Heavenly Star Chapter 392

Chapter 392

(look at this chapter. Those who cry are people with temperament, those who laugh are pure men, and those who cry and laugh... Are psychosis.)
Ye Wuchen's hand pressed on the ice wall, and the power of Wuchen slowly penetrated inward through the dark ice. But at the moment when the power was about to touch the body of Yanzhi dream, ye Wuchen retreated. He took back his power, hung his hand powerlessly, and stood there quietly... His power of Wuchen can heal all kinds of wounds and restore the life of a dying person. However, the life breath of Yanzhi dream is too weak. If he applies the power of Wuchen to her, it is very likely that he will not only save her, but also destroy her last life breath.
Life
In the dark world, the word "life" is repeated in ye Wuchen's heart - among the three fate elements of life, death and soul, the life element that can give people a breath of life and even bring back the dead!
This is the only way to save her.
However, the existence of life elements in Tianchen continent is not a common sense. In their cognition, only the seven natural elements, how can there be the existence of people who practice the power of life. And ye Wuchen has no power of life.
The purest and strongest place of life elements is the pure natural area with flowers and plants everywhere, but people who can manipulate the power of life may not exist in Tianchen continent.
Ye Wuchen turned around and left there with a thick heart.
Zhimeng, waiting for me... Your life has changed because of me, so I will use my life to make you not regret.
A slight dizziness suddenly came from his head. Ye Wuchen was alert from confusion. Only then did he realize that his strength was losing slowly. Moreover, the rate of loss seemed to be accelerating. Although the range was very small, it was indeed accelerating. How could he be insensitive to his own power.
Along the direction of the loss of power, his consciousness swam to the small body close to her in front of his chest. Her body is very small and light. She can hardly feel her weight in her arms except the warmth of her soul. Ye Wuchen's consciousness was cut off in his search. He didn't explore anything again for fear of disturbing his daughter who seemed to have fallen into deep sleep in his arms.
She is absorbing her strength
Sichen's extraordinary spirit was entrenched in his heart from the moment their father and daughter met. She had no vision, hearing and language, but she appeared in front of him like a miracle when he just landed on the snow in front of the snow girl palace. Then she climbed to his feet to keep his body, never let go, and fell safely in his arms and refused to get up. Like a dream, it's hard to believe.
However, is it really only because of the family ties connected by blood that causes the strong turbulence in your heart and soul... But why, when you first met sichen, you had a very distant sense of familiarity... And why is that kind of vague, similar to the great surprise and palpitation of reunion after a long separation
Sichen... No matter why, don't say you need my strength. Even if it's my life, what's not... My daughter, ye Wuchen, can't be comparable to the daughter of ordinary people. You'll give your father a big surprise, right?
His footsteps suddenly stopped at the moment when he left the cold palace, because the distant sense of familiarity suddenly magnified countless times. The source was the thought in his chest.
At the same time, a warm white light completely wrapped sichen's body, turned her small body into a snow-white luminous body, and completely attracted the sight of Xuefei Yan and Xiaomo.
"What is this?" The snow imperial concubine Yan came forward and showed her rare amazement on her charming face, staring at sichen in the white light. And sichen's eyes, which had been closed all the time, opened quietly at this moment. She grabbed ye Wuchen's clothes and raised her head. Her big black eyes looked at ye Wuchen's face and blinked several times.
In the darkness, he felt himself being watched by two beams of pure and flawless eyes. Ye Wuchen touched sichen's face and gently called, "sichen..."
"Dad... Dad..."
Two tender, tender and sweet words like the first cry of a yellow warbler came from the opening and closing pink lips, like the sound of nature from a day away, into the ears of the three people... Ye Wuchen's whole body was shocked, Xuefei Yan and Xiaomo were completely stunned, and the time seemed to be fixed at this moment.
Dreams?
If it's a dream, why is the sound and touch so real.
If it's not a dream, why is everything so unreal? Unreal people can't believe it at all.
"Dad..."
"Dad... Dad..."
A soft and smooth little hand playfully touched ye Wuchen's face, and a pair of bright eyes constantly swam on every organ on his face. In his mouth, they constantly released the dreamy crisp and tender sound.
She made a voice, which obviously had lost her ability to speak - for Xuefei Yan and Xiaomo, sichen was a miraculous voice, while for ye Wuchen, the sound was more than ten million times stronger than his inner shock.
