"elder brother."
Sang Yinuo seemed to hear someone calling him. The voice was very familiar. He turned around and the scene in front of him suddenly turned. At the bottom of the Wangchuan River, in a coffin, Zhao Zhao was smiling obediently and waving at him in front of his mother's blood-red coffin.
Feeling panicked for no apparent reason, Sang Yinuo shouted, "Stand still, my brother is coming!"
He hurried towards Zhao Zhao, but the man who had been standing there obediently suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on his face, staining it red. Zhao Zhao was about to fall, and Sang Yinuo raised his hand to catch it, but only touched nothingness.
He looked up blankly, but there was no Zhao Zhao figure in front of him.
He flung his sleeves, looked around for Zhao Zhao without caring about his image, and shouted, "Zhao Zhao! Zhao Zhao!!"
"Brother, I'm here!" A clear and ethereal voice came from the air.
Sang Yinuo looked up, then suddenly looked down. He saw that the blood-red coffin beside him had been opened. He stepped forward stiffly and was shocked to see that lying inside was...
Zhao Zhao!
In the Young Emperor's Palace, Sang Yinuo suddenly sat up, gasping for breath. He raised his hands tremblingly and covered his head tightly. Suddenly, he threw back the quilt and stood up.
Thinking about the scene in his dream, Sang Yinuo was very panicked. He had only one thought in his mind: he wanted to go see Zhao Zhao.
Palace of the Underworld Emperor.
Hades was sleeping soundly while holding Zhao Zhao in his arms, when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulders and shook him hard. Hades didn't even open his eyes, but raised his hand and slapped the person, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly!" Needless to say, no one except Sang Yinuo would dare to be so disrespectful to him.
"I'll take Zhao Zhao away." Sang Yinuo pried open the Emperor of the Underworld's hands and was about to take Zhao Zhao out of the quilt.
The Hades held him down and lazily opened his eyes. "You came here in the middle of the night just to pick up Zhao Zhao?"
"Hey, why are your eyes so red?"
The King of Hell discovered something extraordinary, sat up, and took out the night pearl to illuminate himself.
Sang Yinuo moved a little further away, with an evil look on his face, "Zhao Zhao, give it to me~" His resentful voice was like an evil ghost demanding his life.
The Hades got goosebumps from being stared at by him. He didn't know what stimulated him. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Sang Yinuo's head, "Baby, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"I want Zhao Zhao." Sang Yinuo suppressed his surging emotions and wanted to hug Zhao Zhao again.
This time, the Emperor of Hell did not stop him. He watched their departing backs and wondered, what is he sad about?
This time, Sang Yinuo took Zhao Zhao to another room. Holding his little body in his arms, his panicked heart slowly calmed down.
She looked at his sleeping face calmly, and reached out to feel his pulse from time to time. The dream left such a big shadow on him that he didn't dare to close his eyes.
When Zhao Zhao woke up at noon, he found that he was in Sang Yinuo's arms. Apparently, Sang Yinuo had taken him in in the middle of the night when he was not paying attention.
Zhao Zhao, who didn't know what happened last night, raised his hand to pry open Sang Yinuo's eyelids, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "Brother, get up."
Not only did Sang Yinuo not wake up, but after hearing his voice, his frown relaxed and he slept more comfortably.
Zhao Zhao: ...
Seeing that he really had no intention of waking up, Zhao Zhao planned to get up first. However, as soon as she left Sang Yinuo's arms, he grabbed her wrist unconsciously.
He pulled hard.
In an instant, Zhao Zhao, who had stood up, fell down, and his head collided with Sang Yinuo's head with a "bang" sound.
Sang Yinuo woke up and found a big bump on Zhaozhao's head.
"Brother, is your head made of iron?" Zhao Zhao said with red eyes and aggrieved.
Sang Yinuo's hazy eyes suddenly became clear. He raised his hand and placed it on Zhao Zhao's head. A halo flashed and the pain disappeared instantly.
His face was filled with guilt, "I'm sorry Zhao Zhao."
Zhao Zhao touched his head curiously and said, "It's okay, brother. I don't feel any pain anymore."
Sang Yinuo still looked dazed, staring at his face in a daze. Zhao Zhao waved in front of him, trying to bring him back to his senses, but unexpectedly, Sang Yinuo immediately grabbed his wrist.
"Baby, don't wave your hands anymore. I, your brother, can't stand this stimulation." Sang Yinuo said with a forced smile.
Zhao Zhao:?
Brother, you are so weird today.
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