Zhang Ye turned around and ran away. The elders in Tiandao Palace did not immediately pursue the hunt, but looked at each other.

"This dog is pregnant with a strange treasure, don't kill it for the time being, grab it back to the sect, and use the soul search to discover the secret of the resurrection!"

"good!"

Seeing Zhang Ye's resurrection from death, the nine ancestors of Tiandao Palace couldn't help but be moved.

Not long after, the nine ancestors caught up with Zhang Ye and stunned him severely. The nine ancestors said, "Why take it back to the sect, and search for the soul now and drain him!"

"Yes, lest nights have more dreams!"

The nine ancestors couldn't wait to put their hands on Zhang Ye's head, ready to perform the soul search, but at this time, a huge coercion fell from the sky.

"There is a demon spirit!" The nine ancestors, like a big enemy, hit the sky with one palm.

However, the sky was empty, and the nine ancestors were puzzled. They clearly sensed that there was a big demon killing. Is it wrong to perceive it?

Regardless, squeeze Zhang Ye dry first! Everyone looked back and was stunned. Zhang Ye was surrounded by nine people. At this moment, he was gone!

The backs of the nine ancestors were chilly, maybe it was the hands and feet of the immortals. They didn't dare to wait any longer, and hurriedly fled to the south to avoid the wind.

...

Zhang Ye woke up and found himself lying on a soft and comfortable big bed. The layout of the whole room was full of exotic style, and the air was filled with a touch of sandalwood, which made people relax.

Hey, didn't you get caught by the nine ancestors of Tiandao Palace? How could you lie here?

Zhang Ye wanted to get up, but the pain hit him and he couldn't help but exhale.

At this moment, a woman in red hurriedly came to Zhang Ye's side: "Zhang Ye, your injury has not healed yet, don't move."

Zhang Ye looked at the visitor with a look of disbelief, rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken, and exclaimed, "Red makeup?"

The woman in red is exactly the Murong Hongzhuang who left without saying goodbye. At this moment, she is a little bit ashamed or a little guilty. She lowered her head and slightly nodded: "It's me."

Zhang Ye wanted to scold him a few words, but after seeing him again after a long time, he was happy in his heart. All of a sudden, he couldn't say anything.

Murong Hongzhuang thought of something, and left the room. Not long after, he came in with a bowl of medicated soup: "Drink it, you will heal faster."

Zhang Ye trusted Murong Hongzhuang from the bottom of his heart, so he wanted to take it and drink it, but he affected his injuries and inconvenient his hands and feet. Murong Hongzhuang gently said, "Don't move, I'll feed you."

"Use your mouth?" Zhang Ye asked abruptly.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. After six years of separation, Zhang Ye's joke brought him closer, as if he had returned to the squabbling days six years ago.

"I want to be beautiful." Murong Hongzhuang groaned, holding the spoon in his tender little hands, feeding Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye swallowed the medicinal soup with a look of enjoyment. Although he didn't know what kind of medicine it was, he swallowed it into his stomach. The warm and painful internal organs seemed to usher in the spring rain in the dry land, and he was recovering quickly.

"Xiao Zhuang, how have you been all these years?" Zhang Ye asked.

Zhang Ye's words were not censure, but concern. This made Murong Hongzhuang very touched, his eyes turned red, and he paused for a moment: "Alright, how about you?"

"It's quite capable of death." Zhang Ye naively thought that he could destroy the Heavenly Dao Palace. As a result, he caused great chaos in the world, and he died several times. Said this, but the evaluation is fair.

Murong Hongzhuang's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile, without saying anything, she gave a spoonful of medicinal soup.

Zhang Ye ate it obediently, and suddenly felt that Murong Hongzhuang's appearance was a bit awkward: "I'm not too young, what do I wear on his head!"

Zhang Ye reached out and grabbed the fox ears on Murong's head...

The scene was deadly quiet. In Zhang Ye's heart, ten thousand grass-mud horses ran by, fucking, what is this, can't I take it off? But it's so soft and comfortable!

Murong Hongzhuang's heart, soul is light, what to do with my ears, if you weren't Zhang Ye, you would have died ten thousand times!

Zhang Ye retracted his hand awkwardly, and said in a shame: "This headgear is very realistic..."

Murong Hongzhuang thought for a while and decided to tell the truth: "This is the symbol of my Tushan Fox Clan, Zhang Ye, I am a demon..."

Zhang Ye took it with one mouth: "I am a ghost, the ghost who was handsome to death by himself..."

Murong Hongzhuang wanted to hit some people: "I didn't joke with you."

Then, she told Zhang Ye about her journey through the world and returning to the demon world.

"Are you really a demon?" Zhang Ye trembled.

Murong Hongzhuang lowered his head with low self-esteem: "Sorry, I lied to you for so long."

The surprise in Zhang Ye's eyes slowly turned into gentleness. He reached out and rubbed Murong Hongzhuang's fox ears: "Very cute."

Murong Hongzhuang stiffened, blushing like blood, and mumbled a few stinky Zhang Ye, but did not avoid him, let him touch his ears and continue to feed Zhang Ye.

Chatting with Murong Hongzhuang, suddenly, Zhang Ye caught a glimpse of a sneaky little girl who was eavesdropping behind the door curtain. Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Come out, I saw you."

Murong Hongzhuang turned his head and saw the little girl, beckoning: "Painting, come here."

The little girl was wearing a little red dress, five or six years old, with red lips and white teeth, two little fox ears on her head, and her watery eyes as if she could talk, she was just one size smaller with red makeup.

Hearing Murong Hongzhuang's call, the little girl hesitated for a moment, walked out from behind the curtain, and quickly threw herself into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, but her curious eyes kept staring at Zhang Ye.

