Eternal Demon Lord

Chapter 429
As one of the secret treasures of the Promise Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Orb has a huge space inside, forming a world of its own.

This is a vast garden with blooming flowers, lying bridges, gurgling water, and rockery pavilions everywhere, like a paradise, elegant and peaceful.

Swish!
A figure appeared leisurely, it was Yang Xuan.

She was dressed in spotless white clothes, her black hair was blowing in the wind, and her face was like a stone carved by a knife. She was indescribably handsome and unrestrained.

This is the incarnation of the soul, one thought can change thousands of times, of course, the appearance cannot be changed, only the clothes can be changed.

"What a magical power!" Yang Xuan whispered.

This world is filled with a strange atmosphere, which makes people feel refreshed and comfortable.

"The Heavenly Demon Bead is an ancient secret treasure. It has the effect of stabilizing the soul and is very powerful!"

With a flash of black light, the purgatory boy also came in, pointed to the other courtyard behind the green bamboo forest in the depths of the garden, and said: "There is a Taoist spirit in that other courtyard, it must be your mother."

Yang Xuan remained silent, and walked deep into the garden. After a short while, he passed through the bamboo forest, and saw a small lake in front of him. The lake water was clear, with rippling blue waves, green willows flying by the bank, and the scenery was pleasant.

On the shore of the lake, a courtyard is built facing the water, surrounded by lush ancient forests, filled with mist.

Yang Xuan stopped outside the other courtyard for a long time, and finally walked in.

The other courtyard is very large, with green trees, pavilions, lotus in the pool, everything you expect to find.

Passing through several stone arch bridges along the way, a two-story attic appeared in front of it, which is antique.

Yang Xuan stepped into the attic and walked up the stairs to the second floor, thinking about what to say when he saw his mother, He Lianqian.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to speak, so he called mother, and he felt a little bit hard to speak, and couldn't help scratching his ears for a while, feeling upset.

"It doesn't matter, mother is not a scourge, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

Yang Xuan cheered himself up, and walked quickly to the second floor.

Here is a balcony with many colorful potted plants on it, and on the left and right sides, there is a room respectively.

Yang Xuan let out his senses, went outside the room on the right, gently pushed the door and walked in.

The room is filled with sandalwood, and the decoration is ordinary. The seats and benches are all made of sandalwood, full of antiquity.

At this time, at the innermost side of the room, near the wall, there was a show couch covered with a light green gauze curtain. Through the covered hazy gauze curtain, a graceful figure in the show couch could be vaguely seen.

Looking at that figure, Yang Xuanru was shocked by the electric shock, and his eyes couldn't help becoming moist.

He opened his mouth, wanting to shout out, but there seemed to be something blocked in his throat and he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, tears couldn't stop gushing out, slipping down from both cheeks, soaking through the clothes.

Yang Xuan took a difficult step and approached the couch.

Every time he took a step, his body was trembling, he seemed excited and hesitant, he was expecting and he was at a loss, his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

"This is my mother. Although she didn't raise me, she was forced to do so."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, and the brow gradually became firm.

He walked forward slowly, his footsteps were silent, he was afraid of disturbing the people in the show couch.

Even so, the people in the show couch were still awakened, and whispered: "Tianlang, is that you?"

The voice was like the sounds of nature, crisp and sweet, with a bit of weakness, a bit of joy, and a bit of shyness.

Yang Xuan stopped in his tracks, he really wanted to yell mother, but it was hard to get the words out of his mouth.

Seeing that there was no response from the outside, the people inside the show couch seemed a little puzzled, stretched out a delicate hand, and opened the gauze curtain.

In an instant, a beautiful woman came into Yang Xuan's eyes.

The beautiful woman was in her thirties, her long hair was like silk and satin, hanging on both sides of her fragrant shoulders, elegant and delicate, she was wearing a luxurious water green silk skirt, her figure was graceful, and she couldn't find any flaws.

Her appearance is also beautiful, on a pretty face, the skin is as creamy, crystal clear,
However, her face was a little sickly pale, which made me feel sorry for her.

Needless to say, the beautiful woman is Helianqian.

At this moment, she opened her mouth and stared blankly at Yang Xuan, "You are!?"

"I..." Yang Xuan hesitated to speak, held back for a long time before he walked over, plopped down on his knees in front of the beautiful couch: "Mother, it's me!"

"You, you are Xuan'er!" He Lianqian's voice trembled, her face was full of surprise and joy.

The first time she saw Yang Xuan, she felt familiar, because Yang Xuan's appearance was too similar to Yang Tian's, almost carved out of the same mold, but Yang Xuan was younger and looked a little immature.

"Xuan'er, hurry up, get up quickly."

"Mother, you are weak, don't move around."

Seeing that He Lianqian was about to get up, Yang Xuan couldn't help but change his expression, he hastily stretched out his hand to support her and let her lean on the head of the bed.

He Lianqian let Yang Xuan do whatever he wanted, and kept looking at him without blinking. After she stabilized her body, she could no longer restrain the excitement in her heart, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, caressing his chiseled face .

