legged beauty leave. The person she saw was the sister she could only meet in her dreams. Song Yuzhi, who was dependent on each other when she was young.

Not far away, she suddenly turned around and showed her - a naughty and arrogant look waved to this side, as if shouting: Sister, I will definitely save you, you are waiting for you... Song Yuhua rushed towards her but found that her sister disappeared like a light smoke. Her appearance was still in her heart, just like a sentence with confidence and pride still echoed in her heart. Although it disappeared without trace, it still remained in her heart for a long time.

"Can you turn her out? My sister, I want to hug her, I want to kiss her, I want to talk to her..." Song Yuhua burst into tears and she no longer cares whether this is the Heavenly Palace or the Earth. She just wants to hug her sister and cry loudly to tell the pain of separation.

"Sister..." Song Yuhua heard a familiar call and couldn't believe her ears. She saw the living Song Yuzhi rushing out from behind him and rushed towards him.

Before she could even surprise her, she had already embraced her.

My sister is her sister, the stubborn and kind sister, and the sister who is determined to save herself from the sea of ​​suffering. This feeling is absolutely not wrong. She is her own sister. She is not a shadow that disappears when touched, but a living person, but her cute and pitiful sister, the sister she misses and cares about day and night.

"Sister, I said I will save you..." Song Yuhua hugged her sister and listened to her hard-hearted words, and was almost heartbroken.

I don’t know how much hardship I suffered for my sister, and I don’t know how much that made my father angry.

She sacrificed so much for herself... but she could not do anything for her. She could not do anything for her. She could do nothing but hug her tightly and cry loudly...

"Sister, I miss you so much..." The sister in her arms burst into tears and shed tears on her body and burned her heart.
Chapter completed!