Yao Yue was startled and quickened her pace. When she saw the scene in the room clearly, she couldn't help but utter a sound of surprise.

"Your hair..."

All of Mingyu's hair turned snow-white, and each of her three thousand black hairs was stained with silver frost. They were translucent white and hung on her black clothes. One was black and the other was white, very vivid.

Mingyu smiled nonchalantly, without even looking at his hair, and shushed softly, signaling for both of them to lower their voices, "Huan Lang, I just fell asleep."

Huan Lang was nestled quietly in a small ball on the bed. No obvious changes could be seen, but his breathing became longer and stronger, and he was no longer as weak as before.

Mingyu stood up and walked outside, walking steadily. It seemed that the change in hair color made no difference to him. As he walked, his snow-like hair added a different kind of charm to his charming face.

The next morning, Huan Lang woke up.

Seeing Yao Yue guarding the bedside, Huan Lang's round eyes were filled with tears and he softly called out, "Mother."

Yao Yue's heart trembled at Huan Lang's extremely soft mother's call.

Yao Yue held him in her arms and gently touched Huan Lang's furry head.

Huan Lang lay very comfortably in Yao Yue's arms. The tips of his ears moved and he looked around, as if he was looking for something.

"Your sister Huan will come over to see you later."

Yao Yue thought Huan Lang wanted to see Yan Huan, who had loved him since childhood.

Huan Lang didn't say a word. He was seriously ill, and it was obvious that his body was not fully recovered. But after a while, he lay in Yao Yue's arms again, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Huan Lang had been lying in bed for more than half a month, and his health felt better.

He was at a lively age and could stay in Yao Yue's arms all day at first, but as time passed, he stretched his neck and looked at the scenery outside eagerly, with a look of yearning on his face.

Yao Yue shook her head, determined not to allow it, and personally fed him the medicine Ming Yu sent and watched him drink up every bit of it before leaving with peace of mind.

In Linyuan, the wife of the fallen immortal Vulcan was in pain for three days and three nights, and gave the Vulcan a son. The happy Vulcan arranged a hundred tables of flowing water banquets.

The God of Fire was Huan Lang's master, and Yao Yue went to the banquet in person to congratulate him. While he was sitting at the banquet, suddenly a ball of softness jumped onto his lap. When he lowered his head, he saw two white ears twitching.

The hair ball is exactly Huan Lang who should be recuperating in bed.

Huan Lang's fleshy claws grasped Yao Yue's sleeves.

As if he knew it was wrong to get out of bed secretly, his empty mountain-colored eyes were filled with mist, and there was a soft water in his eyes.

First admit your mistake and ask for punishment.

But how could Yaoyue punish her?

When Yao Yue was about to say something to him, the God of Fire already came to Yao Yue's seat with a drink in one hand.

"Lord Zangetsu, thank you for coming."

Vulcan's face was filled with joy, and even his beard could not hide his joy. Huan Lang shouted, "Master Vulcan, show me what your little boy looks like."

Vulcan laughed and said, "Master Huanlang, you are here too."

Huan Lang propped his two fleshy paws on the table, sticking out his little buttocks and looking at the little baby in Vulcan's lowered arms.

"It looks good! It's cute!"

Vulcan's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Huan Lang nodded and affirmed firmly, "It's really good-looking. You can tell from one look that he will be as powerful as Master Vulcan when he grows up."

Huan Lang's mouth felt as if it had been smeared with honey. The God of Fire was elated when he heard this. He lifted the child in his arms and kissed him several times. The sound shocked the sleeping baby, who immediately burst into tears.

Vulcan panicked again, and hurriedly coaxed her, sweating with anxiety. Finally Vulcan's wife came out, hugged the child and coaxed her a few words in a low voice, and the child finally calmed down.

On the way back, Huan Lang lay on Yao Yue's shoulder, his head hanging down, listless.

Yao Yue felt his loss and asked him what happened, but he shook his head and said, "It's okay."

He looked like he wanted to speak but was hesitant to speak.

Yao Yue found it funny. He could only say something was wrong on his face. How could he be okay?

At night, Huan Lang, who had just recovered, felt cold all over again.

When Yao Yue heard the news from the attendant, she immediately got out of bed and ran to the Qingbo Palace next door. She picked up Huan Lang and used Water Escape to quickly reach the stream in the Xiangxue Sea.

In the setting sun, the man's silver hair resembles the white snow on the Kunlun Mountains that has lasted for millions of years. His back is covered in pure ink. The strong contrast almost burns the sight, a powerful and cruel beauty.

Yao Yue just took a step forward. When Mingyu heard the movement, she turned around and raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Look, Huan Lang is as cold as before."

She moved very quickly, eager to put Huan Lang, who was holding tightly in her arms, into his arms, but she accidentally tripped on the steps at the bottom and threw herself into his arms.

Mingyu's hand held her firmly.

"Don't rush."

Strong arms lifted her up, and the magnetic low voice inexplicably calmed her turbulent heart.

Mingyu carried Huan Lang in, and she waited in the cubicle.

There was a plate of peach blossom cakes and stuffed lily honey juice placed on the round table outside, which she loved to eat.

Before Mingyu went in, he asked her to use something first and she would be fine soon.

After three cups of tea, Yao Yue couldn't sit still anymore and rushed into the inner room. The previous seal became very weak and she broke the forbidden spell very easily.

On the bed, Mingyu was kneeling beside the bed, seemingly unconscious.

Yao Yue walked over and reached out to pick up Huan Lang, who was also sleeping together on the bed. His tentacles were warm and his breathing was long and regular, which showed that he was temporarily healed.

I originally wanted to lift my feet and leave, but Mingyu's figure kneeling beside the bed was too sparse, with his silver hair spread behind his back, and the silver light was very dazzling.

Yao Yue went forward and helped him to the couch.

He was obviously much lighter.

Such words came out of Yao Yue's heart inexplicably.

When covering Mingyu with quilt, Yao Yue's eyes were suddenly attracted by a very thin blood mark between his wrists.

She leaned over and took a closer look. She pinched the wound with her hand and squeezed hard. Sure enough, there were blood drops slowly oozing out. It was obvious that the wound was new.

Yao Yue looked at Ming Yu with a complicated expression, and after thinking about it, she might as well let Huan Lang live in Xiangxuehai for a month or two. If something happens next time, Huan Lang cannot be sent away in time.

Go here.

When Mingyu woke up, it was already early the next morning.

"Why are you still here?"

Yao Yue was sitting by the bed, carefully checking Huan Lang's body temperature.

"In the future, I plan to live here with Huan Lang."

Mingyu sat up and was supporting his forehead with his hands. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Yao Yue.
Chapter completed!