Yang Xuan's body trembled slightly, his mood fluctuated, and he wondered if this was maternal love. He could feel a mother's care for her child from the gentle movements of his mother Helianqian.

He Lianqian touched his forehead, nose, eyes, mouth, all the yearning in her heart turned into tears, and she couldn't cry: "Are you really my Xuan'er?"

"The baby's surname is Yang, and the single name is Xuan."

"Woo, it's Xuan'er, it's really Xuan'er!"

He Lianqian burst into tears, and kept nodding her head. She was the one who named Yang Xuan, so how could she forget it.

As the saying goes, mother and child are connected, and He Lianqian's tears immediately softened Yang Xuan's heart.

At this moment, deep in his heart, he no longer harbors any hatred for his mother, Helianqian.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he choked up and said, "Mother, don't cry, you should be happy when the child comes to see you."

"Son, you, don't you hate mother?" He Lianqian murmured in a low voice, opened her arms, and hugged him tightly.

This is her son, who was separated from her when he was born, and she only felt that her heart hurt so much.

"The child is not filial. I don't know what my mother has been going through all these years. I used to complain to you. I hated why you gave birth to me and left. Now that I think about it, I really deserve to die."

Yang Xuan burst into tears, tears pouring down like rain, and his mother's embrace was extremely warm, which he had never experienced before.

Even in his previous life, he was just an orphan who lived on the streets since he was a child, competed with dogs for food, was bullied and beaten, was precarious, and never experienced what a mother's love is.

"Good boy, why would mother blame you? Quickly raise your head and let my mother take a good look at you."

He Lianqian stopped her tears, and held Yang Xuan's head with both hands. Seeing his handsome features, sword eyebrows and star eyes, she couldn't help crying with joy: "It's been 18 years, my son has grown up this year, and he is still so tall Handsome, rich as jade."

"Mother is also very beautiful, like a fairy in the nine heavens, untouched by the world, extraordinary and refined." Yang Xuan grinned.

This is not a compliment, mother Helianqian is indeed beautiful.

Whether it is appearance, figure, or temperament, they are all excellent, comparable to Qin Lan, Yan Ruyue, Su Ziyao and other women, not inferior at all.

"Glib and smooth, my mother is already in her thirties, she is already old and pale, and she can't compare with those young girls."

He Lianqian glared at Yang Xuan without laughing, but her pale pretty face turned a little blush, which showed the joy in her heart.

May I ask which woman in the world doesn't like a man's compliments, especially if this man is her own son, the joy in her heart is even stronger, it's indescribable.

"Baby's words come from the heart, mother is really beautiful." Yang Xuan restrained his smile and said seriously.

"Okay, you little slick."

He Lianqian scolded, raised her hand and tapped his forehead lightly, "You have a completely different personality from your father."

"What is my father's personality?"

Yang Xuan's eyeballs rolled, and his curiosity arose. His memory of his father Yang Tian was still six years ago, when he was only a 12-year-old child.

In his impression, his father was not good at talking, was taciturn, and spent all his time drinking away his sorrows...

"Come on, do it by your mother's side."

He Lianqian pulled Yang Xuan up, let him sit down in front of the bed, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Your father is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and has a kind heart. If it sounds good, it's serious, but if it's bad, it's dead-headed. Once you decide What, ten cows can't pull it back."

"Hey, what mother said is very true. I think you were captured by father's cold outside and hot inside, right?"

Yang Xuan smiled, and after meeting He Lianqian, he also recovered his previous true temperament, and his speech became much more casual.

He Lianqian looked at the son with a playful smile in front of her, and scolded with a smile: "Little rascal, don't talk about being a mother, you are not too young, have you had someone you like in these years?"

Yang Xuan is already old, and most men of this age on the mainland have already married wives and had children.

As his mother, He Lianqian was very concerned about this matter, wishing she could embrace her grandson immediately.

"Of course, not to mention Boyer Yushu Linfeng's appearance, just relying on Boyer's mouth, he can coax countless beautiful girls into his arms."

Yang Xuan patted his chest, and said seriously: "Mother, my child has already found you a few daughter-in-laws, all of whom are fat, thin, and thin. After a few days, I will ask them to come and greet you."

"How many daughters-in-law!?" Helian Qian stared, a little dumbfounded.

"Ahem, mother, don't be surprised, they are all the women that Hai'er loves, and Hai'er is sincere to them." Yang Xuan scratched his head and said.

"You have grown up, I hope you can treat them well."

As He Lianqian spoke, she thought of something and asked, "By the way, where is your father?"

There was deep worry in the words, and it seemed that he also knew that Yang Tian entered the Taixuan Divine Palace regardless of the danger of his life.

"Mother, don't worry. Dad is fine. He is outside now. Do you want me to go out and call him in?" Yang Xuan said.

"No need, it's rare for mother to see you, so I need to talk to you properly." He Lianqian shook her head and gently stroked Yang Xuan's cheek.

(End of this chapter)