Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 38

"Who the hell are you?" Chang Di couldn't help but wonder where this monster came from, and whether what it said was true.

"I'm just a lowly monster, and I don't know why I can be entrusted by a tiger mother."

"When did my mother have a dead son? She only has me as a son."

Maybe the monster wasn't lying. Could it be that the mother gave birth to a child... Before the mother became the father's concubine, she was just a ghost slave, and there was absolutely no possibility of conceiving.Who is that dead child?Could it be the child of mother and father, but why he didn't know anything.

"I will investigate this matter, you go, don't bother my mother again."

Youyuan knelt down, bowed respectfully to the spiritual seat three times, got up, nodded slightly, and left.

For some reason, Chang Di suddenly grabbed him, "Is my mother safe in your dream?"

"When I pass away, I miss my dead son and cry endlessly." It tells the truth.

When his mother passed away, Chang Di was not by her side.The father said that she passed away peacefully without leaving a single word, so he felt sad. Was the mother unwilling to give even a little care when she was leaving?

Only then did my father hand over the plum blossom and agate hairpin to Chang Di, saying, "Your mother has worked so hard as Mei Ji, and it is not easy to support you. She has exhausted her energy and cannot keep you."

At a young age, he took over the hairpin, looked at the bloody plum blossoms on the agate, recalled the past with his mother, and kept silent for a long time.

Mother may have something to say in her heart, but it's too late to tell him.

As for the death of the mother, the father must be well aware of it, and he can predict that his father has concealed many things from him.

"If we can meet again in the future, please tell me, Tiger, why your mother gave me a nightmare."

When Chang Di saw its terrifying appearance, he felt a little pity. Such an ugly description might be hated even in the demon world, but the pure eyes were very kind and inexplicably familiar.

"If there is a day, definitely."

"What is the name of this mountain?" You originally thought that if you survived the catastrophe and there is no end to the sky, you might be able to return to this place and truly unravel the dream, but it knew it was a delusion.

"Charming Mountain."

After hearing this, Youyuan couldn't help saying, "The green mountains are charming, the white snow and red plums are a good vision."

Chang Di was surprised again, is it really so predestined, he still remembers his mother, when teaching himself to practice poetry, looking at the white snow outside the house, and writing the horoscope.

The green hills are charming, the snow is white and the plums are red.

He asked what he meant, and his mother said that many people in the world spend their whole lives, but they only want to have one heart, to see each other's charming green mountains, and to embrace white snow and red plums.

But the four seasons are always there, but it is difficult for the bosom friend to be with you.

It's not that he doesn't know that for a stubborn mother, if the person she loves is not sincere enough, then her life will be in vain. What's more, her mother is Mei Ji who became her father instead.

She said that she and her father would rather never know each other than to forget each other forever.

Love is deep, hate is boundless.

Love is a poisonous wine, with a strong aroma and a mellow taste. As long as a greedy person drinks it, he will pass through his intestines. If he pays attention to his liver, he will not die, but will experience long-lasting pain.

Changdi looked at the inscription his father had carved on his mother.

The tomb of the old concubine Yuping.

Other than that, no more words.

To the majestic and heartless father, the mother was just a concubine whose title could not be securely held, could not enter the royal tomb, and could not even bear the names of her son and husband on the spiritual throne.

However, he also knew that his mother didn't care, she had long since disdained being a Meiji, but she still missed her dead son like that... If it was a secret, he might have to solve it himself.

I don't know which mountain I went to.

Zhijin finally saw a huge boulder, so she lazily slept on it, rested her feet, and thought that a few days later, she didn't like the days of taking other people's lives.

Xu Shi was too tired and fell asleep in a daze. She dreamed that she was back in the sky, first she ran to the Fire Cloud Hall, and saw Xingjun in the main hall frowning, reading a volume of documents.

She even forgot to salute, and went straight to Xing Jun, shouting, Xing Jun, I'm back, do you miss me?

Xingjun saw her sweat-soaked skirt, smiled dotingly, and told her not to be so impolite, go and wash it quickly.

But she just didn't want to, and pulled Xing Jun's sleeve, begging for an answer.

Xingjun had no choice but to raise his hand to wipe off the sweat for her. How could I miss Jin'er, Jin'er is the person on my heart, the love of my life.

After hearing this, she was very happy, hugged Xingjun tightly, and said, Xingjun, I will never leave you again.

Xing Jun also hugged her tightly, getting tighter and tighter, and she complained because she couldn't breathe well.

Zhijin exhaled in pain, opened his eyes, only to realize that he had just dreamed.

Surrounded by some black butterfly demons flying from nowhere, they are struggling to eat her soul, and she can't get rid of it no matter what.

Zhijin yelled for help, but after she yelled, she felt ridiculous. In this deep mountain and old forest, how could there be a monster with higher magic power than her to come to rescue her.

She had no choice but to try her best to find a way to escape, muttering in her heart, what a pity that she met these lingering soul-eating butterfly monsters, if she died here, it would be so bad that no one would even know about it.

Obviously, this is not the first time these butterfly monsters have done harm to people like this. I don't know how many undead they have in their stomachs.

She tried to persuade, "It's too vicious for you to bully people like this. As monsters, you can't eat other people's souls for cultivation, you will be punished by heaven!"

Of course those savage butterfly demons can't understand human language...

Zhijin was bitten to the point of losing consciousness, she had to fight back, this was the first time she wanted to hurt other monsters to save her own life, but she had to do this, she had endured the pain for a long time, she only hoped that the butterfly monster could Knowing how to advance and retreat, even if it eats some of her spirits, it doesn't matter.

But such entanglement, she was unwilling to let her give up her life.

Don't blame me, then, I just don't want to die in vain.

She pulled out the wooden hairpin in the bun, pierced her fingertips, and a drop of blood rose up. She crushed it hesitantly, and the blood immediately turned into flames, burning all the butterfly demons surrounding her.

Seeing this scene not far away, Zhong Yan felt mixed emotions in his heart.

A few years ago, an uninvited guest came to Cishan, who wanted to meet the demon boss.The flirtatious Zhong Yan is merciful everywhere, so of course he has no time to see people.

The Yao Nu tried to stop him, but he easily avoided the Yao Nu and entered the main palace of Mount Ci.

He said to Zhongyan, I did divination for you and got a verdict.

Zhong Yan, who has high mana and wide knowledge, can tell that this person is not a mediocre man, at least he is an immortal official with profound morals.

Zhong Yan took the jade slips and wrote: "Lonely mountain and lonely, singing red as embers flying on the drum."

What does this mean?

If you don’t do what I tell you, Immortal Dao in a white cloak and a lake blue shirt, ten years later you will die alone in a place with a big drum in a lonely mountain, with blood splashing all over the ground.

Zhong Yan, who was afraid of death since he was a child, didn't know if he could trust this uninvited immortal, but he was still guilty, and couldn't help asking, how to avoid disaster?

　The belief of a handsome male demon boss is to spare his life, don't disfigure his face...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)