In the city of the sky, it is a very dangerous thing to awaken the blood of the demons. The demonic spirit of the demons and the divine power of the gods have a strong rejection effect. Human beings and other races can enter the city of the sky under the leadership of the protoss, but it is absolutely impossible for the demon to step here. The moment when the demon steps into the city of the sky, it will be destroyed by the holy power of the city of the sky. There is only one demon who can resist this effect, Satan.

Shen Yanxiao can't bear the rejection effect, so she can't awaken the demon blood in the sky city.

"I see. I'm fine. You don't have to worry." Shen Yanxiao knows about Xiu's worries. She smiles and turns around in Xiu's arms. She blinks at xiuba and says, "I remember someone who promised me that he would take me to his territory to see where he belongs after his resurrection. Would someone be so forgetful?"

Xiuwei raises his eyebrows slightly, stretches out his arms and holds Shen Yanxiao horizontally.

"I'll take you."

Shen Yan and Xiao chuckled.

Light shrouded around them, Xiu hugged Shen Yanxiao, turned into a light and shadow, and flew out of the temple.

Xiu's flying speed is so fast that Shen Yanxiao can't see the scenery around her. She leans against Xiu's arms, her ears against his chest and listens to his heartbeat.

……

LiXiao only woke up from the darkness. The cold air around him made him feel the cold he hadn't experienced for a long time. When he woke up from the piercing cold feeling, what he saw was a dark and humid old wooden house, broken furniture, patched bedding, and the bowl that was placed on the table and missing a mouth.

This picture is strange and familiar.

"Xiaowei..." Weak voice of the faint spread, Li Xiao only a shock, stiff body turned around.

On the simple bed stacked with straw, a skinny woman is lying on the bed feebly. Her sunken cheeks and waxy skin color are destroying her like willow catkins in the wind.

The features of a woman are very beautiful. Even though she is yellow and skinny, the delicate features still show the splendor she once had, but the beauty she once had is already old and withered gradually in poverty and suffering.

Li Xiao only hoarse voice, looking at the thin and weak woman lying on the bed, calm heart lake suddenly disliked the huge waves, he stood in the same place, looking at the face imprinted in his soul.

"Mother..." His body trembled uncontrollably as a tearing voice squeezed out of lixiaowei's voice.

"My poor child, you haven't eaten for several days. My mother will cook for you now..." The woman in bed struggled to get up, but her weak body could not provide her enough strength.

Li Xiao's only lunge rushed up and held on to his mother.

However, when he held out his hand, he found that his hand became very small, his height, also shrunk a lot.

Those hands are not the hands of a teenager at all, but the hands of a young child. They are immature but rough.

The picture hidden in memory overlaps with the scene in front of us again.

LiXiao will never forget this day in his whole life, which is the last memory he would like to recall.