The Flame’s Daughter Chapter 33: Ending

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In the mountains surrounded by white mist all year round.

There is a bamboo house.

The bamboo house is verdant and green, with white and pink wildflowers blooming around the house, and yellow-green and jade-feathered birds are flying around in the forest.

"Do you want to go in?" Huang Cong asked Xuanhuang softly in the dense woods outside the bamboo house. They searched for eleven months before they found here.

At this time, the world is tentatively determined.

The emperor passed the throne to King Jingyang. The Dark River Palace completely disappeared from the world. Lievolcano Village and the World Without Blade City were also hit hard. On the contrary, Jiangnan Pilimen rose in the martial arts at an alarming speed. But as Zhan Feng returned to Lie Huo Zhuang, the situation has undergone new changes.

Zhan Feng is more terrifying than before. His faint curly hair seemed to be covered with frost, his eyes were cold and stern, and the icy air on his body was suffocating. On the first day he returned to Lievolcano Village, Yi Lang mysteriously disappeared, and no one knew what happened.

The forces of Liehuochuangzhuang under the leadership of Zhan Feng quickly recovered, confronting each other from north to south at Pilimen in the south of the Yangtze River.

The rivers and lakes, there is no permanent peace.

Smoky smoke rises from the bamboo house.

A soft laugh came from inside.

Yu Zihan smiled and sat in the wheelchair, watching the busy work in front of the stove.

Her forehead is full of sweat, her cheeks are red, and the sun shines on the tips of her slightly messy hair, which is golden and transparent. She stuck her tongue out and turned to look at him: "Are you hungry? It will be fine soon, wait a minute!"

He smiled and shook his head: "I'm not hungry." With that, he beckoned to her to let her come to him. Ruge squatted down on his knees, raised his head, and asked with concern: "What? Is it uncomfortable?"

At the battle in the valley that day, when she woke up, she found that the snow had disappeared and only a piece of snow-white clothes remained on the ground. She originally wanted to go with the snow, but Yu Zihan, who lost her martial arts, her eyesight, hearing, and her legs, finally stayed in her wheelchair.

Yu Zihan was extremely ill at the time.

There have been countless times, she thought he would never hold on to the next day.

However, gradually, he got better. Moreover, his eyes, ears and voice miraculously recovered.

It should be a miracle, I thought gratefully.

Yu Zihan took out a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a faint smile: "Don't be too tired. It doesn't matter if you don't eat breakfast."

Ru Ge glared at him: "Nonsense! How can I skip meals! I really don't know who cares for my body!"

He coughed slightly and smiled.

"Laughing! I'll punish you later!" She glared at him viciously.

"Good."

"Punish you to eat four biscuits!"

"Good."

She thinks about it: "Punish you to make biscuits with me!"

"Good."

So easy to agree? Is not fun. "Punish you to sing to me!"

"...good."

Yu Zihan smiled bitterly. He sang badly. Ruge clapped his hands and laughed, that's right, it's funny to see him embarrassed.

Hear joyous laughter in the bamboo house.

Huang Cong couldn't help smiling too.

Xuan Huang turned and walked towards the depths of the woods, whispering: "Go back, don't disturb them."

The hot biscuits are out!

Ru Ge took a deep breath of the aroma of sesame seeds and smiled triumphantly: "The sesame seeds I made are unparalleled in the world. They are delicious and crispy. Brother, you haven't tasted them for a long time."

Yu Zihan smiled softly: "It really smells good."

"Yes, huh," she put a biscuits into his hand, "Hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

He looked down at the biscuits:

"However, if it's just biscuits, there seems to be something missing."

"Huh?" She was confused.

He took out a scarlet thing from his arms, pinched it between his fingers, and lightly traced it. Golden biscuits, beauty in the reddish mist. The beauty is like the moon, the beauty is like the snow, the posture is charming, but the look is dignified. Reflecting the golden background, it is simple and graceful, which makes one can't help but look and look again.

The smile on his lips is light and beautiful:

"Girl, biscuits are beautiful like this."

Ruge stared at him suspiciously:

"Who are you—who are you?!"