The reply given by the system is still blunt and old-fashioned——

[There is absolutely no bug in this system, please rest assured the host! 】

I don't worry about a hammer!

A gust of wind blowing from nowhere on the wasteland, where it was going to go.

Bai Lian smelled anger.

The smell made her even more absent-minded.

It was Yan Yue's actions that brought her back to her senses in time.

Yan Yue let go of her right hand and let that hand drop with a bang.

"Look, it's empty, completely empty."

Depressed, dull, bitter...

Various emotions bloomed in Yan Yue.

She is also like a purple flower.

But it is completely different from Si Yunshang who raised his neck proudly even if he was hit.

At this time, Yan Yue is like a little purple flower that has not seen the rain for a long time.

She fled away in a panic, as if Bai Lian was a flame that wanted to eat people.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yan Yue waved her hands desperately, "My words stained your ears, Emperor Bai Lian, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I shouldn't grab your hand, I shouldn't..."

She shouted incoherently.

The collapse of an adult is often an instant!

At this time, Yan Yue was obviously abnormal.

Even An Lan, who was about to use a hammer to hit Yan Yue as flat as herself, stopped.

"Who?"

Bai Lian turned around.

Only the wind was blowing, and after a while there was the sound of birds chirping.

"Gu Gu Gu..."

"..."

She quickly spread out her consciousness, but she really only saw a bird, a little bird that she could play with at will.

never mind.

This is not important.

"Master Yan."

Bai Lian took a step forward, even if Yan Yue tried to resist, she still grabbed Yan Yue's hand.

Hold it tightly like a pair of pliers.

Very tight, very forceful.

Yan Yue was completely unable to break free, but this did not prevent her from continuing to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a waste, a waste like me shouldn't stand with you at all, I dare not, I don't dare anymore, you let me go, Emperor Bai Lian, you let me go, you You can do whatever you want with me, please!"

She was in a hurry.

Unfortunately, Bai Lian just won't let go.

She also doesn't care about any system, what is the difference between uncle and nephew, she only knows that as long as she lets go of Yan Yue, it is likely to keep slipping.

That's not what she wanted to see.

Ugh.

Bai Lian sighed in his heart.

That's enough.

She is neither the head, nor the elder, not even the first one, but why does she feel that she is carrying all of the Immortal Sect?

There must be something wrong with this!

In my last life, I played with little butter, and in this life I came to be a mother.

It's all the fault of this world.

Thinking like this, Bai Lian took a step forward viciously.

Yan Yue bowed her body and wanted to dodge, but where could she hide when her hand was caught.

She struggled, and the more she struggled, the harder Bai Lian tried.

He opened his arms and gently embraced them like the wings of a hen who cares for a chick.

Finally, Bai Lian's right hand went around Yan Yue's back, as if to rub Yan Yue into his body.

To be honest, this kind of action is a bit uncomfortable.

After all, the space is so big, but four **** were stuffed into it.

"Yan Yue!"

Bai Lian gave a soft drink.

Her voice was full of majesty.

Yan Yue, who was hugged tightly by her, became quiet all of a sudden, and even An Lan, who had turned into a bird, was surprised by Bai Lian's sudden incarnation as "Miss Mighty".

good.

You have never experienced maternal love since you were a child, so consider me your mother for the time being.

Bai Lian raised her left hand and stroked the back of Yan Yue's head.

The blue silk is like a waterfall.

Those hot tears rolled down like chains, and finally slapped on Bai Lian's shoulders.

"Wow—"

Yan Yue burst into tears.

"I'm a waste, I can't do anything, I'm a waste who has to rely on other people to help me with everything!"

The cry pierced into Bai Lian's heart like a cold thorn.

She continued to pat Yan Yue's back: "Don't be afraid, mom is here, you can say anything to mom."

Yan Yue said tearfully, "I'm a waste!"

Bai Lian said, "You are not."

"I'm."

"If I say no, it's not."

"that is!"

"no."

Bai Lian argued with Yan Yue pointlessly.

She thought that Yan Yue would feel much better when she cried, but she still made a mistake in the end.

Yan Yue's condition was getting worse and worse, as if she was drained by a goblin, and even her body softened.

Are demons at work?

But before that, I had never heard that Yan Yue was disturbed by a demon.

Bai Lian began to worry.

Why hasn't Master come yet?

Could it be that she didn't plan to come here at all? Is she going to hold Yan Yue like this until the end of the world?

She is not unhappy either.

After all, she likes to play ball, but she doesn't want to do things that take advantage of others.

Isn't that the same as "Senior Sister Bai" in the game?

Master Yan, cheer up!

At this moment.

on the lawn.

An Lan, who turned into a bird, swayed in the evening wind.

The hammer and scissors in her hand had already been put away.

She originally wanted to teach Yan Yue a hard lesson for this disrespectful, stealing cat, but Yan Yue cried like a child and she couldn't do it.

That was a long, long time ago.

At that time, Yan Yue was a real child.

seven years old.

Although he is a small immortal cultivator with the strength of the third level of qi refining, a child is a child, and a little bit of strength can't change his nature.

Twenty of November.

Heavy snow.

She was so bored that day that she lay on the bamboo bed and took a nap in the morning.

While falling asleep, the door of the house was suddenly pushed open.

An Lan didn't need to open her eyes to know that Xiao Yanyue had sneaked in and wrapped herself like a zongzi.

"Dad said to get closer to Sister An."

Xiaoyanyue rubbed her flushed cheeks, then walked gently to the bedside.

She thought that An Lan hadn't noticed her actions.

She secretly lifted the quilt and slept beside An Lan.

The result is of course not good.

As soon as Xiaoyanyue fell asleep, An Lan hung her on the roof beam.

"Wow—"

Yan Yue, who woke up, burst into tears.

"I don't dare, I don't dare anymore."

An Lan snorted coldly.

The ninth of December.

In the competition hosted by Yan Xiyi, Xiao Yanyue, who had been practicing hard for several months and wanted to prove herself in front of Sister An, burst into tears.

"It's just you?"

Xiaoyanyue wiped her eyes desperately: "I'm sorry, I'm just a waste, I'm sorry..."

The cry was still in my ears.

Unconsciously, four hundred and eighty-one years have passed.

An Lan looked down at her hands.

"Is it all my fault?"

She suddenly felt panic in her heart.

She just doesn't want to get involved with other people, she doesn't want to implicate others because of herself.

Why?

"Yan Yue, Yan Yue?"