Old Man's Begging Stick

Lying in Wen Heng's palm.

Tai Yi's voice became lower and lower, he put his head weakly on Wen Heng's tiger's mouth, narrowed his big eyes slightly, and said, "It doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt at all..." Wen Heng Tears appeared in the eyes, how could it not hurt, the spirit dissipated, the pain must have died, otherwise Taiyi wouldn't be trembling.Tai Yi seems to be comforting Wen Heng, but also seems to cheer himself up.He said in a low voice: "It doesn't hurt... Master... Can you call me little baby?"

Wen Heng couldn't help crying, he buried his face on Tai Yi's body: "Little baby, you are my most precious and precious disciple." Tai Yi chirped contentedly: "You are also my most precious and precious big baby... ... Chirp..."

Wen Heng strained his ears to hear what Tai Yi said later, but after Tai Yi said this, he was speechless again.No matter how much spiritual energy Wen Heng injected into his body, Tai Yi's soul also quickly collapsed.

He was still able to talk at first, then he could only make a thin chirping sound, and then he couldn't even make a chirping sound.Wen Heng burst into tears, he could only watch helplessly as Tai Yi stretched out his head to rub Wen Heng's palm with difficulty, the hair on Tai Yi's neck fell apart, and his head finally fell down powerlessly.

Wen Heng's heart is twisted like a knife, his body is trembling, the baby he has loved for more than 500 years, the Taiyi whom he has raised for so many years... accompany him to watch the sea of ​​clouds when he is lonely, and throw the ball with him when he is happy, and his mood When he is in a good mood, he can be coquettish with him, and when he is in a bad mood, he can be coaxed by a piece of cake... It's gone.

Wen Heng's mind was blank at this moment, he knelt on the ground and looked at his palm mournfully, the warmth of Taiyi still remained in his palm, but that little bit of warmth disappeared.

Tai is gone.