Lying in Liu Qingchen's arms, Liu Ruyun gently stroked his hair.

She said faintly: "The world says that your father is the devil, but I know that he is not heinous, but he is not tolerated for the right way. ”

"I don't care if he's on the right path or not." Liu Qingchen burst into tears: "I just want to have my mother by my side." ”

Put the fairy sword in his hand: "Accept the intercession, after my mother leaves, I will turn into a sword spirit and accompany you." ”

"I don't want it!" Liu Qingchen cried and shouted: "I only want my mother!" ”

Liu Ruyun's eyes have two lines of tears under the corner.

She shook her head slowly: "It's time for me to go and accompany him......"

Looking at the inquiry, her tearful eyes were infinitely tender: "The world laughs at me for being stupid, and I laugh at the world for being crazy." Mo on the pink peach contains spring, and he does not regret that his husband is the devil......"

She slowly closed her eyes, with a beautiful smile on the corner of her mouth, and two lines of tears remained in the corner of her eye.

"Mother!" Holding her body, Liu Qingchen raised his face and cried: "Don't leave me alone!" ”

He shouted loudly, and Liu Ruyun would never hear it.

Seventeen years, exactly seventeen years.

Knowing that his mother was in Luoyingdong, he didn't dare to see him.

Filled with remorse, Liu Qingchen cried loudly, venting his sorrow that he had suppressed for 17 years.

Ling Yunxuan waited outside the Luoying Cave for a long time.

didn't see Liu Qingchen come out, he planned to go in and have a look.

Just as he was about to fly across the cold pool, he noticed two figures behind the waterfall.

Liu Qingchen walked out with a person in his arms.

The waterfall fell on them, instantly wetting their clothes.

Unaware of it, he stood there dumbfounded, letting the icy water pour down his head.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Yunxuan shouted.

Liu Qingchen did not respond.

Jumping over, Ling Yunxuan came to his side.

The waterfall also washed him wet.

Wiping his face, he shouted at Liu Qingchen: "Don't stand here, get out quickly." ”

Pulling up Liu Qingchen, Ling Yunxuan jumped to the other side of Qingtan.

The two of them stood firm, and he saw Liu Qingchen holding a beautiful woman.

The woman's facial features are very similar to Liu Qingchen, and you can guess that it is his mother just by looking at it.

Her chest was pierced by something, and blood was soaking through her clothes.

The waterfall was showered, and Liu Ruyun was already soaked.

His face was pale and breathless.

What Liu Qingchen is holding is just a shell.

No matter how naughty Ling Yunxuan was, he knew that he shouldn't say anything at this time.

Holding Liu Ruyun's body, Liu Qingchen walked into the peach blossom forest.

"Where are you going?" Ling Yunxuan followed.

Liu Qingchen replied desolately: "We can't let her be trapped here forever." ”

Ling Yunxuan didn't ask any more questions, and accompanied him into the peach blossom forest.

Walking far away, Liu Qingchen gently put down Liu Ruyun.

Pulling out the fairy sword, he silently dug a pit in the ground.

Ling Yunxuan wanted to help, but was pushed away by him.

Looking at Liu Qingchen, Ling Yunxuan didn't know how to persuade him.

The mountains are full of peach blossoms, but the atmosphere in the forest is dull, and it is depressing.

Ling Yunxuan silently walked to the side and chose a few stout peach trees.

Putting down the peach tree, he wielded his spiritual power and wielded the fairy sword.

After a few moments, he had cut out twenty or thirty planks of comparable thickness.

Piece the planks together to make a coffin.

He said to Liu Qingchen: "You can't let your mother not even have a coffin. ”

Liu Qingchen didn't speak, and silently bowed to him to thank him.

Picked up Liu Ruyun and gently put it into the coffin.

The two of them carried it and fell into the tomb that had just been dug up.

Ling Yunxuan stuck an extra wooden board on the grave and used it as a tombstone.

Liu Qingchen swung his sword and carved the beautiful but strong handwriting on the wooden board.