"Dongguan Zhong, don't be sad. If your home is gone, you can still build it again!" Murong Ye felt that home is just a place to eat and sleep. If it is gone, it is gone. Just build another one. There is nothing worth crying about.

Donghuang Zhong ignored Murong Ye and cried in the arms of ancestor Hongjun: "Not even a broken wall, a piece of thatch, a broken window or door, or a pile of rotten pots and broken tiles are left behind. It's hard to find anything to miss.

It has become a fantasy. The home we built with our own hands, the home we forged with our sweat, has just disappeared...Uncle!"

The bank of Qingjiang River was the place where they fell in love. It carried too many beautiful memories. Now it has disappeared without a trace. Grandpa Hongjun is also sad, but men are generally very good at hiding their true emotions.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Donghuang Zhong cried sadly

His big hand touched away Donghuang Zhong's tears, and his wolf-fang lips began to open and close: "Stop crying, uncle, get your home back!"

"Being pressed down by such thick snow will definitely change your appearance. It's better not to waste your magic power!" Although Donghuang Zhong was sad, she didn't want the uncle to use magic power again because she sensed that he was injured.

"Murong Ye, you and the girl go up to the sky!" Ancestor Hongjun put down the East Emperor Bell and let Murong Ye pull her to fly over the ice field.

Although Donghuang Zhong was a little worried, she knew that Patriarch Hongjun was very powerful and didn’t say anything to stop her.

Women must believe in their men. This is the essential quality of a woman behind a great man.

Ancestor Hongjun stood on the ice field, with his feet in a figure-eight stance, his hands raised flat in front of his chest, his fingers bent into dragon claws, his palms facing down, and he shouted: "Get up..."

The ice sheet under my feet began to shake. As the claws moved upward, the snow on the ground began to slide to both sides. "Pfft..." Something emerged from the snow. The thing was surrounded by a thin film. It was unclear what it was.

?

Hongjun's ancestor Xuenian manipulated the thing and placed it on the hard ice field. With a wave of his hand, the film was removed, and it turned out to be three thatched houses.

Donghuang Zhong flew down from the sky excitedly, pointed at the three lonely thatched houses on the ice field, and screamed in surprise: "Our home, uncle is our home!"

"Um!"

Ancestor Hongjun stood on the ice field to rest and responded lovingly.

Donghuang Zhongxing hurriedly opened the door and walked in. He found that everything was intact. He ran out screaming and hugged Ancestor Hongjun, who was still standing on the ice field, and shouted:
Chapter completed!