Asura Song, Slaughtering the World for Nine Days
  • In a pleasant valley of flowers, a silver-haired allure woman was holding a little girl. The little girl was very cute, with long blue hair tied around her waist. It seemed that they were mother and daughter. A big doll composed of tens of thousands of flowers, it is said that this is his father.
  • That's right, this woman is Gu Yuena, and the blue-haired woman is Gu Yuena's child. It seems that she has changed her name and is now called Huo Xi, which means that she hopes to happen.
  • About a year ago, Huo Yuhao and Huochuang used their body as a sacrifice and their soul as a stage, exhausted their strength, and resurrected Huo Yuhao's children and former friends. And, for them to create such a beautiful valley as a residence.
  • "Xixi, hug Dad." Gu Yuena smiled slightly and touched Huo Xi's little head. Huo Xi pouted, swayed and walked over, gently stroking the little flowers one after another, looking different and tender.
  • "Really... I don't know when this * will be back..."
  • But at that moment, she seemed to feel a familiar aura...
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  • On the stove, Tang Wutong was busy doing day after day's work. She was pampered on weekdays and didn't call, but it was an inexplicable enjoyment for her. When she was cooking, it seemed that Huo Yuhao was there to help him, but every time she received the ingredients, she turned her head, it was either her mother or other sisters...
  • "Yuhao... I missed you... come back... make me grilled fish again... No matter what, I can't make your taste."
  • At this moment, she seemed to smell a familiar fragrance.
  • Perhaps because of the scene and the people, everyone thought of Huo Yuhao in the past, and was guided by something... to a familiar place.
  • It was... a hut that had never been seen before.
  • "Where is this?" Xiao Wu was slightly taken aback and knocked on the door.
  • A scent came from the door, a hurried footsteps came, and then, the door was opened.
  • The blue-haired boy was looking at them with a smile on his face, his hands were still busy working, roasting a pot of fish.
  • Almost instantly, they cried, but with laughter, their hearts were as clear as the sun.
  • "I'm back..." The voice chuckled.
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