Bei Yan truly lived up to the evaluation Bei Zhan gave her.
Stubborn, stubborn to the death.
No matter how Bei Feng and Bei Zhan tried to persuade her, she just bit her lip and refused to speak.
Sometimes, if you go too far with your advice, Bei Yan will look at you with misty eyes.
Her eyes were moist, as if she could show them to you the next second if you said just one more word.
Bei Zhan and Bei Feng had no choice but to give up trying to persuade Bei Yan, thinking that Jun Lin wouldn't return to the demon realm anyway, and let her go.
Inside the palace.
After Bei Yan planted the seventieth crabapple seed, a drop of sweet spring water condensed and dripped into the pit, he stared blankly at the pit.
Today is the seventieth day...
The demon realm was originally bathed in clear skies, but the next second dark clouds gathered, thunder rumbled, and a storm was brewing.
Bei Zhan, who was reviewing memorials in his study, paused with a sigh as he held the wolf-hair brush.
He put down his pen, stood up, walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the dark, cloud-covered sky, his eyes filled with a complex expression.
Bei Feng, who was training demon soldiers at the training ground, looked at the strange change in the sky and his face suddenly darkened.
"Damn King's Landing! You better pray I never see you again!"
Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!
grass!
He threw down the black iron arrow in his hand and flew towards the palace where Bei Yan lived.
They left behind a group of demon soldiers who looked at each other in bewilderment.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know either."
"Shut up, everyone, continue!" At the deputy general's command, everyone fell silent and continued practicing.
As soon as Bei Feng landed, the demon servants from the Bei Yan Palace came to greet him.
Where is my little sister?
Bei Feng's face was dark, and he exuded a terrifying aura of ferocity.
The demon servant trembled and quickly replied, "Your Highness, the princess is in the garden."
The word "garden" had barely left his lips when he felt a gust of wind blow by, and when he looked up again, Bei Feng was nowhere to be seen.
When Bei Feng arrived at the garden, his gaze fell upon that slender figure, and his eyes, which were filled with anger, were now filled with unbearable heartache.
All that could be seen was the little girl who used to strut around the Dragon Palace, acting arrogantly, playing around, and laughing without a care in the world.
At this moment, she sits alone in the corner of the small garden, staring blankly at a newly buried mound of earth, her eyes red and swollen.
Bei Feng felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and quickly stepped forward to stand in front of Bei Yan.
The familiar combat boots came into view. Bei Yan sniffed, trying to calm himself down.
He called out softly, "Big Brother."
His voice was muffled, tinged with a hoarse sob.
He had originally intended to reprimand her, but Bei Yan's shout made him swallow the words that were stuck in his throat.
He sighed, bent down, reached out and hugged Bei Yan, gently patting Bei Yan's back.
"If you want to cry, then cry. Don't hold it in, Dad won't blame you."
The tears and emotions that had been held back burst forth uncontrollably after her older brother comforted her.
She collapsed into Bei Feng's arms, tears streaming down her face as if she wanted to release all her emotions.
At the same time, a torrential rain fell in the demon realm, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Bei Zhan, who was standing with his back to the window, shook his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally, she cried.
He was afraid that if he kept it in any longer, his daughter would drive him crazy.
The Celestial Realm.
Locking Immortal Platform.
Junlin sat in the center of the platform, dressed in a silver-white robe, his silver eyelids closed, and around him was a barrier that emitted a faint golden light.
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