Small ash charcoal's pace is very smart, as silent as a cat, which greatly reduces the risk of meeting monsters. In this dark night, many monsters look for hunting targets from the sound of footsteps and the slight vibration from the ground.

In addition, small ash charcoal has a strong mental power to help not small, for the sharp sense of danger, let her unconsciously avoid a lot of danger, this is the discovery that two people follow up all the way.

With a thin and light body method, they came back with no danger. When they got to the place less than two kilometers away from the mine, ye Chen and Honglian didn't intend to wait any longer. After they told the person in charge to go back, they turned into the parents of small ashes by magic, and immediately met them.

"Little ash charcoal!"

Far away, the two people eagerly waved and yelled, and rushed forward. Even though they had been following the protection in the dark, the hot feeling of wanting to see each other immediately was not reduced.

"Dad Mother

Small ash charcoal surprised slightly raised his head, seems unable to believe that two people will go out so far to find her.

Honglian rushes up quickly, and before she can speak, she pours on it and gives her a memory to kill her sister in her arms. She hugs her petite and thin body in her arms.

"You fool, where have you been? We are worried to death!"

With a choking voice, Honglian seems to punish the small ash charcoal general, forcefully hoops her tightly, moist eyes like collapsing dike general tears.

Although I knew her whereabouts and what she had done along the way, the crying voice of Honglian and the hot tears that seeped into the small gray charcoal hair from her eyes were not made by Ye Chen by magic.

Leaf dust's eye corner also some moist, this daughter, how so likes to let the human lament the tear, lets the human not worry?!

"Mom It's dangerous here... "

Feel from the hair to the cheek hot wet meaning, small ash charcoal whole Leng up, for a long time, full of inexplicable tremor of the subtle voice, gently said.

"This is not a place to talk. Let's go back and talk about it."

Dry the corner of the eye, leaf dust patted the red lotus, took the small ash charcoal from her hand, a back up.

"Wow Whoa, whoa... "

It seems that the small ash charcoal that ye Chen did not expect to do so lies on the back of Ye Chen, sending out timid and subtle exclamations.

"Don't talk now. I'll talk about you when I get home."

Holding back the trembling in the words, ye dust put out his father's airs and could not refuse.

The owner with a small body on his back seemed to be silent for a moment. Then, gradually, with caution and hesitation, he reached the extreme, as if he was trying something. He delivered the weight of his upper body to Ye Chen's back

It's a dull atmosphere for three people to sit around the coal in the dark.

Small ash charcoal sitting in the opposite position of leaf dust, head down, small hands in the arms, the end of the dry mercury hair color completely covered themselves, in order to show seriousness, this time did not hold her in his arms, although it is very want.

"Little charcoal."

A moment later, ye Chen took a deep breath, and finally broke the repressive atmosphere. With the sound of the leaf dust, the thin body of the small ash charcoal also suddenly trembled, like being frightened and angry, and began to shrink and shake.

As a result, Honglian stares over and seems to be saying that it's all you're not good at. Look, it's frightening. How pathetic.

Ye Chen blinked innocently. Can I be blamed? Leaf dust is just calm and called her just.

The serious atmosphere, which was hard to create, was almost terminated because of the timid reaction of xiaoxiaotan. However, ye Chen is not so easy to give up on such a matter. It is for the sake of xiaoxiaotan's good and for the sake of xiaoxiaoxiaotan's happiness, he must not end up preaching at such a time.

"Little ash charcoal, I'll have a good talk with you today."

Ignoring Honglian's staring attack and the pitiful appearance of little ash charcoal, ye Chen carries on the topic firmly. Today, he wants to experience the feeling of a strict father.

The little gray charcoal head was lower, and even her thin and fuzzy shadow shaped by the dim light could feel that her poor body was constantly shaking. Just like a white rabbit exposed to the tiger's paws, people can't help but feel Wu Song's impulse to beat the tiger. At least, the sinister smell of Honglian nearby gives Ye Chen such a feeling.

Be unmoved Not moved, ye Chen ignored the sinister eyes of Honglian, coughed a few times, and his face was upright.

"I seem to have said to you yesterday, don't go to mine again and do those hard work. Tell me about it yourself. What did you do today? What do you look like now

Ye Chen looked at the small ash charcoal with heartache. Her body was covered with scars. The clothes she had just changed last night had been cut by sharp stones in the process of climbing. She had become a beggar's dress, with small arms and legs, chest, abdomen and even face. They are all covered with traces of stone, but these scars are not worth mentioning compared with the hands and soles of the hands and feet which are ground and stained with blood.Of course, if you don't believe it, you can try to climb the mountain with your hands up to a kilometer high mountain to see what your palms will look like when you see them. As for the scratches on your feet, they are caused when you go down the mountain. Although it looks cool like skiing, there is no doubt that it keeps rubbing. Don't say it's flesh and blood. Even if you put on a pair of iron boots, I'm afraid it will be wiped off.

When they just came back, ye Chen and Honglian had already treated the wounds on the palms and soles of their hands and feet, which were bloody and almost no human like wear. The two people were almost shocked. It was not that they had never seen such a serious wound and amputated limb. For these two practitioners, it is common practice. However, now the owner of the wound is his precious daughter. How can we compare it?

Almost out of breath, she helped the small ash charcoal to deal with the wounds on her hands and feet. Now, her palms and soles are tightly wrapped up with a thick cloth, wrapped around and around, looking like a bunch of dumplings.

If you imagine it a little bit, it's not that you can't think of those lovely little Lori with puppets and cat claws. But whenever you think back to the scene that you saw when you were dealing with the wound, ye Chen is very sad and remorseful. How can you be in the mood to think about those things that are missing.

"I..."

There was a faint and trembling sound from the little ash charcoal.

"Don't lie to mom and dad. How did you get hurt? Have you never thought how much your parents are worried about you