long night walk

Chapter 422 It hurts
When the woman's indifferent eyes like ice and snow fell on Fang Geyu, there was a sense of desolation that was about to melt like melting snow.

Fang Geyu's bewildered eyes fixed slightly, the arrogance in her eyes that never disappeared even though she was in the never-ending fire, faded completely at this moment.

Clean things always reveal a bit of fragility.

She was like a proud white crane with both wings torn, feathers withered but unwilling to give up, still circling and flying in the sky, suddenly, caught off guard by an arrow and hit the vital point.

The smell of blood in the depths of her throat persisted, and a layer of mist formed in her eyes. She slowly opened her lips, with the pain of burning blood, her voice was choked, and she called softly: "Aunt."

In the sound of the rolling wind, the woman seemed to have answered the call. With the sword behind her right hand, she suddenly bent down and stroked the girl's cracked and bloody face with her left hand, pressing her forehead together.

The temperature in her palm is so soft and gentle, as if it finally brought her salvation in the endless pain.

The face in the faint white light is cold and charming, as beautiful as a figure walking out of a fantasy.

The woman caressed the young girl's face carefully, her eyes alternately filled with sadness and pity, as if she wanted to rub all the comfort and love in the world into her palm.

In order to hug Fang Geyu tightly, the woman lowered her body even lower, and the palms caressing her cheeks passed through the girl's black hair, and gently bent her thin shoulders, wrapping her in her arms.

Fang Geyu rested his chin on the woman's shoulder, the faint fragrance was a distant breath in her memory, and the sudden intimacy and comfort made this arrogant young lady at a loss.

She has never tasted family affection, and she doesn't know how to respond to this hug.

He could only stiffen his back, stand with his hands in mid-air, choked up his voice, and carefully told his closest people about his pain and grievances.

"Mother, I hurt..."

No child in the world is born without fear of pain.

Facts have proved that even Fang Geyu would be wronged and cry.

The reason why a person is strong and fearless, with thorns all over her body, is because the person who made her act like a baby is long gone.

The firelight reflected the woman's gentle eyes, she hugged the girl's delicate body very tightly, as if she was lost and found again, she was so precious, she wished to rub her into her own flesh and blood to take care of her.

Her voice was indescribably soft and caring: "Aniang is here, good girl."

Fang Geyu burst into tears, and hugged the embrace that made her covetously, her breath was filled with the familiar snowflake coldness on her mother's sleeves.

For a moment, he was so confused that he didn't know where he was, and he only knew that he was back on the ice and snow silver city, on the towering tower.

She was sobbing and choking, and struggled to shrink into his arms, wishing she could hide herself from everyone's sight, and began to speak incoherently:
"Aniang, I'm in so much pain—they all said I'm not Aniang's child, Geng Yan said that she extinguished the charcoal fire in the secluded room, it was so dark...it was so cold, Aniang, don't lock me up anymore, okay? Okay, they don't treat me well, mother, take me away, take me away, okay?"

People only say that tonight, the young lady of Shifang City is infinitely brilliant, she is loved by thousands of people, pulls carts with immortal beasts, and burns the city drunk.

But who knew that this young lady, who was glamorous on the outside, was alone in the secluded room, caught in the crisis of false identity, suspected by everyone, and deceived by the maid.

The cold city was constantly windy and snowy, and the private room where she was locked up, and the charcoal fire that made her curl up for warmth were also maliciously doused out.

A Niang never listened to these grievances back then, and she dared not speak up.

The woman sighed softly, she caressed the girl's hair and said: "Aniang can't take you away, Aniang died in the Ganta, as the dead, she can't guide the living."

"But I'm in so much pain, Auntie—the belly of the endless dragon, who will save me? If the fire burns my body, who will replace me."

Why did she have to suffer like this?
If she is really not A Niang's child as they said, then why should she be the master of the Shifang Sword?

The arms holding her body suddenly tightened a bit.

Originally, Fang Geyu was hugged tightly by her, wishing to knead into her body and blend into one.

Now the strength tightened again, and the burns on her body burst open. This hug was not just a hug, but also brought her a bit of depressive pain.

She heard A Niang's soft voice suddenly indifferent and severe: "No one can save you. If the common people want you to die, who will come to save you? Everyone wants to live, so who - will come to replace you? Even Ah Niang can't make decisions for you, if you want to be with Niang, you can only rely on yourself."

Fang Geyu was in a turmoil, raised his neck in a daze, his eyes were so fragile that they seemed to shatter at the touch of a touch: "Mother, I don't understand...you teach me?"

Her lips slowly moved close to the girl's ear, and said softly: "The fire burns your body, does it hurt?"

"pain……"

"It's hard to be alone and wandering alone?"

"bitter……"

"That's right, the Su Sheng brought about by repeated destruction is not salvation at all. Why didn't Geer pull the silk Fang Jin with his own hands, and spend the night with A Niang?"

"..."

"Although it is cold in Huangquan, you will have A Niang by your side, and you will have A Niang in the loneliness and pain in the future."

The blade of the sword was like a mirror, Feng Han wiped out an inch of the girl's eyes, Fang Geyu slowly looked away.

The eyes that looked sideways at the sea of ​​fire had already turned into a deep one.

It's terribly cold!

"Isn't it too late for Aunt's company?" His voice was still choked, but the words he spit out were chilled by the chilly wind.

The woman was silent for a moment, and then said: "You child, what nonsense you say."

Fang Geyu let out a low laugh, his face was extremely cold, like a fish that had been frozen in the sun for a long time on the dry land, his eyes were dead and clear: "Aunt really deserves to be a high-ranking person who has been standing alone on a high tower all year round. Not even a simple hug."

"song?"

"Aniang..." Fang Geyu slowly raised his blood-stained face from her arms. This time, Aniang's call was no longer pitiful, but full of sarcasm: "Don't you know, Aniang, when you hug someone, Is it insincere to hug with one hand? The other half of my body is cold, mother, why don't you put down the sword in the other hand and give me a complete hug."

The Shifang sword carried by the woman behind her remained motionless, like a solemn object that had stood for many years and could not be shaken.

Even though he knew it was fake, when Fang Geyu saw the unshakable sword edge, his eyes were still red for a moment.

The woman was silent for a long time, hearing the sound of billowing magma and flames. She sighed softly, then slowly pushed Fang Geyu away, and when she looked at her face again, the love and care had disappeared. His pupils are strange and indifferent.

Fang Geyu's eyes were cold: "It's really wicked."

The woman took two steps back, and when she spoke again, her voice had become an indistinguishable low voice: "I don't think anyone in this world is indestructible."

"but……"

She raised a finger and tapped on Fang Geyu's heart: "You are indeed the most tenacious human being I have ever seen."

It is also the most conscious human being.

Sober...it's creepy.

(End of this chapter)