"Your tribe? It's so cute!" Zhang Ye thought the little girl was so cute.

Murong Hongzhuang pursed her lips, lowered her head and said in embarrassment, "She is my daughter."

Zhang Ye's smile became stiff, and he couldn't believe it: "You...are you married?" At this point, Zhang Yexin's head had been pierced by 10,000 knives.

Murong Hongzhuang was stunned when she saw Zhang Ye's reaction, and then she understood something, with a smile in her eyes: "Well, I got married, and I got married six years ago."

Married when you separated from yourself? hateful! I have been worried about you all these years in vain! Zhang Ye felt uncomfortable and asked unwillingly, "What...what does your husband look like?"

Zhang Ye is slanderous, he is definitely not as handsome as me.

"My husband?" Murong Hongzhuang's face was filled with happiness, "He is a world-famous hero. Under his cold appearance, he hides an old-fashioned heart. The world admires him..."

When Zhang Ye heard this, his expression was sad. He was so good that he couldn't match it at all. No wonder Murong Hongzhuang would empathize with him.

In any case, it was an accident that she and Murong Hongzhuang, the leader at the beginning, had an accident. Now that she has her own happy family, she should be blessed.

Zhang Ye held back his heartache, squeezed out a smiling face, looked at the little girl in Murong Hongzhuang's arms, and said softly: "Little girl, what is your name?"

The little girl was a little scared, drilled into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, and did not answer Zhang Ye.

Murong Hongzhuang said: "Little Ming painting, Da Ming, Zhang Ruhua."

Zhang Ru picturesque? It seems that the child's father has the same surname as Zhang, and Zhang Ye smiled bitterly: "Good name."

Murong Hongzhuang saw that Zhang Ye hadn't reacted yet, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She hugged Hua'er in front of her: "Hua'er, didn't you say you want to see Dad? Dad is here, please call someone."

Hua'er's father is here? Zhang Ye looked around hostilely, but wanted to see who was so sacred. He dared to **** my daughter-in-law, and dare to **** my lovely daughter!

Zhang Ye looked around, no one, what's the matter?

Hua'er looked at Zhang Ye with watery eyes. With Murong Hongzhuang's encouragement, her voice was soft and cute: "Daddy..." After speaking, Hua'er escaped into Murong Hongzhuang's arms, revealing only a pair of curious eyes. Looking at Zhang Ye.

At this moment, Zhang Ye looked like five thunders, and pointed his nose in disbelief: "I... my daughter?"

"Hmm..." Murong Hongzhuang nodded gently.

After the shock, Zhang Ye was incoherent with excitement: "Fuck, I'm a father. Fuck, my daughter is so cute. Fuck, I won the bid once..."

Murong Hongzhuang hurriedly covered Hua'er's ears, and said in a huff: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Ye looked at Ruanmeng's paintings, and apologized again and again. What he thought of, and groping around, the good things were sold by the system to resurrect, and there was no meeting ceremony.

Zhang Ye gritted his teeth and took out the best Wang Ding and Dragon Bone Knife: "Painting, Dad has nothing good, this big pot and shovel are for you to play!"

Tuanzi and Ahua were so frightened that they were crying and crying. They were treated as cauldrons and shovel. They thought that they would spend the rest of their lives with a child, and their magic career would be bleak...

Murong Hongzhuang rolled Zhang Ye's eyes, and refused: "What are you doing, my painting is a talented girl who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy. Who wants your big spatula?"

Zhang Ye thinks about it, too, embarrassingly accepting Wang Ding and Bone Knife, but he has a look of hope: "Painting, can I give Dad a hug?"

Hua'er was a little frightened, and Murong Hongzhuang whispered to her, and Hua'er came to Zhang Ye's side shyly: "Daddy, hug..."

Zhang Ye was so cute that he had a nosebleed on his face. He stretched out his hand to pick up the painting and rubbed it hard, making the painting chuckle, and it quickly became a piece.

Murong Hongzhuang was also satisfied when he saw Zhang Ye's daughter slave appearance.

After a long time, Murong Hongzhuang said, "Well, Huaer is going to the school to go to class. I'm late, and my husband has to scold her again."

Although Zhang Ye was reluctant, he had to put down the painting: "If your husband scolds you, dad will beat him."

Murong Hongzhuang was speechless for a while~lightnovelpub.net~ It seems that Zhang Ye must not be allowed to take care of children in the future. Hua'er looked back three times before leaving the room reluctantly.

Murong Hongzhuang was about to say something like Zhang Ye, not to spoil the child too much, but Zhang Ye pulled Murong Hongzhuang into his arms: "Xiaozhuang, you have worked hard these years."

Murong Hongzhuang's face was stained with Hongxia, and she nestled in Zhang Ye's arms: "When you come, I feel at ease."

In the past six years, Murong Hongzhuang dared not go to see Zhang Ye. She was afraid that Zhang Ye would dislike her as a monster, but silently followed the information of Tiandao City.

When I heard that Zhang Ye was killed by the magical Taoist, Murong Hongzhuang was distraught and left from the demon world, ready to kill the magical Taoist to avenge Zhang Ye. Fortunately, the monster world is a little far away from the Eastern Region, and Murong Hongzhuang has not yet arrived. In Heavenly Dao City, the magical Taoist revealed all the secrets, and the Eastern Region was in great chaos.

Murong Hongzhuang knew that Zhang Ye was not dead, so he kept looking for him. At the last moment, Murong Hongzhuang found him and rescued Zhang Ye.

Murong Hongzhuang said that she feels at ease, not only is she gratified for Zhang Ye's safety, but also because she finally has the backbone of her family.