A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating a haze and breaking the hope in Muyu's heart. The violent wind began to wreak havoc, an old tree crunched in the distance, crumbling, the leaves had left it, its branches were cut off and rolled away, and the trunk could be cut off at any time.

　　 Dead wood is like the old tree at the moment, the vitality is quickly dissipating.

　　 "Don't die, life and death blink! Life and death blink!"

　　 Muyu clenched her teeth, wanted to fall into a state of violent running, wanted to awaken Mu Youmeng's ability, and wanted to save dead wood in a blink of an eye.

　　 But the Nine Heavens Sealing Demon Array has completely trapped Muyou Meng Lingzhu. His body has no reaction at all, no rage power, only humble spiritual power, and no use at all.

　　 "Don't, I don't want you to die." Mu Yu lowered his head, his whole figure was knocked with a stick, and became a godless.

　　 A tear dripped down on the chest of the dead wood.

　　 Withered Tree looked at Muyu with a smile, and said softly: "So you still will cry for me, I always thought you were a child with no heart..."

　　 "I won't shed tears, no!" Muyu said stubbornly, but the tears poured down like a breakwater, soaking the clothes.

　　 He remembered the joke with the dead wood in the ghost grass illusion:

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　　 "Go! Your **** will still cry for me? Then the sun will hit the west side!" Withered Wood scolded angrily.

　　 "Okay, I won't shed tears if you call your life in the future." Muyu mixed a grimace.

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　　 Muyu thought it was just a joke, but now he really burst into tears.

　　 He had never cried before, because he felt he would learn to be strong in life, and all tears were disguised as hypocrisy. But at this moment, he removed his disguise and let tears lie down.

Withered tree looked at Muyu, this child who never grows up, and the Xiaoshuai both have trouble all day long, and have always been so optimistic, like a sunbeam shone into the lonely heart of the withered tree, making him feel certain Unspeakable warmth.

　　He used to be very lonely and refused to be a thousand miles away, but Muyu just walked into his life.

"Don't you always want to know what is the illusion I saw in the angry grass?" The corner of the dry wood mouth overflowed with blood, and the breath was getting weaker and weaker, but he still insisted, he didn't want to leave regrets, suddenly there were so many at this moment I want to say to the child in front of me.

　　 He has never liked to say good things, because that would make him feel awkward. But he understood that if he didn't say anything, he might never have the opportunity to speak again.

　　 Muyu once asked whether Drywood was the hero who saved the deadwood in that illusion. Drywood always told Muyu that he was a bear. Muyu asked him twice about this question, but the dead wood didn't tell Muyu the exact answer.

　　 "I don't want to know, I just want you alive!" Muyu's voice became hoarse.

　　At the time, in the wrath of the underworld, in order to be able to get out of Muyu's illusion, the knife that the dead wood stabbed at Muyu resolutely made Muyu feel very unpleasant. Although he knew that the knife was fake at all, the dead wood thorn was so decisive, as if he was doing a simple thing that made Mu Yu feel a little panic.

　　 He didn't know what he meant to the dead wood, what position he had in the dead wood's mind, why he didn't hesitate when the dead wood thorn. Muyu even wondered if if one day let Kumu choose between Miao Yuyan and Muyu to survive, will Kumu choose Miao Yuyan instead of him without hesitation?

　　 Muyu was troubled by this knife for a long time.

　　 Muyu asked Deadwood twice. He wanted to know what role he played in Deadwood's illusion. He regarded Deadwood as his father, but he was afraid to know that Deadwood had only been using him.

　　 "In my illusion, you are not a great hero to save me, nor a bear I said, you are my son." Withered said slowly.

　　 Muyu raised his head violently, meeting the gaze of the dead wood. His heart was beating violently!

"After knowing that Feng Haochen had a daughter, my resentment towards him turned into envy and jealousy. I don’t understand why he always has what I don’t have. He takes away the people I like and even the apprentices he cultivates. It’s all so good. I suddenly thought I was alone, not even a junior, how sad this life is!"

　　 Withered wood's smile was sad, he hated Feng Haochen's life, but he could not compare with Feng Haochen, and the only apprentice who was even received was Feng Haochen. He didn't understand what he was thinking. He would treat Feng Haochen's apprentice as his own son. He forced himself to suppress this feeling, but the dead wood couldn't deceive himself.

"When I saw Tianran, I thought of you. I thought of you as my own son. Although you were always angry with me, I remembered that I often angered Xueer's father. Both of us It’s the same. But I don’t want you to know, because you only have your master in your heart, I don’t want to insult you for helping you to help Feng Haochen, so I don’t want to tell you what my illusion is... …"

　　 "I don't want to know what illusion anymore, I just want you to live!" Muyu murmured.

Withered tree shook his hand tremblingly, and wiped tears from the corners of Muyu’s eyes: "In the illusion given to me by the turfgrass, you also annoyed me angrily, but always called me Daddy withered tree. How could you call me

What about dad? If you let you know, you must laugh again. I know I don’t deserve to be your dry wood daddy, this is just what I think about, don’t worry about it. "

　　 He never told Mu Yu what he saw as a phantom. The appearance of Mu Yu made his dead heart extraordinary. In fact, he always wanted to have a child and raise him with a loved one.

