Gu Nuoer fantasized.

Although she has never been to the Snowland, she has heard of it.

There is no one there, let alone demons and fairies, it is a ghost place.

The little guy asked curiously, "Afterwards, where did Brother Siming come out?"

The young man nodded: "Go back to the mortal world and start a killing spree."

After speaking, Ye Siming was startled.

How did you say it casually?

He hurriedly raised his head to see if Gu Nuoer was angry.

He knew that little guys didn't like to kill.

The two of them looked at each other, and Gu Nuo'er's round and tender little face had watery eyes.

She was just like that, looking at him obediently.

Gu Nuo'er blinked, and before she could speak, Ye Siming immediately said, "That was in the past."

The little guy suddenly asked, "Brother Siming, do you think the snow scene is beautiful?"

Ye Siming frowned.

He didn't expect that she would care about this issue.

After a while, Ye Siming nodded: "It's beautiful."

"In the snowy realm, there is an icy snow temple left behind before the ancient gods were wiped out."

"Ice ridges hang everywhere, and trees are made of snow."

Gu Nuo'er's eyes suddenly lit up with a sparkling luster.

"If you have a chance, Brother Siming will show me! It must be beautiful!"

"If I feel cold, I can bury myself in brother Siming's arms to keep warm!"

"When the time comes, Brother Siming won't feel lonely anymore, because I'm with you!"

The little guy held his face in his two little hands and looked up at the roof beams.

With a look of longing, in those sparkling eyes, it seems that he is already fantasizing about how to build a snowman!

She didn't notice at all that Ye Siming showed extreme joy little by little on his face.

It turned out that in the idea of ​​the little thing, no matter where he went, he would always think of him.

"Yeah." Ye Siming responded in a deep voice.

The depths of the boy's eyes were like a spark of fire, igniting the continuous grassland.

At that moment, what he longed for in the future was tied to Gu Nuo'er alone.

Where she is, it is my hometown.

At night, it's time to sleep.

Ye Siming gave a command, and the candles in the hall went out one after another.

Gu Nuo'er lay on the big couch, her black hair like a black waterfall scattered on the pillow.

The little guy was lying on his side, with a small hand under his cheek, and his water eyes seemed to be brewing drowsiness.

The long eyelashes are also blinking slowly.

She watched Ye Siming lay down on the floor next to him.

After a long silence, the young man closed his eyes, but said, "You are still not sleeping, what are you thinking?"

Gu Nuo'er rubbed her eyes with her little hands.

It turned out that Brother Siming knew that she was not asleep!

She said softly, "Brother Siming, what do you think Daddy is doing now?"

Ye Siming hesitated for a moment: "Sleep?"

The little guy on the bed shook his head.

"No, I think he must be busy with government affairs. The royal study must be brightly lit at this meeting."

And her father, with his head bowed on the desk, was very busy in the face of memorials as high as a hill.

Gu Nuoer sighed quietly with pink lips.

"Today I saw the emperor Ling, the beautiful concubine, and the younger brother Shen'er, and I missed my father."

"I'm not here, he must not know to rest early."

In the past, when she was there, she always pestered Gu Yihan to tell stories at the time, and let him coax her to sleep.

In fact, Gu Nuoer didn't want to coax someone.

Instead, she hoped that Gu Yihan would accompany her and go to bed earlier.

My father, of course I feel distressed.

Ye Siming listened to her silently.

After a while, the little guy's voice sounded like a cry, murmured.

"Brother Siming, I miss my father and mother."