Yu Guiwan smiled and pinched Yiyi's face: "Like your father, don't mess with you, she's worried about you."

"Swish!"

Xu Yiyi threw herself into Ruan Tang's arms, and said with tears in her face: "Mama."

"Why are you crying?"

Now it was Ruan Tang's turn to get at a loss.

"I actually miss it very much."

"...I miss you, don't go home? Are you very happy to be crazy outside with your aunt for so long?"

Are you happy?

There must be happiness, but more sadness.

Every day in Chang'an City, we have to prepare for the separation of life and death. For example, there are many warriors who treat her very well today, and monks have passed away.

Yiyi didn't say anything, buried herself in her mother's arms and rubbed her back: "Mama, I want to sleep with you tonight."

"Okay, okay, I'll make your bed."

Ruan Tang smiled gently: "You haven't been home these days and you haven't cleaned up your room."

Wait until Moma leaves.

Xu Yiyi asked in a low voice: "Mr. Master, will practice be accompanied by death?"

Yu Guiwan was stunned.

Her realm is high, and you can see the rich blood around Xu Yiyi, and you also know that Yiyi was seriously injured not long ago.

This question made Yu Guiwan think of his father and two junior brothers, and his eyes were a little dimmed and he quickly recovered.

Yu Guiwan smiled and said, "That's right, this is how you go on the road of cultivation. You will always lose more than you get."

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