another millennium

After getting out of Nantianmen, Wuxiang still turned into the body of a dragon and fell straight down to the West Sea.Behind him, a golden light followed closely.

Xihai Polar Region

Wu Xiang caressed her mother's scarred dragon body, and said in a low voice: "Mother, Wu Xiang will take you to Grandpa Master. If he can save Master Uncle Nezha, he will definitely be able to save you. Just keep going." .”

Wuxiang was about to cast a spell to lift the dragon's body, but was blocked by a spell.

"Stop!" The silver-armored and black-robed person who came was the person Wuxiang didn't want to face in the Lingxiao Palace.

"My lord Zhenjun, why didn't you marry the most beautiful woman in the Three Realms in the sky? What are you doing here? You have been ignoring her for hundreds of years, but now you come to appreciate my mother's death?" He gritted his teeth and persisted, if the Jade Emperor was determined not to forgive his mother, he could only risk his life and die with his mother.But that person was standing side by side with a beautiful woman in purple clothes completely motionless, how could that situation be comparable to the embarrassment of his own mother and child now.

"You are my child." Yang Jian stepped forward and extended his hand to Wu Xiang.

"Oh, dare not, Wuxiang dare not climb up to Lord Zhenjun. I am just an orphan without father and mother. My mother has been reconciled with Lord Zhenjun for hundreds of years. It has nothing to do with you." Wuxiang hugged his mother Thinking of his life experience and the torture his mother suffered during her lifetime, she couldn't help crying bitterly.

"Wuxiang..." Such a lovely and pure child, this is the child that I and Cun Xin have been looking forward to for thousands of years.

How lucky Yang Jian is to have such a child in this life.I have never raised him, but his performance in the heaven today is still remarkable. In comparison, the nephew whom I have devoted all my efforts to cultivate is a world of difference.

He resembles Cun Xin so much, down to the bone.Cun Xin seems to be impulsive, but it's about her. If it's not at the last moment, she won't give up easily. I believe that if the Jade Emperor doesn't let go today, this child will definitely fight to the death.

"Mother said that you are a real hero and willing to dedicate yourself to the people of the Three Realms. However, she is willing to take the blame for you, but you don't care about life and death. If it weren't for you, why would Mother be tortured to death? Mother loves you so much, but I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, you killed my mother, you killed my mother..."

Wuxiang rushed forward, punched and kicked, never felt like a child for a moment, for hundreds of years, in order to survive, struggling hard, he never had the opportunity to indulge his emotions like a child.She was supposed to be the girl her parents hoped for, but she was born without the slightest bit of love from her parents.

Mother, because he suffers every night, and this person doesn't want him, he knows, he doesn't want him, he would rather have Xiaotiangou than mother's child.His soul is so weak, originally without physiology, fluttering, but attached to the lilac flowers that his mother protects every day. He has no love, has flowers but no fragrance, and relies on his mother's little mana to maintain his soul without fragrance. Not scattered.However, the child's nature is to yearn for the father's love. For the first time, he felt the father's magic power. The first time he came so close and so kind, he tried hard to absorb it greedily. He had the father's love, so he again Had a life.

The first time he gave up life because there was no love, and the second time he fought for life because there was love.

He survived and had the chance to open his eyes to see his biological parents.However, one life and one death, this life is another pain for him.

A pair of big warm hands embraced Wu Xiang, so warm and safe.

"Child..." A long sigh came from the top of his head, the voice was calm and clear.

"Hmph..." He hates to the extreme, but loves to the extreme, that warm embrace that Wu Xiang has never had the chance to feel.Being hugged by him at this moment, indulge the nostalgia in my heart, just for a while, just for a while, unwilling to look up, unwilling to see his face that is always calm and calm, unwilling to face his indifference to his mother and himself.

Yang Jian rubbed Wuxiang's soft hair, his heart was soft, this is Cun Xin and his child.For thousands of years, his mother, Erlang also has his own blood.Suddenly, there was a sweetness in the throat, which was unbearable.

Feeling the touch on the top of her head, Wu Xiang raised her tear-stained little face and was shocked.

"You, you, what's wrong with you?" Blood flowed from the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and the white clothes on his chest were already wet, and he just didn't realize it because he was only crying.

"It's okay, it's just an old injury." Yang Jian raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, turned to Cun Xin and said. "Your mother is still saved."

"Really, can you really save mother?" Wu Xiang immediately cast her gaze on Cun Xin.

"Your mother's body has been sealed by your uncle's mana. It will be fine for now. You just need to cast spells to heal the trauma. If you want her to come back to life, you have to recast her soul. Fortunately, the soul is not lost, otherwise...you are so good at supporting your mother." Dragon Ball, her primordial spirit must be reborn."

"How do you know..."

Yang Jian stretched out his left hand and floated on Wuxiang's chest, and the faint pink glow lingered on Wuxiang's chest.

"Cun Xin was devoured by the Soul-Eater Curse, and her soul was already scattered, but because of the love in her heart, the Dragon Ball actually took her life." At this point, Yang Jian's expression darkened.

"You have to use the temperature of Dantian three times a day in the morning, afternoon and evening to nourish the dragon ball in your chest." After saying that, the streamer of the sky eyes on Yang Jian's forehead flashed, and the light covered Wuxiang.

Wu Xiang only felt a strong and kind force enveloped him, and his limbs were full of warmth.

"Wuxiang, although you have practiced for hundreds of years, all your mana is focused on your body." Yang Jian lowered his voice, and then continued, "Now, your mana has only been used for thirty years. Power cannot repair your mother's primordial spirit."

Wu Xiang was startled, he passed on his thousand years of cultivation to himself, how to deal with those wily gods in the sky, how to deal with those powerful monsters in the Three Realms.

"You don't have to do this for me." Wu Xiang used Xuan Gong to resist Yang Jian's mana.

Yang Jian himself had been severely injured, and his remaining mana was limited. At this time, in order to send mana to Wu Xiang to restore the primordial spirit, he was at the end of his strength.

"How are you?" Yang Jian looked at Wu Xiang who was holding him up, feeling sore and bitter in his heart, the child was still unwilling to accept him.Thinking of his nervousness towards him, I felt a sweetness in my heart, full of relief.

"It doesn't matter to me, wait for me to cast a spell to send your mother back to Dragon Palace, where is the fastest place for her to heal her body."

Yang Jian leaned down and hugged the sleeping Cun Xin, the dragon's body had turned into a human form at the tentacles.

Wuxiang followed and hugged his mother. For the first time, he clearly saw her real appearance.

Although bruised, although his face is pale and haggard, this is his own mother.

Wuxiang caressed her mother's cheek, choked up and said, "Mother is so beautiful."

Yang Jian nodded. In the eyes of the child, the mother is the most beautiful person in the world.I still remember the time when the person in my arms asked such silly words: "Is your mother as young and beautiful as me?"

Yang Jian has never been with such a quiet Cunxin, and the scars on his body, looking at it now, aggravate the pain in his heart.

☆, West Sea