Chapter 4245
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Mu Yan gently caressed the soft cloth on her body. A distant and illusory picture appeared in her mind.
The hand that the man used to hold a sword was holding a needle and thread. He was clumsily and carefully sewing the baby's clothes.
After a few times, his movements became smooth and skillful. The small clothes slowly took shape in his hand.
The man raised his head and showed a proud smile to the gentle woman not far from him. He waved the clothes in his hand.
That smile was silly, totally different from that of the high and mighty Demon Lord. It carried the pride and gentleness that no father in the world could have.
Mu Yan felt that her heart suddenly became soft. The resentment and hatred in her heart turned into burning feelings at this moment.
She heard herself say in a low and hoarse voice, "Thank you, father!"
Thank you for everything you did for me.
Bang –!!
A loud noise came from outside the door.
Xue Gie subconsciously raised her head to look, and then the expression on her face gradually froze.
What did she just see?!
Their great, arrogant, supreme Demon Lord had fallen?!
Was it an illusion?!
It must be an illusion, right?!!
= = =
On the roof of the high palace, Yun Ruohan was sitting on it. He was drinking wine and overlooking the entire Demon Imperial City.
As the eldest disciple of the Xiao Yao School, he had always been calm, steady, and self-restrained.
He wanted to teach the younger disciples not to cause too much trouble. Otherwise, they would be the target of public criticism and get hurt.
From the moment his master died, he told himself that he wanted to be the guardian of the Xiao Yao School. He wanted to protect the Xiao Yao School from losing anyone.
He needed to get stronger, to be tough, to be able to protect the Carefree Society, and to be the support of his Junior Brothers and Sisters.
He couldn't cry even if he was in pain.
He couldn't show even if he was afraid or sad.
He couldn't give up even if he was desperate.
Otherwise, what should he do with the younger sister who was already in pain?
Otherwise, how could he comfort the other disciples when the Xiao Yao School gathered together?
However, no one knew that Yun Ruohan could also feel pain and sadness. The cold night would be wrapped in despair.
Young Martial Uncle!
That was the Young Martial Uncle who had been with the Xiao Yao School for dozens of years!
Even though he seemed indifferent and indifferent, he actually saved them again and again and taught them to grow up little by little.
Their master was dead.
If even the Young Martial Uncle left them …
Yun Ruohan suddenly raised her head, wanting to finish the wine in the gourd in one gulp.
However, halfway through, a small hand snatched away the wine jug.
Yun Ruohan turned her head in surprise to see a girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old holding a flask of wine and gulping it down in one gulp.
"Delicious!!"
"Good wine! It's been a long time since I've had such a strong wine!"
Yun Ruohan couldn't react to the girl's soft voice, but the words she said were extremely vulgar.
You Ruo turned to look at him. "Why are you looking at me? Can't bear to part with your wine? "
She turned over the wine pot in her hand and revealed a sly smile. "It's useless even if you don't want to. I've already drunk it all!"
The girl's cheeks were flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes looked as if they had been washed, clean and hazy.
Yun Ruohan snapped out of her sorrowful state and whispered, "Lord Yourou, why are you here?"
"What Lord? Do I look old?"
You Ruo glared at him. "Besides, if you're here, why can't I be here? You still have wine? Give it to me! "
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