Xiao Boran had a long and complicated dream.

In dreams, the sky is sometimes colorful and sometimes lightning and thunder.

His limbs and neck were chained, and he knelt on a dark stone platform, and the cold feeling was very real even in his dreams.

Looking around, he saw a dozen white-clad Protoss hanging in the air, looking down at him like a livestock waiting to be slaughtered, but without a trace of pity.

The leader walked towards him, and he couldn't see his face, only the gold-painted boots approaching step by step. And the spiritual power around that person's body surged, like a vast river, and every step he took formed a ripple of water rippling around.

He seemed to speak, he felt as if he was speaking in a hurry, as if all this could make or break between life and death.

"You promised my mother."

"Really?"

He seemed to feel the look of the man tugging at the corners of his mouth, and tried to look up.

But his neck sank, and his eyes were dark.

The voices of many people flooded into his head.

"He was born to turn the world upside down."

"The Book of Heaven can't go wrong, this son was born to subvert the divine realm, and he has to be removed."

"He will become an obstacle to Xiao Jiu's ascension, and he will be killed."

"The little god is willing to abolish his divine power, and promises that my son will no longer cultivate for the rest of his life, become an immortal or a god, and live in the world forever. I only ask that he be allowed to live for the rest of his life. ”

It was a woman's voice.

Suddenly, the surroundings lit up, and he swam in the water like a fish, and when he looked up, he could see the clouds rolling up and the brilliant nine-fold palace in the sky.

He dreamed that a woman in green clothes hugged him into his arms, held himself in the palm of his hand, and felt the temperature of her cheeks.

It was a warmth he had never experienced.

Suddenly, the colorful glow came, the brilliance was dazzling, and he was cold all over his body. He felt as if the water around him had frozen, and the cold air had penetrated into his bone marrow.

He saw the cyan figure in front of him, and through the light he could only see the silhouette of half of her face.

He heard the voice again, "Yes, live." Try to live. ”

The golden light shone down, and she became blurry and hazy. He reached out with all his strength to hug her, only to find that she suddenly turned into one colorful bubble after another, and went with the waves.

He tried to hold one in his hand, and the transparent bubble reflected a colorful light, which made his eyes hurt.

"Mother."

He muttered unconsciously, as if he were crying.

The bubbles shattered and everything vanished.

He finally woke up.

He was a little stunned, he had never shouted those two words.

When he was young, Yao Shang never let him be called that, saying that it was a mortal name. With the identity of their Xiao family, they need to be called Mujun.

But he had heard his brother sit on her lap when he was young and affectionately call her "mother".

During the mortal tribulation, his mortal mother died at a very young age, and he didn't have the opportunity to call his mother.

Therefore, these two words are very unfamiliar to him, and he has never said them.

And in that dream, he shouted out so naturally.

He raised his hand and looked at the palms of his hands, which seemed to still have the residual warmth of the bubbles.

Is it a dream?

It's a dream!

He finally came to his senses and looked around. It's a somewhat wet cave, unlit, as if never seen before.

He struggled to discern it, and finally discovered through the familiar stone shape that it was the bottom of the Endless Valley, the cave that harbored the consciousness of mortals.

But what about the mortal spiritual consciousness that was originally a little dark but still bright? Where did it go?

He didn't have time to think about it, because he had someone he wanted to see more at the moment.

He hurried out of the cave, climbing the stairs of the Jiyue Hall with his hands and feet as he had done when he was still in the clouds, and he was greeted by a pair of bare feet.

He stumbled and fell to the ground. The hanging feet of Luo Tongjun after his death coincided with the one in front of him.

Is he late?

He froze, breathing so hard that he forgot to get up from the ground.

The red-clothed figure at his side held him up, "She's still alive." ”

He staggered to the edge of her bed, almost on his hands and feet.

Le Wuwu lay peacefully in the middle of the Jiyue Palace, sleeping soundly. Although her breath was steady, her face was bloodless, but for some reason she was smiling.

"How so?"

Fuso-kun had a headache.

He was persuaded by Le Wuwu and promised to help him protect the Dharma. But that's because Le Wuwu assured him that she was just weaker, and her lifespan was shorter, and she might only live a few days.

But it shouldn't be this mortal appearance with the lights running out.

He doesn't know how to explain this.

When he pushed open the door of the cave, he looked at the mortal spiritual consciousness scattered into reincarnation, and the remnants of the soul fixing needle. He knew that Le Wuwu had deceived him.

She didn't even think to explain to them, she didn't want to say goodbye at all, and she didn't want to live the rest of her life.

What she wants to do is to squeeze herself dry without a drop and ask for peace of mind.

"Do you believe me when I say the lamp is running out?"

"You think I'm a fool?"

Looking at Xiao Boran's murderous eyes, he had no choice but to make everything clear in 1510.

"I really tried to give her spiritual power, but it was as if she had closed the floodgates, and she couldn't lose half a point. I have connected the spiritual veins of the entire mountain range to her and save her life. But now we can only wait for her, for her to wake up. ”

"Will she wake up?"

"You are just recovering from a serious injury, you should be well born and recuperate, and think about how to deal with tomorrow's enemies."

"She's gone, what's the use of the enemy."

"She's working so hard just to give you a chance to live, if you abuse yourself like this, aren't you ruining her mind?"

Seeing that Xiao Boran didn't respond, Fusang Jun didn't know what to say for a while. Indeed, whether it is the awakening of Le Wuwu or the fact that they have beaten the Divine Monarch, it is just a fool's dream.

"Five senses are lost, she originally had two senses, and now." Thinking about worry-free, Xiao Boran felt desolate in his heart. She was supposed to be the pride of the sky, the reincarnation of the goddess, but she was criticized since she was a child, and even her spiritual power was sealed in the ruins.

Her own spiritual powers! Xiao Boran was pleasantly surprised to find that he had overlooked something. "Our spiritual power can't do it, maybe her own can."

"What her spiritual powers?" Fusang-jun felt that he must be crazy, and it was clear that she had just made it clear that her spiritual power and bloodline were used to save him and save those mortals.

But Xiao Boran struggled to get up as if he had grasped a life-saving straw and ran out, nowhere to be found.

Fusang Jun waited until the sun set to the west, and there was no sign of Xiao Bo dyeing back. I couldn't help but panic a little in my heart, what should I do when the Divine Monarch arrives tomorrow? In this way, because of this half-dead happiness, he used the entire Endless Valley to bear the wrath of the Divine Monarch?

When I think about it, I don't think it's worth it.

But to say that it would be a little unrighteous to let yourself leave her and run away like this.

So he spent the night there, telling himself that if he didn't come back in the morning, he would run away.

Anyway, when the Divine Venerable comes, he will either save or kill, or at worst, he will die. Over there, she was happy to worry about her own life.

But after the rooster crowed three times, what he was waiting for was not Xiao Boran, but Le Wuwu's eyelashes flickering slightly.

She's waking up.