Mu Yu really became his son in his illusion, whether he is with Leng Bingxue or Miao Yuyan, Mu Yu is like a child who will never grow up, and he is no big or small joke around him He likes that feeling, and likes Mu Yu's voice calling him "Daddy withered Wood".

　　 But he didn't think he was good enough, because Muyu's personality was completely opposite to him. An optimistic child should have an optimistic father, not a lonely grumpy one.

　　Muyu's heart seemed to be hit by someone, and the heart knot that had troubled him for a long time suddenly opened. When the dagger in the dead wood's hand penetrated Muyu's body, Muyu's heart was empty. At that time, he even suspected that deadwood never took him seriously, but now Muyu knew he was wrong.

　　The dead wood was stabbed by his son at that time!

"I won't laugh at you. I have treated you as my father. I thought you didn't care about me and never dared to raise it. I have the same concerns as you, but in my heart you have always been my dry wood father, I swear!" Muyu buried her head in the deadwood's arms.

　　 The sound of "Daddy Drywood" is so simple, pure, but with sincere emotions. This is a simple title, but because of their respective characters, they never shouted, until today.

　　Mu Yu was wrapped in the anger and death of Wraith, and the withered tree kept in the formation for nearly a month, never leaving in one step. He was afraid that Muyu would be out of the handicap pool. He was afraid that Muyu would never wake up again, because it was his son who was surrounded by danger!

"Whether you are comforting me or sincerely, I will accept this dad. Maybe you, like everyone else, think I am useless and not at the same level as your master. But you never see me I really shot, this piece of blood jade ink crystal was engraved by me, it will let you see how your useless daddy withered wood used the array technique to kill the people of the distracting period with the cultivation of Jindan period, It’s a pity that you didn’t succeed. Don’t joke about your father.”

Withered wood struggled to put the blood jade ink crystal on Muyu's hand, he accepted Muyu as an apprentice, but when he went out, he was the one who was laughed at in the eyes of everyone. Everyone thought he got it because of the apprentice of the true God. Many benefits, everyone is raising the sword shadow dust wind and degrading him. Everyone thinks that he is a worthy name as the master of Muyu. Everyone looks down on him and treats him as a joke...

　　 He didn't care about all this, because he didn't care about the eyes of outsiders. But Mu Yu has been maintaining his dignity, helping him speak, and protecting him from being bullied. Over time, he was also unwilling in his heart. He wanted to prove in front of Muyu that he was not useless, not the dead wood with the light of the true disciple.

　　He wanted to perform once in front of Muyu.

　　 would like to perform once in front of his son.

　　 So he used the blood jade ink crystal to record how to use the array technique to kill the sky. He wanted Muyu to know that his dead wood was evergreen and qualified to be a master of Muyu! More qualified to be Muyu's dead wood father!

But he still failed. The people in the Mie Palace attacked him so that his last wish could not be fulfilled. His son couldn’t see his dad’s awe-inspiring appearance. Maybe he could only be a dead wood daddy forever. Too.

　　 "I never thought you were useless and wouldn't laugh at you, because-because -" Muyu wiped her tears, "because as a son, I will never laugh at my father."

　　 Muyu had no parents since he was a child. He felt that having parents was a very happy thing. He regards dead wood as his father, so he never disappoints his father's low strength, because old dead wood has protected him in front of many people, and now he should protect old dead wood.

　　Even if Daddy Drywood is repaired very low, Muyu knows he is not qualified to laugh at Daddy Drywood because he has no ability to protect Daddy Drywood!

　　 Withered wood showed a gratifying smile: "In what you said, I like this sentence."

　　 The dark clouds were finally torn by lightning, and the rain poured down from the crack, falling into the world ~ www.readwn.com ~ knocking on all things in the world, rustling.

"I hope you learn array technique, but Feng Haochen will not let you learn it. This matter depends on your own wishes. My array technique is stronger than Feng Haochen. This is the only place I am proud of. I still hope You can learn all my techniques, but unfortunately I can’t teach you personally. After I die, I will bring my body to Xueer. I can’t be with her. I will be by her side after death. I’m sorry... "

　　 Withered wood slowly reached out his **** hands and patted Muyu's back gently. He used to like to find Muyu out of this way. Mu Yu never evaded, even if his cultivation base had already surpassed the dead wood, he would let the dead wood hit him when the dead wood was about to hit his head.

　　 This may be the last time the dead wood hit Muyu's head.

　　 Although Muyu has never been big or small, he always cares about the feeling of dead wood. After the dead wood loses its cultivation, he protects the self-esteem of the dead wood everywhere and protects his dignity as a master of fit. He has never underestimated dead wood, and never thinks that the dead wood in Jindan period is a burden, because he knows how to be grateful!

　　The son should not betray his father.

　　The life of the dead wood is tragic, he has been doing other things all his life

Live by man. When he made up his mind to live for himself, but the Mie Palace did not allow him to live again.

　　 The wind blew violently, and the old tree in the distance was finally cut off by the waist and no longer had any chance.

　　The raindrops hit Muyu and made his heart cold.