After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Until Zeng Jing's body was completely cold, and the people disappeared into the snow just before kneeling down, Fu Ying still stared at Zeng Jing's body absent-mindedly.

The corner of her mouth twitched, Shu Nong couldn't tell whether she was going to laugh or cry, but her eyes were very red.

"Zeng is dead."

The blue light in Yan Chang'an's hand pointed directly at Fu Ying's chest, and his voice was really cold, "Do you want us to kill your mother?"

Following his voice, Shu Nong raised his head, and saw a piece of green appeared on the other side of the snow mountain at some point.

With the breeze blowing, the piece of green was also sent in front of Shu Nong and the others.

The color of the snow fades away, the greenery flourishes, and the vitality is revived.

Shu Nong suddenly heard a few sobs.

In the snow before, the boy who was kneeling to call her mother reappeared. He stumbled, stepped on the grass, knelt down beside Fu Ying, and tremblingly grabbed her sleeve.

"Mother……"

Fu Ying was finally willing to look him in the eye.

Fu Yang's face was wounded, the corners of his mouth were black and blue, and his fine clothes were torn, stained with a large amount of blood.

Fu Ying seemed to be stung by the scars and blood on his body, her eyelashes trembled violently, her fingers moved, and she slowly turned her eyes away, not daring to look into Fu Yang's eyes again.

"Mother--"

Fu Yang reached out and gently turned Fu Ying's head back, looked straight into her eyes, and said softly, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Zeng Jing and Fu Ying have been trapped in his demonic realm for hundreds of years. The real body has become vulnerable after several cycles. At least for Fu Yang himself, it is impossible to kill Zeng Jing and Fu Ying. Fu Ying, it's not difficult.

It's just that he is subject to demons.

The young boy in front of him is obviously not Fu Yang himself.

Shu Nong pursed his lips slightly, and heard Song Lin beside him sigh softly: "You are careful to curry favor with the devil's child, but your own parents and children have to suffer like this. If that is the case, why did you give birth to him in the first place?"

"No—" Fu Ying opened her eyes slightly, and finally raised her hand to touch the scar on Fu Yang's face, "It's not like this."

She tried to explain: "I don't want to either... I'm sorry, Xiaoyang, I don't know—"

She had no idea things would turn out like this.

How did things develop like this?

Fu Ying thought, obviously at first, she just wanted to repay Zeng Jing's kindness.

How did she get to where she is now step by step?Betrayed the human race, let down his former self, betrayed his relatives, and turned his heart to the righteous way, the young city lord has become what he is today.

but--

She gritted her teeth, where did she go wrong?

All living beings are equal, and demons who have not committed murder should be treated equally with humans. What is wrong with these words?It is obvious that people are not all good, and demons are not all evil, and people's hearts are sometimes more terrifying than demons, so why is it wrong? How did it--let her go to this point?

Where did she start to compromise with Zeng Jing?

Fu Yang, who was kneeling in front of her, seemed to be crying and smiling, with the corners of his mouth raised, and big drops of tears rolled down.

"You didn't want to either." He repeated in a low voice, meeting her eyes again, "But you still did it."

The spring brought by Fu Yang seemed to be unable to blow away the severe cold in the snow. Fu Ying's raised hand froze in the air, only feeling the cold wind blowing.

The spring day had already risen, Fu Yang bent down, held her slowly falling hand, and carefully pressed her forehead against her. Warm tears fell on Fu Ying's palm, and her hateful eyes were gently closed.

"Xiao Yang—"

"Mother." Fu Yang said softly, "I hate you."

He raised his hand slightly, and the white stream of light turned slightly, directly entering Fu Ying's heart. The latter did not struggle, but obediently accepted the killing intent from the child, and slowly closed her eyes.

"I made a mistake, and I regret it a lot."