At night, the starry sky is embellished, and the city of the sky in the kingdom of God is brightly lit at this moment.

Standing for another day, in the cemetery, Xuan Ye's eyes were empty, one hand covered his face, and a trace of crystal mist fell on the ground.

Gritting his teeth and looking at the name on the tombstone, Xuan Ye retracted his emotions, turned around, and disappeared into the darkness.

A person, walking on a dark path, with a thin back, gives people a feeling of loneliness. On the surface, Xuan Ye is very powerful, but no matter how powerful people are, they will also have weaknesses.

And Xuan Ye's weakness is very eye-catching. Although he is cruel and inhumane in front of others, only the people he cares about know how fragile Xuan Ye is.

Strictly speaking, Waldo was the first to follow Xuan Ye. For so many years, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings. As for other people, his feelings may not be too high, but after all, they are his own crew members. It can be said that Xuan Ye's mood is both angry and remorseful now.

The winding path seemed to never end. Xuan Ye's expression was a little dazed. Before he knew it, he had reached the bedroom in the back garden, the frozen bedroom.

Standing outside, looking at the bedroom silently, as if through the fuzzy ice, I can see the person inside who I think about day and night.

He wanted to tell her, and he wanted to be comforted by her.

In front of the world, even if it's Xiaoxi, Xuan Ye maintains his strength on the surface and has everything under control, because he wants to tell his sister that nothing can beat your brother, because your brother will always protect you.

However, even the strongest person will be tired. If Xuan Ye's last harbor is where, then only Maggie, because only in the face of Maggie, Xuan Ye can put down the Taishan that weighs him out of breath.

Standing outside silently, Xuan Ye's thoughts were confused, but when he thought of that gentle face, the restlessness in his heart began to calm down.

After standing for a long while, Xuan Ye was outside, stroking the ice wall with one hand, as if he could feel the smile, encouragement, and longing of the person inside.

After standing alone for several hours, Xuan Ye took a deep breath and left slowly.

From beginning to end, the maids and guards standing guard in the garden did not dare to breathe, just like wood carvings, they did not dare to make any noise.

Since Xingyu was captured last time, apart from the increase in the number of maids, the entire imperial city has also had many more guards, and whether it is day or night, there are teams of troops patrolling. It can be said that the imperial city is now very guarded. .

Wandering alone, Xuan Ye came to Xiaoxi's room before she knew it. Outside, there were at least a dozen maids protecting her in the dark or in the light.

These maids may not be very powerful, but they are proficient in at least one or two of the six styles, which can be compared with the rear admiral.

Undoubtedly, these maids and guards were strictly selected.

Suddenly, Xuan Ye missed Xiaoxi and Xingyu very much. There was no sign of this feeling. Maybe it was just after the death of Waldo and others, which made Xuan Ye care more about the people around him, especially the two most important treasures. .

The two maids guarding the door were a little nervous when they saw Xuan Ye's arrival, but this unease was not fear, but worship and vigilance.

Worship is easy to understand. After all, there are many people in the kingdom of God who worship Xuan Ye and have five days of precepts. However, to be alert, it is necessary to talk about the disappearance of Xingyu. Kalifa attaches great importance to this matter, so now, No matter who is close to Xingyu and others, they must show their identity, because there are too many devil fruits in this world, no one knows if they are impersonating?

Seeing the two maids who had summoned up their courage and looked very vigilant, and the breath that was stirring in the dark, Xuan Ye just glanced at them casually, and then the two maids at the door immediately lowered their heads and their bodies trembled.

"You are doing great!"

Looking back, Xuan Ye gently opened the door and whispered to the two maids.

With his head down, his face was still a little pale, because the eyes just now were so terrifying, just from this look, they could be sure that this was their king.

However, what made them most happy was a word from the king.

There is no need to guess. While waiting for the succession, the guards and maids in the entire imperial city will probably know about it. After all, showing off is a normal thing.

Xuan Ye didn't care about the minds of these maids, but slowed down and walked into the bedroom.

Even if he is sleeping, the bedroom is brightly lit at this moment. As Xuan Ye expected, this little guy is relying on her aunt again.

Basically, most of Xingyu sleeps with Xiaoxi, and sometimes with Kalifa, Ain and others. As for Xuan Ye, there are very few, because most of Xuan Ye is cultivating, causing the little guy There is a lot of resentment now.

The two people, one big and one small, are breathing smoothly now, and they are obviously asleep, while the little guy is still smashing his mouth, drooling, and occasionally accompanied by two vague dreams.

The quilt had already been kicked under the bed, that's right, since childhood, Xiaoxi has never been able to sleep, and now Xingyu doesn't know who inherited it, so it's the same, but luckily the bedroom is warm in spring and cool in summer, otherwise, if it goes on like this, the two It's strange not to get sick.

Bent over to pick up the quilt and put it on the two of them, Xuan Ye sat beside him, with his index finger, he lightly tapped the bridge of the little guy's nose, the corner of his mouth, with a smile.

"elder brother!"

At this time, hazy, perhaps because Xuan Ye's movements were too big, Xiao Xi was awakened.

"Wake up?"

Looking at Xiaoxi who was bent over to sit up, Xuan Ye's face was full of admiration, and he reached out and patted his head, not wanting Xiaoxi to get up, and Xiaoxi also lay down again, because this familiar scene had never been seen before. , from childhood to adulthood.

And Xingyu, that small body, is nestled in Xiaoxi's arms, arching from time to time.

"Brother, are you alright!"

Lying on her side, her smooth hair was a little messy, Xiaoxi opened her big dark eyes, and looked at Xuan Ye with some worry, but she stopped talking.

"fine!"

As usual, Xuan Ye touched Xiao Xi's head and smiled.

"Brother, can we go back?"

It was very warm, Xiaoxi asked softly with a little sadness on her face.

"Do you want to go back?"

Xuan Ye's hands couldn't help but sighed, then looked at Xiao Xi's eyes seriously.

"Sometimes I think, sometimes I don't."

The mood is not very high, obviously Xiaoxi remembered everything in the previous life, such as leaving their parents when they were young.

"You miss them?" The smile on Xuan Ye's face disappeared, looking a little cold, even resentful.

"Where is my brother, I am there."

Reaching out from the quilt, Xiaoxi grabbed Xuan Ye and giggled, very funny.

Xuan Ye's tense face showed a smile and rolled his eyes, but his heart was heavy.

"It's all useless brother."

It is self-blame and responsibility, Xuan Ye is a little lonely, and his voice is a little hoarse.

"Brother is the best. Don't we have a new family now? Brother, you must wake up your sister-in-law and watch Xingyu grow up..."

"Yes! We have a new home."

"Brother, you still know when you were young..."

This night, the two brothers and sisters chatted a lot. In the middle, Xingyu was also awakened. The little guy was very happy about his father's appearance, and made a noise to ask his father to tell a story.

This lecture basically lasted until the early morning. In the end, Xiaoxi and Xingyu couldn't hold on any longer, and fell asleep in Xuan Ye's voice.

And Xuan Ye, still full of energy, looked at the dim dawn outside the window, and left the bedroom lightly.

Because today, there are still very important things to solve.

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