The full-level boss crosses the apocalypse and raises cute treasures

It was dawn, and the golden totem on the Qingtian Temple was still absorbing zombies continuously, replenishing energy for the Earth Rejuvenation Formation.

Tian Yuanyuan raised her head, looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance, smiled and cried again.

She tightly hugged the pale little Qiaoqiao with her eyes tightly closed in her arms, closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth to force back the tears.

Qiao Ziyi turned his head, his legs were too stiff to move after standing all night, he slowly looked towards Tian Yuanyuan, finally, his eyes fell on little Qiaoqiao, and he spoke hoarsely.

"give it to me."

Tian Yuanyuan shook her head, and looked at Han Yixiao, who was lying in a pool of blood with white hair.

Qiao Ziyi followed her gaze, his eyes widened suddenly, he turned around excitedly, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Brother-in-law!"

Qiao Ziyi squeezed his elbows and crawled towards Han Yixiao while shouting.

This cry woke up everyone who had passed out due to their abilities.

Jian Chengan and Lin Jun suddenly jumped up from the ground, and both rushed to Han Yixiao's side.

At this moment, Han Yixiao's eyes were closed tightly, his breath was pale, lying motionless in the blood, like a dead body.

Seeing this, Jian Chengan's breath was stagnant, he slowly squatted down, and slowly probed towards Han Yixiao's breath, the next moment, he sat down on the ground in shock, and screamed out loud.

"Boss!"

Lin Jun's heart skipped a beat suddenly. He looked at Jian Cheng'an with an unbelievable expression on his face, and he dared not speak.

Seeing this, Qiao Ziyi immediately crawled faster. When he got to Han Yixiao's side, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and then his arm fell to the ground feebly, and he fell into a pool of blood.

This scene deeply stimulated everyone's attention.

The spring wind gently blows over everyone's face, but it can no longer bring a trace of warmth.

The first spring at the end of the last days was colder than winter.

A small island in the East China Sea.

"Dad is not dead, not dead!"

"My father is not dead!"

Little Qiaoqiao tightly hugged Han Yixiao's body, and kept waving her hands to knock down the hand that was stretched towards Han Yixiao.

"Qiao Qiao, Dad has to go to bed, he can't accompany us anymore."

Qiao Ziyi held back tears and said to little Qiaoqiao.

"My father is not dead!"

Hearing this, little Qiaoqiao roared angrily.

Everyone looked sadly at the lifeless Han Yixiao who was held in Xiao Qiaoqiao's arms.

Zhao Yuying tightly covered her mouth, and fell into Han Zekuan's arms weakly, her tears rolled down like beads with a broken thread, she didn't dare to cry loudly, for fear of irritating little Qiaoqiao, so she could only choke up silently .

Everyone knew that Han Yixiao had already gone.

However, little Qiaoqiao couldn't accept the cruel fact that his mother would go first, and his father would go later. He was like a raging beast, and he would not allow anyone to bury the breathless Han Yixiao in the ground.

No matter how everyone persuaded him, he always believed that his father was not dead.

When the atmosphere was at a stalemate, Qiao Manxi rushed over.

"Jojo, if you don't want Dad to leave, then put him in this shell."

With that said, Qiao Manxi took out her shell bed and placed it in front of little Qiao Qiao.

Little Qiaoqiao looked at the colorful shell bed, then at the unconscious Han Yixiao, and asked suddenly.

"Then can I sleep in it with Dad?"

"Uh"

Seeing little Qiaoqiao's begging, expectant and pitiful eyes, Qiao Manxi softened her heart and nodded.

Seeing this, little Qiaoqiao finally let go of Han Yixiao's neck, who was tightly hugging her.

Waiting for Han Yixiao to be carried into the shell by Qiao Ziyi, Lin Jun, and Jian Cheng'an, Xiao Qiaoqiao immediately crawled in and nestled in Han Yixiao's arms.