"Spiritual Rain!"

The man couldn't help but cry out, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Lingyu hid the spikes on his body, and now the boy in front of him looked exactly the same as the little boy back then.

The man couldn't help but think, if Xiaoyu was a few years older, wouldn't it be like this? But, is Xiaoyu still alive?......

"I can't be in a dream. He sighed and patted his cheek, "Are you still alive?"

Ling Yu's eyes blinked, and his immature voice said:

"Dad. ”

The man was even more stunned, mixed with joy and sorrow, but there was still a faint trace of doubt and fear in his eyes.

"Spiritual rain? no, it can't be...... Xiaoyu has died many years ago, are you a human or a ghost!"

In the man's memory, this son of his was already dead, infected by demons, and died.

In the face of the man's panic and suspicion, Lingyu smiled innocently, and still said in a childish voice:

"It's me, I'm home. ”

The man hesitated again, seeing that the other party was just a child, he was relieved, and his face finally showed shame and remorse, and his eyes were slightly red.

His feelings gradually dizzed his reason, and he didn't even think about how unreasonable it was for Lingyu to appear here, but nodded and muttered:

"Okay, okay...... It's good if you come back, I'll take you home......"

Lingyu still had the umbrella on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to the man, and said:

"You're not going to throw me away again, are you?"

The man's chest was tightened, and he looked at him with wide eyes.

Although Lingyu said this sentence with a smile, it revealed a penetrating chill that made him feel cold. The torrential rain drenched both of the man's shoulders, and the thin clothes clung to the skin.

"Let's go home first......" He lowered his head a little weakly, remembering the other son in the family, "Dad loves you so much, how could he throw you away......"

"Really?"

Lingyu's childlike face still maintained a smile, her eyes narrowed together, but the smile became colder and colder, frozen on her face, and looked even more sinister and terrifying. He stepped forward, closing in on the man.

"I love my dad so much that I really don't want to leave you. ”

He took a step forward, and the man took a step back, and heard Lingyu ask in a voice:

"I still remember you wrapped me in a few dirty rags and threw them out of the village, don't you love me very much?"

"Why, how could it be. The man finally had a frightened look on his face. "At that time, we were also forced to ......"

"All of you avoided me like a plague, and you threw me away like garbage?"

"No, I promise you that I will not abandon your ...... again"

"What promise do you take?"

Lingyu's face was cold, and he suddenly opened his slitted eyes, the fierce light in his eyes flashed, and the monstrous rain froze in an instant.

The raindrops turned into countless transparent spikes, flying down in unison, and the branches and leaves of the fruit grove trembled violently, and the leaves shattered.

After a few moments, the sound was still. Turquoise leaves spread all over the ground, and the continuous rain returned to normal, like a layer of white mist, covering the silent orchard.

The remnants of the leaves hanging from the tops of the trees have been pierced through countless holes. Lingyu strode forward without hesitation, and in the puddle of rain behind him, the man's corpse was spread with blood.

"I'll never trust anyone again......"

His sigh was like a cold mist that drifted through the air.

As the rain rained sharply, the village's residents scrambled to put away their clothes to dry outside and dried fruits to be spread out.

"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden?"

The women talked.

"It doesn't rain often in the Divine Domain!"

"Let's go home and shelter from the rain!"

They grumbled, quickening their pace. The bean-sized raindrops "crackled" on them, and many of them had no time to run, so they had to hide under the nearest tree house to avoid the rain.

A middle-aged woman carried a skirt through stagnant water and an umbrella, but was blocked by the rushing rain by the stream.

The rising water level in front of me has collapsed the small bridge in the stream, and the wood chips are drifting away with the current.

"This rain is so strange, what should I do......"

The woman looked anxiously and looked around, looking for a way to cross the river. Suddenly, I saw a little boy with an umbrella in the distance, walking towards her unhurriedly.

The woman's expression was unsurprisingly stunned, and her mouth gradually opened open. It wasn't until the boy approached step by step and stood in front of her that her eyes filled with tears, and she cried out:

"Spirit...... Rain ......"

The boy stood calmly in front of her, his short pale blue hair melting into the gray sky, his moist eyes like rain.

"Are you Lingyu? Are you really Lingyu?"

"Mom, it's me. He replied softly, "I'm back." ”

"How did you get back...... Light rain. ”

The woman covered her mouth and wept, and the rain above her head smashed the umbrella in her hand and kept tilting, and she suddenly thought.

"Your father is working in the orchard, and he knows you'll be happy to come back. It's raining so hard, I'm going to call him back first. Then we went home together......"

As she spoke, she took Lingyu's hand and was hesitating how to cross the river.

"Mom, do you remember the White Scorpion at the Institute? You brought him to the Dark Elf Village. ”

"Ah?......" the woman thought for a moment, she couldn't remember much about all those years ago. "Oh, those strange people, did they cure you?"

"They slaughtered the people of the Dark Elf Village and snatched me away from Master. Lingyu sighed softly and looked up at the sky. "What a great trip......

The woman's face was stunned and confused, and she suddenly remembered the fire in front of the village, and the gas spread through the air......

"If only you could come back......"

The small river in front of me was originally a calm stream, very close to home, usually only a slender stream of water flowed through, clear to the bottom, and schools of fish and shrimp. When Lingyu was a child, he used to play by this stream.

Now the torrential rain has washed it into a small river, the foul water has overflowed the riverbed, and the wooden bridge is nowhere to be seen.

"Mom, don't you think it's strange that it's raining so heavily?"

"It's strange that it's been raining for so long, and it's been raining all the time. The woman kept staring at the river, not paying attention to the faint look of disappointment on Xiaoyu's face.

"Mom, you gave me my name, right?"

"Yes, Xiaoyu, it rained heavily on the day you were born. ”

"Every time you see rain in the future, will you think of me?"

"Of course it will, not only when it rains, but also every time in the future. The woman said without warning.

"Is that so, Mom?"

Lingyu took her hand and looked at her with empty eyes.