Demon Lord, your wife ran away with the baby

Chapter 1104 Not To Be Forgotten, To Be Alive 1
"came back."

With just three words, Qing Yu could no longer restrain the turbulent emotions in her heart, she burst into tears in an instant, for such a long time, or since she grew up and became sensible, she had never shown her in front of him again. A little fragile.

It was he who taught her not to be afraid, as long as you do anything, you can definitely do it.

So she has always been brave.

In the past, she felt that her fearless courage was either innate or forced by him.

But in fact it is not. He has always given her the courage to go forward without fear.

In her subconscious mind, she always knew that no matter what kind of catastrophe she encountered or what kind of difficulties she encountered, there would always be someone standing behind her forever, paving all the way for her and solving all the troubles , she just needs to move forward.

At this moment, she felt that she didn't need anything, and all the answers were clear.

Bo Xiqi gently wiped the tears off her face with his fingers, and chuckled lightly: "Thankfully, Xiao Yi'er is not here today, otherwise she would pull me every day and ask her mother who she is, and whether I should go back to her, maybe A crybaby, right?"

Qing Yu immediately pursed her lips, turned her face away, and snorted.

The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time finally dissipated a lot.

Bo Xiqiu didn't say anything else, walked to the tea table beside the bed, made tea himself, and after a while, the room was filled with the fragrance of tea.

Qing Yu finally calmed down the restlessness in his heart, and put the guqin on the table beside him.

"Brother, can you tell me what's going on now? You know Xi Rong's, right? But I still can't figure it out. Even though you are from the same clan, you are obviously so far behind... But if it wasn't for you, he How did you know my name?"

Qing Yu knew that if Bo Xiqiu didn't want to tell her the truth, it would be meaningless for her to ask any more. She stared straight at Bao Xiqiu: "Brother, he died for me, do you know? If you don't Tell me, I may never get over this hurdle."

Bo Xiqiu looked at her for a moment, then waved to her, signaling her to sit down.

Qing Yu went to sit across from the tea table, and Bo Xijuan handed him a cup of tea, let it sit for a while, it was lukewarm, just right.

Qing Yu was holding the teacup, but her eyes were still on Bo Xiqiu, and she didn't move away.

"Xuxu, let's not talk about the past, Ah Rong, he has been in the nineteenth floor of hell for a full 60 years. He has seen at least thirty times of destruction. What does it mean?"

"A person is dead, and his heart is also dead. He died a long time ago."

Qingyu's fingers tightened slightly. When Xirong told her, she didn't realize what Xirong had experienced.

When she met Mu Fei for the first time, Mu Fei said, that little bald man would never work with them no matter what.

She never understood why.

Thinking about it now, I understand.

Xi Rong should have been in the crowd as Xiao Yu all the time, but he had never had a close relationship with anyone.

Because he can't.

He knows that in a short time, everything he cares about will disappear and everyone he cares about will die. He can't stop it and can't stop it. His mission is to watch one wave of people come, watch them die, and then watch another wave of people Come on, he can't give birth to the slightest compassion.

Not at all.

(End of this chapter)