She turned around and found that the person was actually her son, who died young.

"Is that man my father?"

The boy looked at the farmer with a dull look in his eyes, and asked the woman in a childish voice.

The woman's heart was startled and she nodded slowly.

Since then, the son has been with him every day, lying in the coffin, watching her husband busy on the ground.

I don't know how long it was, but one day, the woman suddenly heard an exclamation from her son's mouth:

"Father, he never came to see us!"

Rao is accustomed to this, and the woman who only stares at her husband from a distance can't help but throb at this emotion.

A hint of hesitation flashed between her brows, but only for an instant, she returned to normal.

Oh, yes! As the son said, how long has it been since her husband came under this cherry blossom tree?

One month? Or a year? The woman can't remember anymore.

Every time she saw her husband come back from the field with a tired face, her compassion rose again.

The husband still has to take care of his daughter, and he is so busy with farm work in the fields, how can he expect him to come and visit him?

Every time I think of this, the faint sense of loneliness in a woman's heart will be alleviated a little.

Her youngest son, however, doesn't think so.

One day, when the farmer passed under the cherry blossoms with his hoe as usual, his son sighed again:

"I don't know what it's like to be loved by my father?"

The woman's heart tightened again.

His own son has never felt his father's love.

Looking at her son's lost face day by day, in the woman's heart, she made a living:

If the husband could lie down under the cherry blossom tree, wouldn't the son's wish come true?

Thinking like this, an evil thought arose in the woman's heart.

Tong Yao watched this black evil thought grow bigger and bigger in the woman's heart, and finally, finally devoured her pure heart.

The woman's outstretched arms were wrapped in the air, and Murong Xi's palm seemed to be encircled in her arms.

I saw her five fingers sharp, and the palm wind in her arms, as if condensed into a tangible object, was instantly crushed by her.

Tong Yao only felt that a huge strong wind was spreading out from the woman's arms, and it was strong.

She subconsciously raised her hand to block the cherry blossom petals that were blowing in the wind, and when she opened her eyes again, she saw that the woman had already moved in front of Murong Xi.

In the face of the woman's fierce and ruthless methods, Murong Xi's face was still as calm and light as ever, but his eyes were as sharp as a blade.

He opened his palms, and at some point, the bone flute was already in his hands.

Faced with this phosphorescent object, the movements in the woman's hand were obviously stagnant.

Tong Yao felt as if she was afraid of this bone flute.

However, this was also short-lived, and after a short pause, the woman took the initiative to attack again.

Murong Xi blocked it with his wide sleeves, and swept out half a foot of his body. Silently chanted: "Dongqinglong." ”

Seeing Murong Xi escape from her palm, the woman gritted her teeth, turned her left palm up, exerted force with her right palm, shouted angrily, concentrated her strength, and ran towards Murong Xi again.

Tong Yao saw such a moment of crisis, Murong Xi still had a smile on his lips, but this time, there was no smile in his eyes.

I saw him stretch out his right arm, and the bone flute drew a blue light in front of his eyes, and the woman's hand touched the bone flute, making a "hissing" sound.