Chang Yao cried for a long time, and it was as dark as ink. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info's hungry cooing was really uncomfortable, so she slowly relented and got up from the ground.

As she stood on her legs, the candles in the room lit up. A handsome and beautiful silver-haired man in a dark blue shirt stood tall by the bedroom door, like a delicate painting.

Chang Yao's small red and swollen eyes stared at the silver hair on his shoulder, and said stupidly: "It's you ......"

This demonic man once mentioned that his silver hair full of silk was very different, so Chang Yao recognized him at a glance. Although she didn't know who he was, she knew that this man was the one who made her mother sad.

Because every time my mother mentions him, she will look lost and her eyes will be ruddy. So Chang Yao came back to his senses, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his white and fat little arms as if he was a dry fight, gritted his teeth and pushed the death out fiercely.

"People who make my mother sad are not welcome here." Chang Yao scolded sharply, exerting his strength to breastfeed, but he did not shake the death at all.

The long and deep phoenix eyes of the faint disappeared, revealing a cold cold light, and said faintly: "I have never made your mother sad, but she betrayed me and gave birth to you as a little thing!" ”

Chang Yao was stunned for a moment, and his strong hand no longer pushed, but moved a high stool from the side and stood on it with him, and said with a glint in his eyes: "Is it that stupid cripple at the end telling you that I am my mother?" ”

She was stunned for a moment, her dim eyes set off a trace of waves, and after repeating her words in her mind, she held her shoulders excitedly and said, "How many mothers do you have?" ”

Chang Yao was horrified by his sharp eyes, and his brain went blank and said, "There is another mother in the Sifu." ”

"Is it called Ling Mubing?"

"Yes, she is my own mother." Chang Yao didn't understand why he was asking this, and was about to say something more, but the man in front of him suddenly disappeared, flashed to the side of the bed and cried bitterly.

He said: "Su Xue, I deserve to die, and I actually listened to Scarlet Chan's lies. Half a year ago, when I returned from the Tianshan Mountains and came here to visit you, when I saw you holding the little girl, I should have stepped forward to ask clearly, and I would not have misunderstood it to this day. The tears became more and more turbulent, and his voice was already hoarse: "If it weren't for Fang Cai Lingniao going to Fengshun Demon Mountain to tell me, I still don't know that you used your life to change a pair of legs for me." ”

After a violent sob, he said: "I hate it so much, I hate that I haven't been able to accompany you well for the past five years before you die......"

He said many, many words, and with tears in his eyes, his words were very indistinct.

Chang Yao looked at him in a daze and cried violently at his mother, and he couldn't help but shed tears from the corners of his eyes. Although she didn't figure out what was going on, judging from the current state of her mother lying still like water, it seemed that her mother would never wake up. She hurriedly threw her legs and ran towards the mansion.

An hour later, when Ling Mubing came with her three sons and Si Mingxu together, although there was no one in the hut, there was no trace of anyone, only a snow-white letter was lying on the cold bed.

The above are the words left by the death, not only writing the cause of Ling Suxue's death, but also saying that he owes her too much and wants to bury her body in Fengshun Demon Mountain and accompany her forever......

Ling Mubing was already weak after reading the letter, slumped in her husband's arms, and the four children were depressed on the empty bed, although they didn't know where the aunt had gone, but when they saw their mother's grief-stricken appearance, they all left tears of sadness. Among them, Chang Yao cried the loudest, and his eyes were the most swollen.

In her young heart, she can never forget that she once had a silver-haired mother who took care of herself.

A few days later, Ling Mu Bing, who didn't think about tea and dinner, sat at the table with a wilt, pinching his fingers and counting that his sister's body had not yet been buried. So she entrusted the four children to Si Mu, and turned into a puff of green smoke and flew towards Fengshun Demon Mountain.

The Fox King's palace was as gloomy and gloomy as she had seen at the beginning, and it was unpopular. It seems that the life of the young man is not so good, she sighed softly, and gently turned along the way into the apse, to the fox king's bedroom. Softly pushing open the door, Ling Suxue's corpse was indeed lying there, wrapped in a circle of demon magic to prevent the corpse from decomposing. And beside the bed is motionless, haggard, like the death of rotten wood.

Ling Mubing floated gently an inch into the air, for fear that the sound of his footsteps would disturb the quiet atmosphere.

Faintly aware of the person floating behind him, a slender flicker twitched in the dry well Wubo's eyes, and he said in a tone without warmth: "What are you doing?" ”

His heart was dead, so his whole body exuded the same cold air as a corpse.

Ling Mubing looked at him with pity, stretched out his hand and landed on his shoulder, patting him gently: "People can't be resurrected after death, let Su Xue go to the ground as soon as possible." ”

This sentence touched the softest pain in the heart of the deceased, and tears flowed down his dry eyes, holding the cold hand of the corpse and sobbing: "I am reluctant, reluctant." ”

If he had known that his legs were exchanged for Yang Shou by Su Xue, he would rather not be able to stand up for the rest of his life.

Now he finally got rid of the shackles of the Demon Emperor, abandoned the honor of the Fire Protector, and successfully retired to Fengshun Demon Mountain to be a demon king.

After crying for a long time, he wiped away his tears, looked at Ling Mubing with red eyes and said, "I plan to cut off all my tails on the day when the sun and the moon shine together, so that Su Xue can be resurrected." ”

When Ling Suxue heard this, she was shocked. She had heard of this kind of demon method of resurrecting mortals by the light of the sun and the moon, and it was one of the ten taboos of the Six Realms. But judging from the demonic power that has been hidden for tens of thousands of years, it should not fail. However, the reason why it is forbidden is not only because it goes against the sky, but because after success, the resurrected person is eaten by mana and falls into the devil's path. Life, eternal deformity; Death, eternal life shall not be beyond life. It's extreme.

Ling Mubing's face turned pale, shook his head heavily, and pleaded sincerely: "Fox King, please let Su Xue go." When she was alive, she had been waiting. Now that she finally sleeps for a long time, let her rest in the ground......"

"No, I want her to live, come back to life and let me accompany her for eternity and never give up." He gritted his teeth, looked excited, and the green tendons on his forehead were even more violent.

Ling Mubing knew that persuasion was useless, so he could only warn him about the dangers of resurrection.

Death Yin stubbornly shook his head: "As long as she can live, I will accompany her for eternity." As for death, I will never let her die before I do. ”

The power of obsession is like a piece of grass, deeply rooted in his heart.

Ling Mu walked to the bed with tears in his eyes, gently stroked Ling Suxue's white and stiff cheeks, and said with grief: "Su Xue, you are a hard-working person, this generation has been thinking about others, first lost the exquisite heart, then lost the immortal body, and now ......"

Again, the words were not finished.

The spirit bird fluttered its wings and landed on the chest of Lingxue impartially.