On the other hand, song qingxiao, who was in the reverse space-time continuum, seemed to have completed her life. There was no power left in her body. Her figure was almost transparent, as if she would disappear at any time.
"Qing Xiao-"
"Qing Xiao ..."
"Yunyun, let's call our child qingxiao, song qingxiao. What do you think?"
"Qing Xiao, Qing Xiao, young and immature, but in the future, there will be a time when it will grow up and mature. At that time, it will definitely shine with extraordinary splendor, and its future will be great!"
A man and a woman were discussing in a soft voice, mixed with the woman's happy and hopeful laughter.
The voice seemed to have a strong attraction to song qingxiao as it led her closer to him.
This was Tang Yun's body. Her body was on the verge of collapse, and she needed to find a place to stay.
