Ye Wuchen smiled imperceptibly, put down the little girl in his arms, held up the Xingxing Sword, a gray fruit appeared in the other hand, he slowly approached the Lihunguo to the Xingxingjian, and said with his thoughts: "Nan'er, restrain yourself, don't think about anything..."
Back then, the Northern Emperor had worked so hard to find the Soul-Living Fruit, just to save her from the sword. And this moment was the moment that the Southern Emperor and the Northern Emperor longed to see until their death. However, no matter whether Nan'er forgives them or not, they may already feel ashamed to see their daughter again. Their struggle triggered a series of disasters, and Nan'er also became one of the victims of this disaster at the same time. And the end of the disaster is Ye Wuchen.
If there is a god in a space, then one day there will be a demon. The opposite of good is evil, because there is no pure good, and the separated evil will sooner or later become a demon. Although the great demon king is dead, the next demon will be born one day. However, if Ye Wuchen still existed at that time, the formation of demons would no longer be a disaster. And if there are less evil thoughts and fewer fights among people, the generation of demons will become more and more difficult, and even if they are generated, they will be weak.
When the Lihun Fruit touched the Xingxing Sword, a mass of black light spread from the Lihun Fruit, covering the entire Xingxing Sword. After a short pause, Ye Wuchen retracted his hand and placed the Lihun Fruit on the small over the girl's chest.
An imperceptible colorless light was released from the Soul-Living Fruit and merged into the little girl's body, and the Soul-Living Fruit was shrinking at an obvious speed during the release process, from the original size of a thumb to the size of a fingernail. Then it became the size of a pebble... Finally, it dissipated there directly.
And this body belonging to Nan'er finally reacted slightly, the thin translucent eyelashes trembled slightly on the eyes that had been closed all the time.
"Woo..."
A trace of tender and lazy voice escaped slightly from the corner of Nan'er's mouth, her eyelashes were trembling slightly, struggling to open her eyes, a few fingers as delicate as snow also curled up slightly, moving her body soft sandy beach. Finally, after repeated efforts, her eyes slowly opened... The opening of her eyes also indicated that at least half of her consciousness had been recovered.
Eyes that hadn't touched the light for many years suddenly came into contact with them, and they closed immediately as if being stabbed, with a panicked "ah" sound in her mouth, she raised a small hand to cover her eyes, and sat up cautiously with her upper body , and then opened his eyes more carefully.
Letting go of the hand covering her forehead, Nan'er's bright diamond-like eyes looked at the master beside her and the world around her in the excitement of twinkling stars. Her small nose moved slightly, breathing the incomparably fresh sea breeze. In the sword, she can only use the power of the Zhanxing Sword to understand the world, observe people with spiritual sense, and feel the taste... That is a completely different feeling from seeing and feeling with the real body now. She completely forgot that her body was that of a four or five-year-old girl, and she was lost in this dreamlike reality.
"Ahh..." Her body that was about to stand up suddenly fell down, and Ye Wuchen held onto her with one hand, while Nan'er held onto his arm, blinking her eyes excitedly: "Master, I have a body now... I really have a body."
She has a body, but she doesn't have the slightest power. Although she is a true daughter of God, she doesn't have a trace of God's power at this moment, but is no different from the most ordinary human girl. She didn't care about these things, or she ignored them directly in the incomparable excitement, and her dream came true, all she had was full of joy and joy.
"En." Ye Wuchen responded with a smile. Nan'er's voice is also completely different from the girl's soul voice she conveyed when she was in the sword. The voice at this time is much more immature than when she was in the sword, but it is also pleasant and ethereal. Looking at this little girl whose height is less than his waist, what he thinks in his heart is...
I don't know how many years it will take to grow up...
Calculated, it is about the same age as Sichen...
Sichen...
Thinking of Sichen, a long-standing worry flooded into his mind, and the excitement in his heart because of Nan'er was replaced by a rush of eagerness. He supported Nan'er's small body, and said to her: "Nan'er, your soul and body have been separated for too long, it will take a long time to fully integrate, and you have just merged now, it is best not to use too much consciousness... It means to rest more, understand?"
Nan'er nodded vigorously, then kept smiling at him. The feeling of laughing is really good.
"Then... be obedient, go home with Xiangxiang to rest first, let Xue'er and Tongxin know that they have another little sister. Also tell them that I am fine and don't need to worry at all."
"Ah? But... I am obviously older than them, much older. They are the younger sisters." Nan'er immediately argued dissatisfied.
"But your current appearance, no matter how you look at it, you are smaller than them." Ye Wuchen said helplessly.
"Woo..."
Seeing Xiangxiang take Nan'er away, Ye Wuchen's expression slowly eased, he cupped his hands, looked at the white mirror in his hand, and said softly to it: "Sichen... want to see mother..."
