Xie Yu didn't notice anything wrong, after all, Yunhe was usually cold, only when he was in bed would he be a little different.
He stretched out his arms to hug Yunhe, and said in a small and soft voice, "Yeah."
"I hope that the gods will be happy and worry-free, and be healthy."
The man's slender hand fell behind his head, the movement was very light and soft, but the voice was cold, "Okay."
The thunder outside gradually subsided.
Xie Yu also felt relieved.
Yunhe hugged him for a while, then ran to discuss matters again.
He came back very late at night, and when he came back, he felt cold all over his body.
Xie Yu could feel that he was not in a good mood, so he cooperated very well at night, even when he was in pain, he didn't yell.
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The next day, dawn.
Xie Yu passed out in the early morning, and Yunhe was no longer by his side when he woke up in the morning.
He yawned and got up, dressed himself and went out.
"Going out again?" Yunhe and Qingwu stood outside together, not knowing what they were thinking.
Xie Yu yawned, sat on the cloud and laughed, "Yes, I'm going out to catch the cloud for the god~"
Qingwu's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Yunhe cautiously.
Yunhe walked forward without changing his face, bent slightly to straighten Xie Yu's collar, and said in a very soft voice, "I've got a lot of clouds, don't go out, okay?"
There are indeed many clouds in the Temple of Heaven, and there are all kinds of clouds.
But the technique of presenting clouds must be practiced every day.
Xie Yu frowned, looked up at him with some embarrassment, "but those clouds... As I said, if you want to catch the most powerful cloud in the world for the god, you can lead the god to overcome thorns and travel thousands of miles a day, and protect the god." The uninjured cloud, can Shenjun still remember?"
Yunhe's eyes were on the same level as his, his dark eyes flickered slightly, his voice trembled, but it was not obvious, "Well, I remember that you always had a dark cloud around you a while ago, it seemed very powerful, there is no more cloud in the sky than it Great."
Xie Yu's eyes flickered, then he smiled and stretched out his hand to hook Yunhe's neck, raised his head and kissed his chin, and whispered, "Accidentally let him go, I'll go and catch him, okay?"
Xie Yu's coquettish words are like the blade of a knife, each knife seems to weigh a thousand catties.
Yunhe straightened up slowly, managed to stabilize his figure, and said in a low voice, "Yeah."
Xie Yu went out happily.
He stood still and looked at Xie Yu's back, took two steps back uncontrollably, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Shenjun! How are you, Shenjun?" Qingwu immediately stepped forward to support him, "What to do, what to do, do you want to avoid it for a while today? Everyone else can take down Sheng Yuan, so why do you have to do it yourself? Even if he, Sheng Yuan, is very powerful, how can he be defeated by one enemy?"
Yunhe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and a reddish red flame appeared in his hand. His eyes were red, and he looked at the direction where Xie Yu disappeared and said, "I want to kill him with my own hands."
Qing Wu's eyes trembled, and he...killed Sheng Yuan with his own hands
They also heard yesterday that Sheng Yuan and Ah Yu are very close, and the best cloud is given to him.
If Shenjun really killed Sheng Yuan with his own hands, Ah Yu might really hate him.
Why should he kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred
"Shenjun, you... why don't you avoid it, there are so many people in the Nineteenth Heaven, why...why do you torture yourself like this."