Vol 8 Chapter 480: Final calm (on)

"No, it's right! It's like this... Come and see me write... This is what it looks like, then the right..." Ningxue wrote on the paper with a pen, and the strokes were so serious. He took the same pen with his heart and looked at the shaped word under the snow pen, and even the ink on the pen was not on his clothes.
"Well! Well, this is the word 'Yao', the last word of the sister's name." Ningxue closed the pen and said excitedly. The words she wrote were innocent, and it was like carving. It is hard to imagine that this is a ten-year-old girl.
And the heart is...
The eyes of the heart looked at the "Yao" word and looked at it for a long time. I suddenly felt that my eyes were spent. The pen was suspended for a long time, and it was not dropped. For her, writing a word is much more difficult than killing a hundred people.
"Oh... forget it, we still have to learn mathematics." Three days, I taught the five words of heart, and after a day I was forgotten that four of Ningxue finally gave up and took out that Ye Wuchen taught her arithmetic. The booklet was compiled and then turned page by page, and it has been turned over... fifth page.
In the past year, I have only learned the first four pages of things.
"Oh... my sister is listening to it. This is what I just did yesterday. I can figure it out at once... I will make a big stone into three small stones and then make each small stone into three pieces. Smaller stones, in the end, how many small stones will there be?"
Heart: "!¥..."
"This is just calculated yesterday. My sister-in-law also answered correctly yesterday... It is certainly possible today." Ning Xue smiled and encouraged.
The heart stretched out three delicate fingers, rooted like jade. Her skin is very white, but her white is a kind of white different from condensed snow. It is a kind of white and white crystal clear, and the snow is white like snow... Yan, that is the milky white milk. She dialed her finger and extended three fingers of her left hand. Then... she was stupid, and then her eyes were confused. Finally, she finally looked at Ningxue with pity, which was a kind of expression.
"Oh...we still go to see my sister to play. It’s going to be dark, my brother is coming back soon." Ningxue’s patience was finally wiped out, and she said with sorrow, fortunately, she has long been used to it. The heart is still worried. At first, in order to protect Ye Wuchen from being harmed by the sky, she exhausted the last force in the body and exhausted the power. Her power could not be restored, but the strangeness. Yes, after she woke up, her strength began to recover, and it recovered more and more quickly. A month ago, she recovered to the strength of her past, which is called "the punishment of heaven." The power of the woman is so powerful that Ye Wuchen is surprised again and again. However, at this time, Ye Wuchen apparently has no one to provoke, and does not need her protection. Every day she is with Ningxue. Ningxue teaches her to write and count again and again, and she is very serious about studying, but she seems to be born with this kind of knowledge. The same knowledge she used to learn is the snow. More than three times, and it is easy to forget, so so far, she will write less than two hundred words, and Ningxue can occasionally write poems on her own, and draw pictures for her brother.
At this time, Xiaomo will go far away. Although her heart is only a teenager, but her memory and knowledge are not lost at all. Seeing that they are writing and counting there, she can only be bored, but she is not Their teacher's interest. Compared with the carefree care of Ningxue and Xingxin, there are undoubtedly a lot more things she thinks and cares about. What Ye Wuchen is thinking about, she knows the most clearly.
Moreover, she found that Ye Wuchen’s recent mood is obviously different, and it should be what he feels.
What can make him react like this is not the people or things on this continent, it can only be...
"Nobody wants to hurt him." He looked at the sky and looked at the sky outside, and he shook his fists and whispered in a very low and low voice. In the eyes of the water, he flashed a moment. The light.
Ye Wuchen appeared in the room of Hua Shui, and looked at the flowers of a dress and looked up. He greeted him with joy. Ye Wuchen’s sudden appearance, she is used to it, she will not take the initiative to ask why, and will not ask where he went, what to do, when to come back, only to meet the heart of happiness, at home Peace of mind to be his wife. She has been married to Ye Wuchen for more than half a year. She is still as delicate and shy as a young girl. The biggest change is that she has a young woman's charm under the nourishment of the night and night, and her eyes are more touching and charming. Start tall and bulging, and bulging the clothes.
"French, the weather is getting colder, this is just new clothes, try to see if it fits." Huashui gently and gently took off his coat, put on the coat he had just made for him, and It’s an autumn. Autumn is the season when Ye Wuchen wakes up from a decade of sleep.
