too affectionate

Chapter 293 Losing Farewell Destruction (Part [-])
"And I will definitely not let Matriarch's divine fire stay... in your dirty body..."

Before he could finish his sentence, bright red blood had gushed out from the corner of the boy's mouth several times. However, comparing the glaring blood red with the boy's eyes, he felt somewhat dull.

Just mentioning the word "mother respect", the young man's resolute voice trembled a little, tears were already overflowing, and he was struggling hard on the verge of breaking the embankment.

The boy's mother was a bit extravagant and plump. When she called the boy "Lan'er", she would bring a bit of hometown accent, pat the boy on the back of the head lightly, and her eyes would be full of light.

The whole world only treats young people as gods, and she is the only one who knows that this little boy is just a little boy who needs to be loved, will be weak, and will be imperfect.

She is the only warmth of a young man in this innocent temple.

She loves the boy more than her own life.

As long as there is Matriarch and Yan'er, even being chained and strangled to death for a lifetime is tolerable.

The young man told himself that in the dust-free and hopeless situation, he suppressed all his nature and grew up to this day, so perfect that it is somewhat unreasonable.

But just a moment ago, the boy rushed into this vast and unstained temple like crazy. From such a distance, the boy saw his mother who was lying on the ground, motionless, and standing condescendingly beside her. Ecstatic, his father.

However, I haven't seen her for half a day, and the mother is already so thin that she has lost her appearance, and she is lying on the ground, like a fish out of water, or scattered flowers on the ground.

How the boy stumbled towards his mother, he forgot.

On this endless but seemingly endless road, the usually prudent young man stepped on the hem of his clothes and fell to the ground. Then he half crawled and half ran to his mother. forgotten.

But he still clearly remembers that moment, how the despair that burst out of his heart like a flood, drowning his soul, devoured him to nothing.

It was the despair at that moment, like a bone scraping, which washed away all the immaturity in the soul of a 12-year-old boy, as well as the concept of good and evil hidden in his heart, and forced him to the extreme of maturity in an instant.

He also clearly remembered the last words left by his mother when she was dying.

The mother who didn't even have the strength to open her eyes forced her to open her eyes, and raised a scrawny hand with all her life's efforts, but it fell down on the boy's hand because she couldn't control it.

"Lan'er...Lan'er..."

The woman weakly called her son's name, the air intake was obviously much less than the output air, making her voice as thin as a gossamer, almost inaudible.

There is no local accent, no touching, no shining eyes, all out of the instinct of life and death, this is the first time for the boy to hear his mother calling him so hollowly.

However, the young man liked it so much, he immediately put his ear to his mother's mouth, and repeatedly replied: "Mother! Madam! Madam! I am here, and Lan'er is here..."

The young man is not a person who likes to cry, but just when he called out the word "mother respect", the young man was already sobbing, but he couldn't help calling out a few more times, each time becoming hoarse.

The woman, who had almost lost consciousness, heard that voice in a vague way, the voice that she had been waiting for since she was holding on to confront the King of Hades, and she was unwilling to leave this world. At the end of the day, she murmured: "Lan'er...my darling..."

"Hmm... Matriarch... Lan... Lan'er is here."

The young man bit his lips, desperately trying to make his voice not so broken, he didn't want his mother to hear such a painful self at the last moment.

On the bitten lips, the boy's face has been washed away by tears.

The woman doesn't know all this, and she no longer thinks about the things she hates to death, she just wants to use the last time in this world to do what she thinks is the most meaningful thing.

For example, talk to your son more, even if it's casual nonsense.

"Lan'er...my Lan'er...don't...don't feel sorry for mother, because with you, everything mother has experienced in this life...is worth it...my son is so good...so good...you are mother The biggest... and only pride in my life..."

Speaking of which, the woman's voice was completely inaudible due to the violent panting, and she took a deep breath before continuing.

"It's just...it's just that my mother is really sorry...I'm so sorry that I can't accompany my Lan'er to the end...Mother is also very worried...What I worry about is not whether you will become a good god...Mother is worried about you Let's go... No one in this world will remember... The Lan'er who remembers me is not just a god... He is a... A person with flesh and blood... A person who has joys and sorrows...

Mother is really scared, afraid that everyone only knows to beg you...to ask for your protection...but no one will love you...to warm you..."

Speaking of this, the woman's consciousness has completely disappeared, but a teardrop is clearly falling from the corner of one eye.

And the boy had already bit his lips until it turned purple, but he still couldn't avoid the wailing from his throat.

The boy held his mother's hand tightly, as if holding the last straw in the torrent of doomsday.

"So Lan'er...you promise mother...when mother is gone, you must take good care of yourself...besides pity for all beings...don't forget to pity...pity yourself..."

"I know... I know... Lan'er knows... Lan'er promised mother... But can mother... can you not go... Lan'er begs you..."

Speaking of this, the young man suddenly realized something. He didn't let go of his mother's hand, but he knelt and turned around, and kowtowed to the standing man again and again, until the marble floor "boom boom boom" "The ground muffled.

"Father! Father!!" The young man kowtowed and shouted, his voice was blurred by tears, but the pleading in it could not be washed away.

"Father, child, I beg you... Please! Please save Madam... You must be able to save Madam, right... You are the supreme destiny, the supreme sage, you must be able to save Madam Right? Right!"

When the boy raised his head, blood had already oozed from his forehead, a large patch of it was glowing red.

But the young man didn't care at all, he moved his knees and quickly approached the man, hugging the man's bony legs tightly, his voice was so humble that it was in the dust.

"Father, I beg you! As long as the father saves the mother, the child will definitely...will never disobey the father once, and must do everything according to the requirements of the father...what the father asks the child to do... ...It is to let the child fall into the devil or die...The child will never hesitate or complain...Please save the matriarch...Without the matriarch, the child really... really doesn't know how to live... ..."

(End of this chapter)