Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

After a long time, so long that Mr. Zhongli had something to do and turned away, Xiao slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. He didn't say a word, but just lowered his head slightly, sat quietly, and put one hand against her palm. That hand was trembling slightly, indicating that his mood was really not peaceful. After a long time, he whispered in a hoarse voice.

"Ah Huan... Hall Master Hu Jing and Bo Yang are guarding outside now."

His voice was suppressed, as if he was enduring something, or perhaps afraid of something, afraid that this was a beautiful but short dream, afraid that if he reached out his hand and touched it, it would shatter and disappear. I saw her pale face falling in the arms of her husband again, blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth, her breathing was difficult, her whole body was trembling slightly, and she was cold to the touch, without a trace of warmth.

Mr. said that the most important thing was that Lin Huan's body was severely polluted and corroded by the abyss, almost exhausted, and even nearly damaged his origin. In addition, his mood was extremely unstable in recent days, and he was tired from traveling... He had not rested properly, and even suffered losses... Therefore, all the accumulated fatigue and losses were almost suppressed at once... It was almost like dragging him down. Fortunately, Mr. used divine power to forcefully input, suppress, and nourish this extremely exhausted body... Otherwise... There might really be no way out...

During these few days of coma, he felt like there was a rope in his heart that was about to break...

Lin Huan raised her eyes and met the boy's slightly flustered eyes that seemed to be hiding something. She just pursed her lips, smiled and nodded: "In a while, you accompany me to go out and take a look... I also want to present a bouquet of colorful flowers to Brother Fushe."

Xiao clenched Lin Huan's hand, hesitating a little. But in the end, he was defeated by Lin Huan's obedient and gentle eyes. He sighed softly. He paused for a second, and suddenly pulled her into his arms. His dark green, furry head rested against her shoulder, and then she heard Xiao's low, hoarse cry in her arms.

He was mumbling in a low, unstructured voice, calling out many names. There were Fushe's, Mi Nu's, Fanan's, Yingda's... and hers.

His pain was like being cut by a knife or an axe. After being frightened again, it reached its peak and he could no longer hold it back. After all, it was Fushe, and it was the last of his clansmen, his family, and she, who had also frightened him greatly... Lin Huan didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only pull away one hand and hug him back tightly.

"Xiao, don't be afraid... I'm here, I won't leave... Don't be afraid, there's no need to be afraid anymore..."

Lin Huan raised her hand and patted his back. She seemed to suddenly recall some fragments from ten years ago, and then they were properly stored in her heart. Now is not the time to recall some trivial things. Just because, now in her arms, there is a wounded green bird, its wings trembling, crying so sadly and desperately. It seems that she almost lost almost everything around her at the same time. She can only hug him tightly, with only the only comfort and warmth left around her, crying so hopelessly and sadly.

I had to hug him tighter and use all my strength to comfort him.

"Xiao... I'm here... You can cry... It's okay, I'll be with you." I promised Fushe that I will always be with you... I will never leave you behind so easily...