Her hair was as red as fire, her cloak was scarlet, her silver uniform was stained with blood, and she held a black spear with gold patterns.
Chaohai City is directly under the jurisdiction of Yanguan Mountain.
He was covered in blood and seemed utterly desperate as the tentacles hurtling towards the city.
Shen Fuguang carried Xiao Changle and landed behind him.
Yan Guanshan turned his head and looked at him with unfamiliar eyes, clearly not recognizing him.
At this moment, Shen Fuguang felt a chill in his hand supporting Xiao Changle's bottom and thought to himself: I've already used my special ability to block out the cold, so why can't it still warm up?
So, what was originally meant to be a greeting became: "Brother, do you have an extra piece of clothing?"
"...Huh?" Yan Guanshan looked completely bewildered.
Shen Fuguang held his baby, still feeling the joy in his heart, and his tone was light and cheerful.
He rubbed Xiao Chang Le's soft bottom, looking lovingly at her little face that was squeezed out of shape against his chest, and said, "Your bottom is cold. I'm afraid the child will freeze to death before we even get there."
This was obviously a joke, but Yan Guanshan took it seriously and felt that the stay-at-home dad in front of him was extremely unreliable.
It's one thing to dress a child in open-crotch pants in the dead of winter, but now that we're all trying to escape, why are you taking your baby out for a walk in the street!
Therefore, Shen Fuguang's skillful movements in wrapping up Xiao Changle appeared "rough and careless" to Yan Guanshan because they were too smooth.
He then advised the "father and daughter" to leave.
Shen Fuguang was taken aback by his address of "your daughter," looked down at Xiao Changle, pursed his lips, suppressed his frustration, and said nothing.
Completely unexpectedly, after he revealed Yan Guanshan's identity, this person said something even more outrageous:
"You...you've stooped so low as to sell children?"
Shen Fuguang couldn't help but blurt out, "Bullshit! This is my man!"
Yan Guanshan's misunderstanding deepened: "I wish you happiness as a father."
Shen Fuguang was speechless, knowing that there was no way to explain it. He couldn't very well tell him that the child was his wife, could he? Wouldn't that be even more perverted?
He abandoned his attempts to argue and instead got down to business. Chaohai City was already hopeless; Yan Guanshan's stubborn defense was pointless.
As he spoke, he noticed Xiao Changle's body and knew that staying in one position for too long was uncomfortable, so he had her lean on his shoulder and put one hand around her back as he continued talking.
After Yan Guanshan left in a hurry, tentacles came crashing down from behind him like a tidal wave.
Shen Fuguang was furious at those who had disturbed Lele's recuperation. He lightly leaped into the air, took a step, and fell, his toes nailing to the tentacle, suppressing it step by step with irresistible force.
"Bang—bang—"
The tentacles crushed the building, smashed the ground, and were finally embedded into the ground by that foot, falling apart.
He crushed the tentacle with one foot, and judging the movements of the remaining defenders in the city, he turned and left.
After leaving Chaohai City, he stayed for several days in Shuicheng, a nearby city that had not been affected by the disaster.
After several days of tender care, and once the disaster was under control, Shen Fuguang put Xiao Changle back into the cabin and fell asleep again.
District Nine is under great attention, and it is not safe for Xiao Changle to go back with him. Such a disaster is unlikely to happen again in the short term, and the energy brought by the extraterrestrial aliens is actually suitable for her recovery.
And so, after their brief reunion, Xiao Changle fell asleep again, while Shen Fuguang returned to the Ninth District to guard and wait.
The only things that kept him were the old things that survived, including the longevity lock that Chang Le had worn since birth, which was broken after the accident but was repaired by him.
He guarded these old things, and he also guarded someone who might never return.
Then there was another long blank space.
Chang Le felt uneasy watching from this side of the wall.
Fu Guang has been waiting for her for over two hundred years.
Even a body tempered by bloodline power and cultivation is still subject to torture after hundreds of years.
Undoubtedly, even though his lifespan is longer than that of ordinary people, Shen Fuguang is still declining.
Therefore, when the energy inside the underground capsule was completely consumed and the person inside unconsciously triggered their spatial abilities to leave, Shen Fuguang, who was recuperating in seclusion thousands of miles away, did not sense it.
After missing her, Xiao Changle woke up on her own, like a newborn baby arriving in a new world hundreds of years later.
The little princess, who grew up in a beautiful world, lost her radiance during this period unnoticed by anyone.
...
It was late summer of 375.
A little girl of about four years old appeared out of nowhere on the street in Shuicheng.
There are plenty of homeless people, and she didn't attract any attention.
A kind old woman walked by and saw a little girl wrapped in a blanket by the roadside. She threw two pieces of old clothes she had collected to her and left.
Another homeless woman came over, parted her clothes, took a fancy to the fine, soft blanket, and reached out to grab it.
"Hmm?" Xiao Changle woke up at this moment and saw the unfamiliar, dirty woman in front of him. He was instinctively afraid and instinctively sought a response.
She instinctively grabbed the woman's hand, but the woman, who was already trying to steal it, was startled and flung her away, snatching the blanket instead.
Xiao Changle narrowly escaped death by falling into a pile of garbage, but the overwhelming malice filled the completely blank little guy with immense fear.
That was the first impression the world left on Chang Le, a newborn.
The initial goodwill was shattered by unwarranted malice.
Four-year-old Chang Le has no memory of anything except his own name, but he is already able to instinctively survive.
She picked up the clothes and put them on. Ill-fitting clothes could never be neat, but subconsciously she felt that clothes should be worn properly.
But that's secondary; the most urgent things are drinking water when thirsty and eating when hungry.
She was starving.
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