Thunder flashes roared in the sky, and the purple electric dragon with claws and claws rushed to the top of the little girl's head.
The seemingly fearless little girl trembled uncontrollably.
"Heavenly and earthly, Yue'er is not a bad person, so don't kill me. Hey, father, mother, godmother, godfather, you must protect Yue'er."
After all, she was still a little girl, she said she was not afraid that it would be fake.
At this time, the seven-year-old Ye Lingyue was also terrified in her heart.
But when she thought that Zizi would die if she was hit by a thunderbolt, she felt a burst of courage in her heart.
She opened her arms suddenly.
Just as thunder flashed, a ray of light suddenly radiated from the little girl's body.
That light is like a huge gossip.
The light rushed into the sky all of a sudden, and collided with the astonishingly powerful purple electric dragon.
The day and night were like day, and two incredible forces collided together, just like sparks hitting the earth, the power was astonishing.
The light spread like a tide.
All around, the trees and rocks were all reduced to ashes under the impact of the two forces.
The little girl's body was also overturned heavily by the two forces.
Those two forces were so powerful that the little girl fainted for a while.
Her thin body flew so high that she was about to fall to the ground.
She is so small and so weak, if she falls from such a distance, she will definitely be decapitated.
Ye Lingyue's heart seemed to be pinched by a hand.
Unconsciously, she took a few steps forward and stretched out her hand, wanting to catch the autumn leaves, she even forgot that everything she did would be in vain.
But at that moment, a pair of hands were folded on Ye Lingyue's.
It was a pair of almost transparent hands, white, without a trace of pores, with slender fingers, which belonged to the hands of a teenager.
Those hands firmly caught the falling little girl.
Ye Lingyue was stunned for a moment, then when she raised her head, she saw a figure.
It was a boy in purple clothes with short silver hair.
The young man was very handsome, he had a pair of melancholy purple eyes that were almost passionate, and his face was sculpted by magic.
On his jade-like forehead, there is a golden mark.
He looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"You are?"
Ye Lingyue took a deep breath and looked at the young man in a daze.
Although the face in front of her was still immature, Ye Lingyue recognized the boy with just one glance.
Master Purple!
This young man who was called Zi Zi by the little girl turned out to be Zi Zi, his master when he was young.
Seeing the little girl curled up with wounds all over her body, and a faint trace of blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, the young master Zi frowned into a frown.
He held up the little girl with one hand, and pressed the other hand on his chest.
He could feel his heart throbbing, little by little, like a needle being pricked.
"Bodhi has no heart, why does it hurt?"
The young master Zi reminded him as if he was sighing.
The little girl let out a weak groan (groan). Seeing her painful appearance, the young master Zi's face tightened. He hesitated for a while, and hugged the little girl in his arms.
His movements are rusty, and he rarely seems to be close to people.
Looking at the rain that was getting heavier and heavier, the young master Zi waved his hand, and saw a vine growing around him, blocking the rain.
He didn't know what to do, after thinking about it, he could only hug the little girl.
Her body was getting colder little by little.
He felt his heart hurt more and more.
"Father, mother, the moon is so cold..."
The little girl spoke unconsciously.
The color of the young master's purple eyes became deeper and deeper.
He thought for a while, then bent down.
Like a feather, her lips lightly fell on the little girl's forehead.
When the soft and warm lips touched the little girl's cold and smooth forehead, the bodies of the little girl and the boy Zi trembled slightly.
A strange feeling rushed into the boy's body.
Ye Lingyue saw that something was inserted into the little girl's forehead from the mouth of the young master Zi.
Immediately afterwards, the little girl's already pale face slowly returned to rosy.
The small soft body in his arms became softer and warmer little by little.
The gloomy look in the young master's purple eyes also gradually dissipated.
He parted his lips reluctantly.
Looking at the little person in his arms.
"In the future, Zizi will protect you."
The young man's voice was low and powerful, like an eternal oath.
In the distance, waves of calls came.
The young master Zi hesitated for a moment, then gradually disappeared.
"Moon!"
Seeing their daughter lying on the barren ground, Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming's hearts suddenly rose to their throats.
They came galloping.
Yun Sheng held her daughter in her arms with distress, and looked at her pale face.
"Yue'er is not afraid, mother will take you back right away."
Yun Sheng blamed herself endlessly, secretly calling herself an irresponsible mother.
When she wanted to hug her daughter, she found that her daughter's hand was still tightly holding the branch of the purple leaf bodhi tree.
It was as if what was being hugged was not a tree, but her life, her whole.
Yun Sheng was very distressed, and it took a lot of effort with Ye Beiming to let her daughter let go.
The couple hurried away with the little girl in their arms.
In the sky, the day and night thunder flashes gradually dissipated.
The purple-leaf bodhi tree stood quietly in the wind, until the next day, when the rain was over and the sky cleared, a brilliant rainbow hung in the sky.
Since that day, the little girl has not appeared for several days.
Ye Lingyue knew that it was because the little girl was grounded by the angry Yun Sheng couple after recovering from her serious injury.
This ban has passed for a full three months.
Although the purple leaf bodhi tree escaped the catastrophe, it also suffered heavy damage. The tree showed a tendency to wither, and withered little by little.
When Yun Sheng and his wife finally calmed down, the little girl sneaked out while her parents were busy with government affairs.
What she saw was a purple leaf bodhi tree that had completely withered.
When the little girl saw this scene, she cried very sadly.
From day to night, she cried until her eyes were red and swollen.
"Yue'er, don't cry, this tree is dead, how about mother planting another tree for you?"
When Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming came to look for their daughter, they felt distressed when they looked at the sluggish daughter.
"No, I only want Zizi, it is unique. And Zizi is not dead, it just hibernates. It will come back to life next spring."
The little girl was relentless.
Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming had no choice but to let the little girl wait by the withered tree.
Every day after that, year after year, day after day, the little girl grew from seven years old to eight, nine, ten years old...
The trees in the thinking garden bloomed, bore fruit, fell leaves, withered, one after another, but there was always such a shadow, which would appear next to the withered tree from time to time, waiting day after day with.