Apocalypse Cemetery

Chapter 317 Mother
ps: Go drink a couple of taels first, then Wenqing will be back~~~
Chusheng Yun only felt that the whole world had become his enemy.

Malice came from the rough sea, from the night wind, from the moonlight, from the surrounding air.

The child said inarticulately: "Hit...you to death~~"

With these three words, he became the enemy of this world.

The child raised the holy sword clumsily, and suddenly, an alarm bell rang in his heart.

So he immediately activated the time deceleration, and everything around him slowed down, but such a familiar scene could not bring him the slightest sense of security.

He quickly rushed in the opposite direction, and within a thousandth of a second, he appeared on the other side of the island.

Then, something incredible happened.

There is no brilliant brilliance, no explosion, just a twilight.

That piece of night is like a huge brush, erasing the sea water, the beach, and half of the island, all from this world.

Disappeared, just disappeared.

The sea water has not yet closed, and a huge vacuum appears in front of the eyes. Through that hole, the deep seabed can be seen.

Along with it, two fingers of Chu Shengyun were erased.

He couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. If it was an adult who was skilled in the blow just now, he might have been wiped away along with the half of the island and the turbulent sea water.

At this time, the child had already raised the holy sword in his hand towards him.

"No! How could I die here~~"

The old man turned into a beam of light and ran towards the endless distance.

But behind him, the child followed like a shadow.

He relied on time to decelerate to achieve such a speed, but the child who couldn't even control his balance was staggering but extremely fast.

The child's body rubbed against the atmosphere, like a comet, dragging out a long tail of fiery flames.

In just an instant, the clothes were turned into ashes by the high heat.

The two of them are like two shooting stars, chasing each other and disappearing into the sky.

…………

Yang Yandi squatted down on the beach, looked at the half-remained island in the distance, and said, "Why should I believe your words?"

Chusheng was taking out an old and dirty photo from his pocket, and handed it to Yang Succession.

Above, a woman was holding a child and smiling at the camera.

The woman wore two braids, exactly what she had appeared in his dreams for countless nights.

The child in her hand looks eight or nine years old, looks exactly like herself, and is drooling while looking at the camera.

A woman is very gentle, like the rising sun.

That's great!
He still has a lot of questions, for example, how did Chusheng survive such a serious injury?For example, where did the power of the ancient gods and the holy sword of the full moon go?

However, in front of this photo, all this seems so insignificant.

Chusheng was also squatting down beside him, and looked at the half-remained isolated island together with him.

"Natural succession, you were born into this world with the blessing of your mother, you are not a pathetic experimental subject."

You were born into this world with the blessing of your mother, you are not a pathetic experimental subject...

Not a pathetic experimental subject......

The man's words echoed in his ears, like her fingers in a dream, stroking his soul and seeping into the most unknown part of his heart.

Her tenderness and love symbolize the acceptance of the world.

The first emperor gave himself an immortal body, and the woman in the photo gave himself a soul.

"Am I called primary succession?"

"Yes, that's the name your mother gave you."

"Then what should I call you? Father... sorry, I can't say it."

If one day, you meet a man, and the man says he is your father.

But this man can still cite countless evidences to convince you, what should you do?
However, Chushengzheng didn't worry about what kind of address Yang Yandi used for him.

He laughed heartily, and the tears followed the wrinkles and spread to other parts of his face.

"You know? When I saw you again, I believed it was fate."

"How many people are there in the world, and how vast is the land? God arranged for me to meet a person in the deserted Antarctic. That person is my long-lost child. What is the probability of this?"

"I believe that this must be God giving me another chance to fulfill my obligations as a father."

Yang Yandi recalled the scene of the man insisting on washing his clothes on the Sword of Emias. ,

He runs up and down like a servant, but enjoys it.

That strange joy made him palpitate a little, and only now did he realize that it was the heartfelt joy of a father taking care of his children.

In this world, life is not a precious thing.

Every day and every night, countless flowers are withering; there are wildebeests whose throats are torn by lions.

Human beings claim to be the primates of all things, but in the eyes of historians like him, they are not fundamentally different from animals.

Both are born and all die, along with populations and civilizations.

After all, one day, both dinosaurs and human beings will become a part of history, regardless of each other.

But at this moment, he clearly felt that life may not be precious, but the dignity of life is worthy of praise.

Because this is the instinct of living things, it is sunlight and rain, and it is the reason why the world is the world.

He looked at the photo in his hand again. The woman in the photo had given her life for herself, but even so, her figure remained in his midnight dreams, comforting him in the days of suffering.

At this time, someone played the ukulele (a kind of guitar native to Hawaii, which is smaller than ordinary guitars and generally only has four strings.).

Facing the twilight, the sound of the piano is like flowing water, flowing in the wind.

So, he gradually accepted this man in his heart.

Yang Yanti said: "Where is she buried? After this matter is over, I want to go and see!"

Chusheng Zheng said: "Lake Superior, I will give you the detailed address later."

Yang Yandi nodded, then stood up and looked towards the distant island.

It’s not like the guy playing the ukulele was having a blast, and he just sang “Mom” by the famous producer IlDivo:
"MamathankyouforwhoIam Mama, thank you for making me
Thank you for all the things I'm not thank you for all the things I'm not

ForgivemeforthewordsunsaidForthetimesIfgot many words I failed to say, many opportunities I missed, please forgive me

Mamarememberallmylife mom, in my whole life
Youshowed me love, yousacrificed you made me know love, you sacrificed for me..."

(With a song you like! Readers who are free and have nothing to do can listen to it~~)

(End of this chapter)