The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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The small gray charcoal is very clever and silent like a cat, which greatly reduces the danger of encountering monsters. In this night, many monsters are looking for hunting from the footsteps and the slight vibrations from the ground. Object.

In addition, the strong spiritual power of the small gray charcoal also helped a lot. Her keen sense of the dangerous breath made her consciously avoid many dangers. This was the discovery that the two followed.

With a thin and light spirit, he returned all the way with no danger. When it was less than two kilometers away from the mine, Ye Chen and Honglian did not intend to continue to wait. They instructed the person in charge to go back and use their spells to become small gray. Charcoal's parents looked up immediately.

"Little charcoal!"

Far away, the two eagerly beckoned and shouted, while rushing up, even if they have been following the protection in the dark, this hot feeling of wanting to meet immediately has not diminished.

"Daddy...Mom?"

Little Grey Char raised his head slightly in surprise, and seemed unable to believe that the two would walk so far to find her.

Guren quickly rushed up, and before the little gray charcoal had time to speak, she threw herself up and gave the little gray charcoal a sister in her arms, holding her petite and thin body tightly in her arms.

"Where are you stupid, let us worry about dying!"

With a choked voice, Guren seemed to punish the little gray charcoal. She tightened her tightly, and her wet eyes shed tears as if she had collapsed.

Although she followed her all the way, she knew everything about her whereabouts and what she had done. However, Honglian’s crying cries and the hot tears pouring from her eyes into the small gray charcoal hair were absolutely It was not made by Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's eyes are also somewhat moist. Why does this daughter like to make people mourn tears so much? !

"Mom... here is dangerous..."

Feeling the hot wetness passing from the hair to the cheeks, the small gray charcoal froze for a long time, and then gently said with a subtle voice full of inexplicable shaking.

"This is not a place to talk, let's go back and talk."

Drying the corners of his eyes, Ye Chen patted Guren, took the small gray charcoal from her hands, and put it on his back.

"Wow...wow..."

It seemed that the small ash charcoal Ye Chen would do was lying on Ye Chen's back, and a timid and exclaimed voice came out.

"No talking is allowed now. Tell me about you when you get home."

Resisting the tremor in the words, Ye Chen put out his father's shelf and could not refuse to say.

The owner of the thin body on his back seemed to be silent for a while, then, gradually, with careful and hesitant movements to the extreme, as if he was trying something, the weight of the upper body was delivered to Ye Chen's back little by little...

Back home, three people sat around the table, a dim kerosene lamp swaying in the air, the atmosphere was very dull.

Sitting in a position directly opposite Ye Chen, Xiaohui Char, lowered her head and kept her small hands in her arms, completely covering herself with the hair color of the dry mercury. In order to express her seriousness, she did not hold her in her arms this time. Although, I really want to.

"Little charcoal."

After a moment, Ye Chen took a deep breath, and finally broke the repressive atmosphere. As Ye Chen's voice sounded, the small gray charcoal body shivered violently, as if being frightened and angry, and began to shrink. Suo Suo shivered.

As a result, Red Lotus stared over and seemed to be saying that you are all bad, look, scared little charcoal, how pitiful.

Ye Chen blinked innocently, can this also blame me? Ye Chen just called her calmly.

The serious atmosphere that was finally created was almost suspended because of the too timid reaction of the small charcoal. However, in this kind of thing, Ye Chen is not so easy to die, this is for the good charcoal, in order to be able to To make the small gray charcoal happy, it is absolutely not possible to end with a half-trick at this time.

"Small gray charcoal, I have to talk to you about it today."

Ignoring the staring attack of Honglian and the pitiful appearance of the small gray charcoal, Ye Chen continued the topic toughly, and today he wants to experience the feeling of a stern father.

The small gray charcoal head was lower and lower, even her thin and fuzzy shadow created by the dim light, she realized that the poor body was trembling. Just like the little white rabbit exposed under the tiger's claws, people can't help but urge Wu Song to fight the tiger-at least the sinister breath from the next red lotus gave Ye Chen such a feeling.

Unmoved... Unmoved, Ye Chen ignored Guren's sinister gaze, coughed a few times, and looked straight.

"I seem to have told you yesterday, don't go to mine and do the hard work, you tell me. What did you do today? What do you look like now."

Ye Chen looked at the little charcoal distressedly. She had scars all over her body. The clothes she had just changed last night had been cut by sharp stones during the climbing process, and she became a beggar outfit, thin arms and legs , Chest, abdomen, even face. They are all covered with small and large traces of rubbed stones, but these scars are not worth mentioning compared to the worn **** palms and feet.

It’s of course the palm injury, don’t believe it, you can try climbing the thousand-meter high mountain with your own hands to see what your palm will look like. As for the scratches on your feet, it’s down the mountain. Caused by time. Although it looks cool like skiing, there is no doubt that it keeps rubbing on. Not to mention the flesh and blood, even if you put on a pair of iron boots, I am afraid they will be wiped off.

When I first came back, Ye Chen and Honglian had already dealt with the wounds on the palms and soles of the palms, and the blood and flesh were vague and hardly adult-like. The two were almost stunned. It’s not that they haven’t seen such a serious wound, broken limbs or something. It’s commonplace for these two innocents, but now the owner of the wound is their own baby daughter. How can it be compared?

Almost in a state of panting and breathlessness, she helped the small gray charcoal to treat the wounds on her hands and feet. Now, her palms and soles are firmly wrapped in a thick cloth, wrapped around and around, look It looks like a bunch of dumplings.

Imagine a little, and it’s not impossible to be regarded as those cute little loli with puppet cat claws, but whenever I think about the scene I saw when dealing with wounds, Ye Chen was very sad and regretful, how can you feel the mood again? Think about the ones that are gone.

"I……"

From the small gray charcoal, a weak shuddering voice was made.

"Don't lie to Mom and Dad, how did you come about because of your injury? Didn't you ever think about how worried Mom and Dad are about you?"

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