"I want... I want to see my mother, I want to see my mother and father together."
As if a voice from outside came to his ears, Ye Wuchen's whole body trembled slightly, and with the shaking of his eyes, he watched the mirror in his hand transform into a three-year-old girl in the white light...his daughter. She looked up at him with her head up, blinking her eyes lightly, her curved slender eyebrows and her pursed pink lips portrayed the most beautiful smile.
From shock, to ecstasy, to deep throbbing, Ye Wuchen hugged Sichen tightly, and whispered: "...Sichen, I'll wake up my mother, she must miss her daughter very much. "
The space split and switched, and they appeared in a cold room of ice crystals. In front of them was the beautiful figure sleeping in the ice.
Ye Wuchen pressed his hand on the ice, silently looking at Yan Zhimeng in silence. They met four years ago, and they were destined to be entangled for a lifetime because of Concubine Xue's obsession with jade. If they hadn't met, their fates would have been very different... But when she met herself, it was more of her great misfortune. Separated that day, she gave birth to a daughter for herself... Then, she slept in the ice for four years.
Back then in the Northern Emperor Sect, when she knew she was pregnant, what kind of joy and despair would she feel, and what kind of pain when she almost lost the child. And all of these were borne by her alone, while he was in another world at that time.
"Zhi Meng, if there is an afterlife, would you still be willing to meet me?" He murmured softly, not knowing if he was asking her or himself. He closed his eyes and said softly, "Zhimeng, wake up... I've kept you waiting for too long..."
The emerald green light completely filled this not-so-big space in an instant, Ye Wuchen's life force is so powerful at this moment, what he needs to restore Yan Zhimeng's life force is only a moment. When the emerald green light shines, the solid ice that encloses Yan Zhimeng dissipates like mist, and Yan Zhimeng wrapped in emerald green light flutters down from mid-air, Ye Wuchen hurried forward, hugging her carefully. her body.
"Mom...Mom..." Sichen floated to the other side of Yan Zhimeng like an elf, calling her over and over again with his own voice, gently pulling her clothes with his small hands. Ye Wuchen was smiling, feeling the revived vitality and body temperature in her body, just looking at her quietly, it had been a long time, he had never looked at her so closely, never touched her body like this.
A slight fluctuation of soul power came, but it came from Sichen. Ye Wuchen was about to lift up, but suddenly felt a slight movement of the body in his arms. The four eyes are facing each other.
At that moment, joy, guilt, joy, melancholy, longing... too many emotions were mixed together, and he said three words softly: "You woke up..." After that, he couldn't say anything else , Consciousness, seems to become hazy under the blurred gaze of these eyes.
"Mom...Mom...Father..." Sichen fell to the ground, looking happily at Yan Zhimeng who woke up, something glittering and translucent flashed in her eye sockets, her smile was quickly scratched off by water droplets One by one traces.
This is the first time Yan Zhimeng heard her daughter's call, all her words seemed so pale at this moment, all she could express was tears... Ye Wuchen who once thought he was dead, who he thought was dead She, the daughter she thought she would never see again... Now, she gathered together like a dream. She woke up, and when she woke up, she saw the man she loved and the daughter born for him.
Although her vitality has been fully recovered, the four-year freeze prevented her from regaining free control over her body in a short period of time. She couldn't hug them tightly, so she could only gather all her strength in her hands, holding him with one hand and holding him with the other. Looking after her daughter, she is closely connected with them and will never be separated again.
The soul fluctuation just now was not because Sichen used power to wake her up, but before she woke up, she passed her memory to her mother... told her everything she knew these years, including how father and daughter reunited, And everything Ye Wuchen has done these years. She is her mother, there is nothing to hide between mother and daughter, and the whole family. These years, although they have not been together, Sichen let her watch her growth in these years and let her see what kind of peak her man has reached through the transmission of memories.
"Wuchen...Sichen..." Yan Zhimeng called out the names of the two most important people in her life, every word was condensed by tears. It was a... what a beautiful dream, a dream that never wakes up.
Xue Feiyan appeared in front of the door of the ice room at some time, standing there quietly looking at the family hugging each other, there were traces of crystals quietly vertically and horizontally on that smiling face. She left gently, all the knots in her heart, all the worries, all the worries disappeared without a trace at this moment. He is back, Sichen is back... Even she finally woke up, maybe, there will be no more perfect ending than this. From the heartbreak when I received Ye Wuchen's letter a few days ago, to the joy at this moment, it turns out that from hell to heaven can be completed in such a short period of time. She looked at the white sky, smiled charmingly like a snow fairy, and was trying hard to think about how to "punish" him with her body...