Douluo's hope on the full moon

Chapter 145 Sometimes, as long as you say sorry, you will choose to forgive no matter how much she has gone too far.

Xue Hanjiang didn't rush forward, but sat down where he was, meditating with his eyes closed and calm, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

After an unknown period of time, Xue Hanjiang noticed the change in the fog, opened his eyes, and saw a hazy shadow facing away from him in front of him.

Xue Hanjiang froze in place.

He will never forget this vague figure in his life. This is the figure of his mother who has appeared countless times in his dreams and who is determined to leave.

Sure enough, what the figure said was the same as the farewell he had heard thousands of times in the dream, the only difference was that this time Xue Hanjiang did not beg her not to leave hoarsely, and there was no long emptiness after the dream, but The screen turned, and I saw the scene when I was chased and killed by my father and hid in the cold palace, and then I saw the Yizhuang where Nanny Yu rested.

Without exception, these were the scenarios I was least willing to face.

It's just that looking back now, it's strange that there is not much touch in my heart?
why?

Is it because he is about to reunite with his mother, so his mother's departure becomes insignificant?Or is it because he is still alive and well, so those days of chasing and killing don't exist anymore?Or could it be said that even though Nanny Yu was dead, she had personally avenged the enmity with the Great Concubine?
Xue Hanjiang didn't know either.

"Do you understand it?"

An abrupt voice suddenly rang in Xue Hanjiang's ears, Xue Hanjiang turned his head but saw nothing, so he understood that this was probably some kind of illusion.

Xue Hanjiang asked back: "What should I understand?"

That voice was a bit bewitching, like a devil's voice: "Your mother abandoned you, left you at the age of four, and put you in danger. Don't you hate her? Don't you resent?"

Xue Hanjiang uncontrollably recalled the scene when his mother left.

"Your father wants to kill you, don't you resent it?" The voice continued: "Your brother also wants you to die, don't you feel sad?"

The images in Xue Hanjiang's mind changed with the change of the voice, sometimes it was the mother, and sometimes it was being hunted down, as if he had returned to that period of hopeless past.

But Xue Hanjiang just watched as calmly as a bystander, without saying a word.

"Then... how about this?"

The picture in my mind returned to calm, slowly revealing a forest, which seemed to be the Great Forest of Stars, under the tree stood a man with a deliberately stern face but loving eyes, who was my teacher.Beside the teacher are his little brothers Tang San, Xiao Wu and Broken Soul.

Xue Hanjiang smiled, it seems that even Mirage knows that these people are the people he values ​​most, but it is true that these people are his closest people, they can be regarded as relatives.

Suddenly, the center of the screen turned bright red. The Grandmaster who was standing under the tree was lying on the ground covered in blood. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. Tang San seemed to have fought to the last moment and didn't fall down until he died. He stood upright on the ground. ground, staring forward.In front of him were Xiao Wu and Broken Soul who had been stripped of their flesh and blood.

Xue Hanjiang suddenly closed his eyes, but those bloody images stuck in his mind as if they had taken root.

"Are you sad?" The voice gently laughed in Xue Hanjiang's ear: "Are you angry?"

Xue Hanjiang laughed out loud: "Of course I am angry, and I am also sad, but I will not let these things happen. Of course, if it really happened, I won't have the time to see it, because I must die before them."

The voice seemed to be choked, and it took a while to continue: "But your past has already happened, how can you change it?"

Xue Hanjiang shook his head: "The past is the past and there is no need to change it."

"Don't you hate your parents?"

There was a bit of tenderness in Xue Hanjiang's eyes: "Unlike other children, I have remembered things since I was two years old, so although the care of my parents is short-lived, I have not experienced it before. Besides, the family affection that I lack, the teacher later Nanny He Yu has already supplied me, so what can I complain about?"

"Hehe, you are so interesting."

Xue Hanjiang tilted his head: "Why, do you hate it?"

The voice didn't resound, but the thick fog gradually dispersed, revealing a section of black stone steps, followed by a black door.

"Han Jiang? How are you?"

Xue Hanjiang stood up and looked at Broken Soul beside him: "Did you also see the illusion just now?"

"Yeah. I saw the chasing army, the grass covered with swamps, and the Butterfly Valley." Broken Soul thought for a while: "A voice has been asking me some questions, but I didn't because I was in a hurry to find you." Listen carefully, and the fog will lift."

Xue Hanjiang looked back at the door behind him and shook his head: "I haven't encountered anything special, let's go."

Broken Soul nodded, followed behind Xue Hanjiang, and walked through the huge black door one after another.

Behind the door is a huge black temple, with incantations engraved on the floor tiles, countless lifelike murals on the wall, and a huge relief on the top of the temple, but the whole picture cannot be seen clearly at the door, only the lines of feathers can be roughly distinguished. It should be a bird.

Going around the two embossed pillars at the door, and walking through the corridor of murals, you can see another more solemn and massive hall, where there is a throne glowing with cold light, but there is no one on it.

Broken Soul frowned: "It seems that there is no one?"

Qingshuang in the Sea of ​​Consciousness seemed very silent, as if she was discerning something carefully, before speaking after a long time: "This temple scares me a little, but I don't know the reason."

Xue Hanjiang concentrated, he could feel the eyes all around him staring at him in his spiritual consciousness, but he couldn't see anything when he opened his eyes: "It's a bit weird here."

Broken Soul turned his head: "Han Jiang, listen, is it the sound of water?"

Listening carefully, Xue Hanjiang could indeed hear a faint sound of water, and exchanged a glance with Sui Hun: "Go and have a look."

When the two walked into the apse, the reliefs on the dome in the main hall slowly closed their eyes, and the reliefs on the stone pillars also slowly closed their eyes.

In the center of the apse is a huge golden tree, and under the tree is a clear spring.

Feeling the intimacy from the tree, Xue Hanjiang was almost certain that even if the tree was not part of Uktra Hill, it was definitely related to it.

"Who is it, broke into my temple."

As soon as this majestic voice sounded, Xue Hanjiang and Sui Hun spit out a mouthful of blood as if they had been hit hard, obviously they had suffered internal injuries before they met.

Xue Hanjiang felt a little horrified, and wanted to speak, but found that he seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

Broken Soul almost subconsciously summoned the Martial Soul, stood in front of Xue Hanjiang, looked at the giant tree with a full face of wariness.

"squeak--"

The golden-cast tree trunk was pushed away from the inside, forming a doorway. Behind the door, the barefoot woman in white was like a waterfall, stepping on the air as if stepping on a ladder.

When that person saw Xue Hanjiang and Sui Hun, his eyes were still indifferent, without any emotion at all.

And the terrifying coercion that wounded Xue Hanjiang and Broken Soul came from this stunning beauty.

When Xue Hanjiang saw the man's face clearly, his soul power to resist the coercion suddenly stagnated, and a large mouthful of bright red blood vomited out of his mouth, staining his chest and skirt red.

Although the face and temperament of the person in front of him and the person in his memory were completely different, Xue Hanjiang recognized immediately that this was his mother whom he hadn't seen for many years.

He thought about many reunion scenarios, but never thought that it would be like this.

Forget it, maybe I shouldn't expect extravagantly.

Xue Hanjiang smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around staggeringly, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

　Thanks to "Frequent Brothel", "Fanxing" and "Haoxuan"

　　Thank you three for giving me the monthly pass qaq.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)