This time, the little kid's face was nothing to do with Zhao Yun, but he was born exactly the same as Ye Chen, which made him look at it and think he was looking in the mirror.

What to do, my hands are still itchy.

Mr. Ye’s expression showed this very well.

It is a blessing that the heavens are not here, otherwise they will definitely be relieved.

Even if you look at your own face, your hands are so itchy. It shows that you, Ye Chen, are so unpopular. Just take out one and you want to beat you up!

Nonsense.

At the critical moment, the Tenth Emperor of Great Chu was still very reliable and he was always watching. He understood that the little kid grew up to Zhao Yun, but it became very strange that he grew up to him.

ah...!

When he looked, Xiaowa suddenly roared, and he should have used all his strength to roar to the sky, and was angry and sad. Every sound came from his soul.

Ummm...!

After that, the little kid's sobs were kneeling there, like a humble prisoner, with long messy hair covering half of his face and crying.

That is eternal tears, and what shines is the light of vicissitudes of life.

Ye Chen was silent. Xiaowa cried so much that he seemed to empathize with him. His soul also felt a burst of pain. He subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes and it was already wet.

What's wrong with this?

At this moment, an unprecedented confusion filled Ye Chen's mood.

Suspicious fog, too much suspicious fog.

If Zhao Yun has something to do with the little kid, then he will not be able to do with the little kid. Otherwise, there would be so many people, why did they become them because of eternity?

Hahaha...!

The little kid was like crazy, howling and crying, and then laughing loudly. The more he laughed, the more tears in his eyes, I don’t know whether it was crying or laughing, but he was like a madman.

It left, disheveled, like a soulless person, and like a corpse, never drinking or drunk, but walked shaking all the way.

Ye Chen followed silently. Since childhood, he saw his back and Zhao Yun’s, one crying and one laughing, and the other crying.

Gradually, he couldn't keep up with the little kid's pace.

It left the universe again, and was still so crazy. Through the barrier of the universe, it seemed that he could hear his crying and laughter. In conjunction with the eternal song that suddenly sounded, it intertwined into a burial song. Ye Chen couldn't help but burst into tears.

Since then, he has not seen his little kid again for eight hundred years.

And that eternal song has not played again in these eight hundred years.

Ye Chen was still waiting for the piano sound, but he had not learned it yet; he was also waiting for the little kid, but had not yet figured out its identity, and came to the most original time and space. His originally clear mind was filled with a layer of confusion and hazy confusion.
Chapter completed!