She shouted... Dad
In Tianchen mainland, children usually call their parents father and mother, and father... Is the name of their father in the Chinese land where he was born!! She doesn't have hearing. It's impossible for someone to teach her to speak, let alone teach her to say "Dad"... Is it a coincidence? Or a miracle brought to him by his daughter.
"Sichen... Sichen has spoken. She can speak." Snow imperial concubine Yan, a goblin like woman, was excited and incoherent in shock and great surprise at this moment. At this time, the little face that had been looking at ye Wuchen slowly turned around and faced her. She got along with her four eyes. Xuefei Yan suddenly saw a pair of bright eyes like star diamonds. In those eyes, she had never seen the brilliance.
"Snow... Aunt..." she waved her little hand and showed a sweet smile on her tender face.
Aunt Xue
The shock that this voice brought to Xuefei Yan was many times greater than her simple voice. She was as ignorant as ye Wuchen, like falling into a dream.
She clearly can't hear the voice, and Xuexin snow dance will never teach her the title of "Aunt Xue". Why
And her eyes... Don't they
Sichen's eyes moved again and fell on Xiaomo, who had been looking at her curiously. Sichen's lips moved slightly and shouted sweetly in a young voice: "Xiaomo... Sister..."
This time, even Xiaomo stayed there.
Since coming to the snow girl palace, ye Wuchen has never mentioned Xiaomo's name. When Xuefei Yan asked her name, she just pointed to ye Wuchen and replied, "he is my father". Why does she know Xiaomo's name and why?
Sichen was picked up by Ye Wuchen and looked at her with joy and laughter. He enjoyed the feeling of being watched in the dark. He asked softly in a trembling voice: "sichen, my daughter, can you see... Dad?"
"I can see... Dad."
Instead of letting ye Wuchen wait, sichen gave him an answer that shocked him and Xuefei Yan.
"Is this a miracle from the snow God?" Snow imperial concubine Yan stared at sichen's eyes, still wet in her eyes, and was covered by thick water mist again. Miracles, besides these two words, what else can explain what she saw and heard at the moment. Slowly, she wanted to hold sichen in her arms, hold her tightly, and then vent her depression in the past three years.
Because of her, sichen was born. But she was born with cruelty that ordinary people can't imagine. She didn't dare to think about what a terrible world would be without sound, color, taste and smell. Every time she thought of it, her guilt would tear her heart like pain. She was in vain as a snow girl called "the best doctor in the world", but she couldn't save her mother and make her a normal girl. She even felt ashamed to stay by her side and look at her. She was the culprit who brought her so much pain.
Now, in her father's arms, she suddenly spoke and let her see the most beautiful eyes in the world. She can finally put down the huge stone like guilt in her heart and become her "snow aunt".
She believed that the miracle was brought about by the arrival of Ye Wuchen and the miracle jointly created by their father and daughter.
"Sichen... My daughter..."
His heart was completely disturbed. In front of his daughter, he found that his words were so scarce. He didn't know whether he should laugh or hurt at this time. He could only gently call his daughter with a voice from the bottom of his heart.
My daughter... My eyes are open, but why can't I see my daughter
Vision... A minute or a few seconds, please let me see my daughter, even a glance
In my heart, I shouted madly in the surge. He has never been as eager to restore his vision as at this moment, nor has he hated his eyes as much as at this moment.
His daughter was close at hand. He held her in his arms and listened to her call, but he couldn't see her. In the world, what is more sad than this?
"Look at mom... Mom, look at mom..."
The dancing little hand pointed to the palace gate they had just walked out of“ "Mother" is another word that shakes ye Wuchen's heart, because this is the name for his mother in the world where he was born. There are no such names as "father" and "mother" in this world.
"OK, dad will take you to see your mother right away..." ye Wuchen turned around, carefully accelerated his steps, walked to the place she had just left along the direction in his memory, and took her to see her mother she had never met. Snow imperial concubine Yan stood still for a long time before she hurriedly followed her.
Ye Wuchen held sichen and stood in front of the ice wall of the frozen Yanzhi dream again. Separated by a thick layer of ice, sichen's eyes fell on her mother. She stopped smiling. Just now, her happy little face appeared sad to cry. Gently, she whispered in a voice with a slight crying cavity: "Mom, mom..."
The beautiful fairy like woman lying there with her eyes closed is her mother. She and her mother have always been in the first place, but this is the first time she sees her mother, just as she sees her father for the first time today. I saw my family reunite in this cold, quiet place where no outsiders would disturb me.