"The clothes made by little soft and soft have never been unfit." Ye Wuchen said with a smile, let her pick up her arms and put it in the new clothes. In this world, only she knows best what color he or she likes to wear, and only the clothes she makes are always fit. Wearing it always brings him warmth and warmth.
Hua Shui soft clothes to help him wear, the button from the top to the bottom of the soft buckle, finishing his clothes, step back, revealing a very beautiful and soft smile: "Well, it fits well, no matter what clothes do you wear? It’s all so beautiful... This dress is getting dirty, I will wash it later, will you wear this one first?

"Good." Ye Wuchen stepped forward and took her silky face.
Huashui soft squats slightly sag, Jiao Yan secretly smeared a layer of red glow, the sound is weak and weak, "The husband, I am a little inconvenient today, may not be able tonight... can't serve... go tonight Looking for a phoenix sister?"
Ye Wuchen was undecided, but the moving shame caused his heart to be tender and moved, bowed his head and kissed her lips deeply, and left his room.
Opening the door and coming out, a slightly cold wind rushed in, and Ye Wuchen took a fresh breath and sighed: "Fourteen years."
It has been fourteen years since he came to Tianchen mainland.
Among them, ten years are sleeping, two years are in a coma, and there are memories, but only two years.
In fourteen years, life can be a fewteen years. The "home" in his memory is already a vicissitude, and things are human. If he finds his past, how to go back, how to face it.
After the hardships of the windy country were calmed down, Tianlongguo also began the process of conquering the wind. In the past six months, the huge maps of the Dafeng Kingdom have gradually been incorporated into the Tianlong Kingdom. Those who refused to surrender have been forced to break the city by means of iron and blood. The action is not soft, and the of evil spirits is added. The general existence and the elimination of the blessings of the windy disaster, there are few people who can't think of it. Even if the city is determined not to fall, the city will first be stunned and dissatisfied by the city people. Therefore, the process of conquering the windy country does not take much time and effort. Nowadays, the entire windy country has all belonged to the Tianlong country. In the face of the Tianlong country, which has expanded several times in size, Kwai Shuiguo and Shuguo have become well-deserved small countries.
However, they are not worried that they will be annexed by the Tianlong Kingdom, but they will have more peace of mind than before.
After the accident six months ago, the cold cliff disappeared completely, disappeared without a trace, and with the power of Ye Wuchen, the evil sects of the world, the Northern Emperor Sect, and the Southern Emperor Sect, he could not find him. The clues, as if he suddenly disappeared completely from the world. However, the news of Chu Jingtian always came once in a while. He did not go back to the north to find Chu, perhaps because he broke the sword and met with it. He traveled daily to the Tianchen continent, and while searching for the trail of the cold cliff, he walked all the way, but... ... Although he always has a broken sword, he never used a sword again. He played against the people and played against the beast. He always picked up things that he could borrow from during the battle, sometimes for the dead branches, sometimes for A brush, sometimes a scroll, sometimes a stone... If there is nothing he can borrow, he will use it freely, and it will still be a sword god. At that time, he will use the finger as a sword and the hand as a sword. For the sword.
Gradually, there is nothing that can't be used as a sword.
And he walked the world. For half a year, there has never been a battle of defeat, and he has never been with anyone. Perhaps he has already begun to like the feeling of being alone.
In the past six months, the biggest change was Xiao Zi, Ye Wuchen was watching it from a five-level World of Warcraft at the time of birth to the current level of Warcraft... Five levels to God level, only used In the past six months, such a strength growth rate, I am afraid that I can no longer find a second. Dragon crystal is not a thing that even the gods are coveted. The half-year-old little purple body has not soared like its power, but it has only faintly increased a circle that is almost undetectable. And it has never been shot once and so far, every day has become a partner of snow and heart and ... toys. However, this self-respecting little Amethyst 孽 dragon is comfortable every day, no dissatisfaction, whoever meets, no matter what enthusiasm is born, there will be no hostility.
He didn't go back to his room right away, but his body twisted, fluttering high above the sky, tilting and panning in the air, falling into another small courtyard, which did not make any sound, and was not noticed by anyone.
His sense of spirit swept away, then looked up and walked forward to push the door that was opened for him.
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