Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

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Fleur came back to her senses and looked at the cake in front of her.

The cake was lit with candles, and extinguished white smoke was still lingering on it.

White Smoke made Fleur realize something she had never realized before.

She stood up from the ground, it was still raining outside the window.

Fleur's first feeling was that the rain was really heavy.

It was so big that Fleur could feel the coolness of the rain through the window.

Fleur was not afraid of the cold, but she suddenly worried that the other person was afraid of the cold.

So Fleur relighted the candle, which was still on top of the cake.

She had the illusion that the cake was for birthday people.

The birthday person should also be able to feel the warmth of the candles on the cake, as long as the lighted candles are stuck on the cake.

Can you feel it?

You can definitely feel it...

That night, the candle was extinguished and lit again, and the flame of the candle relit the whole hall.

Fleur looked at the candles on the cake, and at the door on the other side of the candles.

Every time the candle shook, Fleur seemed to see the door being slowly pushed open.

Simon, who was drenched in the rain, pushed open the door, holding the equally wet boy in his hand.

-Yes, it's wet...

Fleur stood up as if thinking of something, rushed to the room and took many dry and clean towels in a row.

At that time, Fleur had already thought about it.

When they really came back, I would definitely grab the towel and run over immediately.

Then...

Fleur waited all night, and the candles flickered all night, but the hallucinations never came true.

The dry towels were left all night, and the night turned into day, and the sound of the rain outside gradually became smaller.

Until behind her, Barbara took Qin down the stairs and said happily that she wanted to make a bigger cake.

In the past, Fleur would definitely reprimand Barbara, and shouldn't be yelling in the hall.

But now Fleur looked at the cake in front of her that had spent the night with her, and then slowly stood up.

Fleur, the mother, walked to Barbara, the daughter.

She didn't have the harshness and blame she had before.

But with clumsiness and awkwardness that a mother shouldn't have.

As a mother, Fleur wanted to make a cake for him once.

I want to tell him personally that my mother seems to have done some things wrong, but she has figured out many things.

I am a mother first, and then a knight...

As a mother, the first thing I should do is to protect my son.

However, Frey kept silent.

never...

Who would have thought that it was the last time in 12 years that Fleur saw a small figure leaving with a sword.

In the past 12 years, how much training has he experienced?

"Mu Xian..."

Fleur squatted down, the memory in her mind wanted her to hug the boy in front of her again.

Hugging is the best way to make people feel that the person in your arms is a real existence.

"This time mom is just mom."

"Mom will definitely protect you, too."

With his previous experience, Mu Xian took two steps back in succession this time.

These two steps back happened to allow Mu Xian to avoid Fu Lei's embrace.

Mu Xian didn't know what Fu Lei was thinking.

But Fleur's words seemed meaningless to Mu Xian.

—Protected in a dream?

—What is it to protect?

At the time when I should have cared, I didn't do anything, but now I turn my care to the illusory dream.

However, Mu Xian didn't want to refute Fu Lei's words.

He knew he should focus on more important things.

After all, after falling into a dream, the situation outside should become very bad.

No matter what, Mu Xian has to leave this disturbing place as soon as possible.

"Let go of your hands."

Mu Xian's indifferent voice made Fu Lei stunned, and the gentle smile froze on her face.

Following Mu Xian's words, Fleur moved her right hand away from her head, allowing Fleur to see Mu Xian's eyes.

This time, there was no joy of seeing Mu Xian in the dream for the first time, and Fu Lei saw the indifference in the child's eyes that had never been concealed.

This indifference made Fleur feel like the Mu Xian she met when she was a wife.

Although the age is different, the eyes are exactly the same.

"Mu Xian?"

Fleur opened her mouth tentatively, and continued to speak with a smile.

"Remember me."

"I am mother!"

These words made Mu Xian a little impatient.

But in order to make Fu Lei stop pestering him in the future, Mu Xian raised his head and looked at Fu Lei.

"That was just before..."

Mu Xian said, "I don't want to play some mother-son game with you now."

The childish voice reveals indifference, this time Fu Lei really saw Mu Xian who met Dao Wife.

Fleur hesitated for a long time, as if she had made up her mind, she silently stretched out her right hand.

The right hand grabbed towards Mu Xian, the movement was gentle but not slow.

Mu Xian saw Fu Lei's movements, and of course knew what she was going to do.

Mu Xian wanted to control his body to avoid Fu Lei again.

But it has no effect on Fleur who is on guard.

In the next second, Mu Xian was firmly grasped by Fu Lei.

"Feel sorry..."

"No, it's Muxian that you're sick."

The gentle voice carried some self-deception, Fu Lei wanted to hold Mu Xian in her arms.

"Let's go home. You can't go shopping casually when you are sick."

The huge power is not something a child can contend with, so Fu Lei pulls Mu Xian and is about to walk towards the house.

but...

Zheng!

Fleur felt the weight around her waist lighten, and immediately felt the coolness on her face.

Touching the cool part of his face, the red blood made Fleur a little dazed.

The dazed Fu Lei stared blankly at Mu Xian's arm that she was holding.

But now...just the arms.

The scabbard of the West Wind Sword was still hanging on his waist, but the West Wind Sword inside the scabbard had already appeared in Mu Xian's hand.

The weight of the sword body made Mu Xian unable to lift it with one hand at all, so he could only drag it on the ground.

Blood flowed down the blade to the ground, and in Fleur's sight, everything turned scarlet.

The surrounding vendors also noticed the situation here.

They looked at Fleur with hostility.

"See? She's clutching her son's severed hand."

"I saw it before, she forced her son to cut off his own hand."

"As a parent, how can you be like this?"

"Treating her son like this, no wonder she would force him away."

"Things without emotion deserve her husband and daughter to leave her..."

...

The pointing voices of vendors and passers-by around echoed in Fleur's ears.

Fleur looked at the arm in her hand in a daze.