Oops, I became a star treasure

The gentle breeze brings a touch of dryness and coolness to this slightly humid late summer and early autumn.

Ding-a-ling-dang-lang~

Ding-a-ling-dang-lang~

As if verifying the words that the Tree of Life conveyed to Yan Fuxia, when the wind blew, he always felt a gentle voice ringing.

Xia Xia~~

Live well~~~

Tears flowed uncontrollably as Yan Fuxia stared blankly at the cemetery in front of him that seemed to have no end in sight.

Obviously, they had never met.

Obviously, I don’t even know them.

Why would they give themselves such wonderful blessings?

[Xia Xia~~~they~~~thank you~~~for taking them~~~~~~~~home~~~~]

Come back home.

Just two words, but what are the greatest hopes of many imperial soldiers on the front line before their death?

The Chongming battlefield is just a microcosm. How many imperial soldiers have sacrificed their lives on countless battlefields, and how many of their bodies were unable to return home?

It’s not that the comrades don’t want to collect the bones, but the battlefields have been occupied by the Zerg and they can’t even rush forward.

Even the Chongming battlefield was occupied by the Zerg.

Therefore, many people simply cannot imagine how Yan Fuxia lived there safely and alone for five years.

Even though Yawei and his men arrived at the Chongming battlefield relatively safely, they fought three bloody battles with the Zerg before arriving at the battlefield!

It was not until they drove away the remaining Zerg like crazy that they finally entered the territory of the Chongming battlefield.

Ever since Nan Qiao became blind, he can always hear some special sounds, probably because his hearing has been enhanced.

She heard a little bit of the sound of the Tree of Life.

Although she couldn't see, Nan Qiao still looked straight ahead. She knew that was where the cemetery was.

"Xia Xia, someone once said to me, 'I will do my best to clear all the obstacles for you.' If it were you, what would you say?"

Answer...what?

Tears were still flowing, but Yan Fuxia, who had recovered from his shock, did not wipe away the tears, but just let them flow.

He scratched his hair, opened his eyes wide, and didn't look at Nan Qiao, but continued to stare at the cemetery in front of him.

"I will do my best to protect your home."

Suddenly laughing, Nan Qiao rubbed Yan Fuxia's head.

This kid gave the same answer as that kid. I wonder if that kid has taken good care of the house...

Yan Fuxia scratched his head, it felt like the teacher had said this before...

Ah, she couldn’t remember... Should she try harder to think about it?

─━ _ ─━?

For a moment, the little female cub felt a little sad because of her declining memory!

(；′⌒`)

Ding-a-ling-dang-lang~~~

Ding-a-ling-dang-lang~~~

As if responding to Yan Fuxia's answer, the small bell on his head made a crisp sound in the wind.

"Come on, go home."

"No, I haven't finished worshipping yet! I can't go back!"

"Your body won't allow it anymore. Come back when you're better. They won't blame you."

"Really?"

"Really, look, they're responding to you!"

Ding bells, ding ding ding ding ~~~~~

The long sound of the bell seemed to confirm Nan Qiao's words and give Yan Fuxia a positive answer.

There was no way, Yan Fuxia could only obey, but he had to give it as promised!

"Once I've rested, I'll come back up to pay my respects to you!"

Wave~~~

ヾ(o′?｀o)?

Yan Fuxia waved goodbye to the cemetery in front of him, took Nan Qiao's hand, and turned away carefully.

The others also left together, but Nan Yan, who was walking at the end, turned back at this time.

Turning back, looking at the cemetery in front of me, those vague energy bodies were still standing there.

They seemed to be... waving too.

It seems...also saying goodbye...

"Ayan?"

Gu Chen found that Nan Yan did not catch up with him, so he stopped and turned around to see that Nan Yan seemed to be looking at something, but what was he looking at?

"coming."

Nan Yan knew that he was probably the only one who could see it, probably because he and Yan Fuxia were almost 100% compatible.

My mother once said that if you really give something, there will definitely be a response.

Those energy bodies should be the responses Yan Fuxia received after his efforts.

Outside the cemetery.

When Yan Fuxia climbed onto the hovercraft, he found that the live broadcast machine that had been following him was still there!

Looking at the live broadcast machine with a look of horror, Yan Fuxia had only one thought in his mind.

The footage of her crying just now was broadcast!

The scene of the huge pit on the stairs where she had just moved down with her trembling short legs was also broadcast!

Finished!

Her eternal fame!

Her tall and majestic reputation!

＿|￣|●

No, maybe I can still struggle!

Yan Fuxia immediately perked up and pulled Nan Yan beside him, looking at him with bright and expectant eyes.

"Is this machine not working!?"

Nan Yan glanced at the live broadcast machine which still had a red light on, and gave Yan Fuxia a severe blow.

“Still working.”

Cracked...

The female cub is torn!

Yan Fuxia is torn apart!!!

○|￣|＿

＿|￣|○

|(T﹏T)

Can she still struggle?

Nan Yan looked at Yan Fuxia in confusion as he was ramming the wall of the hover car as if it were a wall. He didn't understand what was going on, but that didn't stop him from putting his hand between Yan Fuxia's head and the wall of the car.

Yan Fuxia bumped Nan Yan's hand twice, then turned around and leaned on the screen of the live broadcast machine.

"I wasn't crying just now. The tears just kept coming out. I didn't mean to cry! So I'm not a crybaby! Yes!!"

The interstellar people who were watching the live broadcast and were originally very moved: ...a sudden attack of cute faces!

Afterwards, everyone nodded in laughter on the other side of the screen!

Yes, yes, yes, our little prince is definitely not a crybaby, it’s just that his tears have become spirits and have to come out to show their presence!

How can we blame our little prince!

After struggling, Yan Fuxia looked at the live broadcast machine that was working, and that’s it!

I've tried my best, and if it still doesn't work, then that's it!

Leaning lazily on Nan Yan, Yan Fuxia said that she chose to give up on this matter!

Give up struggling!

(oT-T) Corpse

The hovercraft started slowly, and just as it left the cemetery, Yan Fuxia fell asleep.

There's no way, I'm too tired.

For her small body, today's exercise has exceeded the maximum load, and this condition may even affect her for several days to come.

Nan Yan took out the small blanket she had prepared and covered Yan Fuxia with it, while glancing at the live broadcast machine that was still working.

Normally, the machine will continue working until it reaches Yanfu's home.

Along the way, it is likely that we can only broadcast the scene of Yan Fuxia sleeping.

But is this a problem!?

This is not a problem!

Anyone who is watching the live broadcast and likes Yan Fuxia, just keep watching!

Their little prince is so adorable!

As a result, the people at the Empire News Agency discovered a strange phenomenon.

After Little Prince Yanfu started to sleep, the number of people watching the live broadcast in his live broadcast room began to increase rapidly!

"Mmm, braised prawns!"

Muttering, Yan Fuxia turned around and put his arms around Nan Yan's waist.

Nan Yan: !!!!!!!!!

“Braised...Stir-fried...Jumbo Prawns!”

Nan Qiao, who was resting with his eyes closed, twitched his lips speechlessly. Why does this kid like braised prawns so much?

I wonder what those people with shrimp genes watching the live broadcast feel like...