Eternal Demon King

As one of the secret treasures of the Promise Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Bead has a huge space inside and is a world of its own.

This is a vast garden, with flowers like brocade, small bridges lying horizontally, gurgling water, and rockery pavilions can be seen everywhere, like a paradise, elegant and quiet.

Swish!

A figure appeared leisurely, it was Yang Xuan.

A spotless white robe, black hair flying in the wind, and a face like a knife cutting stone, indescribably handsome and unrestrained.

This is the transformation of the soul, and a single thought can change thousands of times. Of course, the appearance cannot be changed, only the dress can be changed.

"What a miraculous power!" Yang Xuan whispered.

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

"Tianmozhu is an ancient secret treasure, it has the effect of stabilizing the soul, and it is very powerful!"

A black light flashed, and the purgatory boy also came in. He stretched his finger to the other courtyard behind a green bamboo forest and said, "There is a spirit in that other courtyard, so it must be your mother."

Yang Xuan remained silent, stepped into the garden, and passed through the bamboo forest in a short while, only to see a small lake in front of him.

By the lake, a courtyard was built near the water, surrounded by lush ancient forests, and the water mist filled the air.

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

The courtyard is very large, with shaded trees, pavilions, ponds and lotus flowers.

Passing through several stone arch bridges all the way, there is a two-story attic in front, 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 Helianqian.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know how to say it. Calling "mother", he felt a little hard to say it, and he couldn't help but scratch his head and was upset.

"It doesn't matter, mother is not a beast, 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, and there is a room on the left and right sides.

Yang Xuan released his perception, walked outside the room on the right, and gently pushed the door and walked in.

The room is filled with sandalwood, and the decoration is ordinary. The seats and stools are all made of sandalwood, which is full of ancient charm.

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

Looking at that figure, Yang Xuanru was shocked by electric shock, and his eyes could not help but become wet.

He opened his mouth and wanted to shout, but there was something in his throat that prevented him from making a sound.

At this moment, the tears couldn't stop pouring out, slipping from the cheeks, soaking the clothes.

Yang Xuan took a hard step and approached the show couch.

Every time he took a step, his body was trembling, he seemed excited and hesitant, some expecting and some overwhelmed, and his heart could be described as mixed.

"This is my mother. Although she has not raised me, it is a last resort."

Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, and his eyebrows gradually became firm.

He stepped forward slowly, his feet silent, for fear of disturbing the people in the show couch.

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

The voice is like the sound of nature, crisp and sweet, with a bit of weakness, a bit of joy, and a bit of coyness.

Yang Xuan paused, he wanted to shout "mother", but it was hard to say the words.

Seeing that there was no response from the outside, the people inside the show bed seemed a little puzzled.

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

A beautiful woman in her thirties, with long hair like silk and satin, draped on both sides of the fragrant shoulders, elegant and delicate, wearing a luxurious aqua green Qiluo skirt, tall and slender, waist slender like a willow She is graceful, and she can't pick out the slightest flaw.

Her appearance is also absolutely beautiful. On top of a pretty face, her skin is like condensed fat, crystal clear, delicate facial features, a proud figure, and the charm of a mature woman. It can be called a masterpiece of God, and the beauty is suffocating.

However, her face was a little morbidly pale, and I felt pity.

Needless to say, the beautiful woman was Helian Qian.

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

"I..." Yang Xuan hesitated for a while, and after holding it for a long time, he walked over, plopped down on his knees in front of Xiu's couch: "Mother, it's me!"

"You, you are Xuan'er!" He Lianqian's voice trembled, and her face was both surprised and happy.

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

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

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

Seeing that Helianqian was about to get up, Yang Xuan's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached out to support her and let her lean on the head of the bed.

He Lianqian allowed Yang Xuan to act, and looked at him without blinking. After she stabilized her body, she could no longer restrain her excitement. She stretched out her hand tremblingly and caressed his well-defined face. .

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

Helianqian touched his forehead, nose, eyes, mouth, all the love in his heart turned into tears, sobbing: "Are you really my Xuan'er?"

"The child's surname is Yang, and the single name has a mysterious character."

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

Helianqian burst into tears and nodded her head, the name Yang Xuan was named by her, how could she forget it.

As the saying goes, mother and son are connected, and Helianqian's tears instantly softened Yang Xuan's heart.

At this moment, in the depths of his heart, he no longer has any hatred for his mother, Helian Qian.

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

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

This is her son, who was separated from her at birth, and she only felt that her heart was aching.

"My child is not filial. I don't know my mother's hardships over the years. I used to complain about you. I hated why you gave birth to me and left. Now think about it, I really deserve to die."

Yang Xuan burst into tears, tears fell 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, living on the streets since childhood, taking food from dogs, being bullied and beaten, precarious, and never experienced what maternal love is.

"Good boy, how can my mother blame you, raise your head quickly, and let Wei Niang take a good look at you."

He Lianqian stopped her tears and cupped Yang Xuan's head with both hands. Seeing his clear facial features, sword eyebrows, star eyes, and dignified appearance, He Lianqian couldn't help crying with joy: "It's been eighteen years, my son has grown up this year, and he still looks like this. Tall and handsome, rich as jade."

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

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

No matter in appearance, figure, or temperament, they are all excellent, enough to be comparable to Qin Lan, Yan Ruyue, Su Ziyao and other women, not inferior at all.

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

Helianqian glared at Yang Xuan without a smile, but her pale and pretty face was a little flushed, which showed the joy in her heart.

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

"My child's words come from the bottom of my heart, my mother is really beautiful." Yang Xuan restrained his smile and said seriously.

"Okay, you little slicker."

Helianqian said angrily, raised her hand and tapped his forehead lightly, "You have a completely different personality from your father."

"What is my father's character?"

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

In his impression, his father was not good at talking, was taciturn, and used alcohol to relieve his worries all day long...

"Come, do it for my mother."

Helianqian pulled Yang Xuan up, made him sit down in front of the bed, pursed his lips and smiled: "Your father is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, kind-hearted, if you say something nice, you are serious, if you say something wrong, you are dead brains. What, ten cows can't pull it back."

"Hey, what my mother said is very true. I think you were captured by your father's coldness and heat, right?"

Yang Xuan smiled, and after recognizing Helianqian, he also regained his previous true temperament, and his words became much more casual.

He Lianqian looked at the smiling son in front of him, and scolded with a smile: "Little rascal, don't say that you are a mother, you are also an old man, have you had a crush over the years?"

Yang Xuan was eighteen years old, and the vast majority of men of this age on the mainland had already married and had children.

As her mother, Helianqian was very concerned about this matter, and wished she could hug her grandson immediately.

"Of course, not to mention the appearance of the child's jade tree and the wind, just relying on the child's mouth, you can coax countless beautiful girls into their arms."

Yang Xuan patted his chest and said sternly: "Mother, baby, I have already found a few daughters-in-law for you. Yan is fat and thin. After a few days, I will ask them to greet you."

"How many daughters-in-law!?" Helianqian's eyes widened, a little dumbfounded.

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

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

Helianqian said, thinking of something, and asked, "By the way, where is your father?"

There was a strong worry in the words, and it seemed that Yang Tian entered the Taixuan Divine Palace regardless of his life.

"Mother don't worry, Dad is all right, he is outside now, do you want me to go out and call him in?" Yang Xuan said.

"No, it's rare for mother to see you, so I want to talk to you properly." Helianqian shook her head and gently rubbed Yang Xuan's cheek.