Muyan caressed the silky cloth on her body lightly, as if a distant and illusory picture appeared in her mind.
The hand that a man usually uses to hold a sword holds a needle and thread, awkwardly and carefully mending the baby's clothes.
After just a few strokes, his movements became smooth and skillful, and the small clothes slowly took shape in his hands.
The man raised his head, showed a ostentatious smile to the demure woman not far away, and shook the clothes in his hand.
That smile, silly, was completely different from the aloof demon, but it carried the pride and gentleness that no father in the world would have.
Muyan felt that her heart suddenly became soft, and the resentment and hatred that was once full turned into hot feelings at this moment.
She heard herself say in a low voice, "Thank you, Daddy!"
Thank you for everything you do for me.
boom! !
There was a loud bang outside the door.
Xue Ji looked up subconsciously, and then the expression on her face gradually froze into a dull one.
What did she see just now? !
They are great and arrogant, His Majesty the Supreme Mozun fell down? !
Is it hallucination? !
Must be hallucinations? ! !
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On the high roof of the palace, Yun Ruohan sat on it, drinking wine while overlooking the entire Demon Imperial City.
As the big brother of Xiaoyaomen, he has always been upright, steady, and self-reliant.
He wants to educate the younger ones not to mess around too much, lest they become the target of public criticism and get hurt.
From the moment his master died, he told himself that he wanted to become the patron saint of Xiaoyaomen, so that Xiaoyaomen would not lose anyone again.
He has to become stronger and tough enough to hold everything in Xiaoyaomen, and to be the support of his juniors and sisters.
Even in pain, don't cry.
Even if you are afraid and sad, you can't show it.
Even in despair, never give up.
Otherwise, what should the little junior sister who is already in pain do
Otherwise, when Xiaoyaomen gathers, how will he appease the other senior brothers
However, no one would know that Yun Ruohan would also be in pain and sorrow, and Han Ye would be wrapped in despair.
Uncle!
That is the little uncle who has accompanied them for decades in Xiaoyaomen!
Even though he has always been indifferent on the surface and ignored them, he actually saved them one after another and taught them to grow little by little.
Master is dead.
If even my junior uncle leaves them...
Yun Ruohan raised his head violently, wanting to drink all the wine in the jug.
However, on the way, the flagon was robbed by a small hand.
Yun Ruohan turned around in surprise, and saw a girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old was holding a jug, gulping down the wine in it.
"Delicious!!"
"Good wine, I haven't had such a strong wine for a long time!"
Yun Ruohan couldn't react to the girl's soft and waxy voice, but said extremely vulgar words.
You Ruo turned around and glanced at him, "Why are you looking at me? Can't bear your wine?"
She turned the jug in her hand upside down, showing a sly smile: "It's useless to be reluctant, I've already drank it up!"
The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her almond eyes seemed to have been washed with water, clean and hazy.
Yun Ruohan pulled away from the sad mood just now, and said in a low voice, "Master Youruo, why are you here?"
"My lord, my lord, do I look old?"
You Ruo glared at him, "And you can be here, why can't I be here? You still have wine, give it to me!"