With the blood spurting out, Mu Xiao's pupils also began to exude the aura of death.

He was lying on the bed, his face was pale and almost transparent, the bitterness at the corners of his mouth slowly spread on his face, the peony flowers that bloomed at the bedside in the past were also weakly yellow, and the rain outside the window drifted in from outside, obliquely imprinted on the floor, shining, as if mocking the accelerated passage of life, laughing at her paleness......

On the bed, Mo Yan's hand was on his father's body, he quietly stared at the room shrouded in night, his heart was throbbing, his father loved him so much on weekdays, and there were even many things that had not been done together, but now, he was ......

Time stands still...... At that moment, time seemed to have stopped......

Mo Yan turned his head and stared deeply at his father, that glance contained too much, and he was reluctant to ...... Attachment......

"Yan'er, father...... My father can no longer accompany you, and the great plans of the human world will be entrusted to you in the future. He spoke softly, his eyes lowered.

Although Mu Xiao is terminally ill, he still can't let go of his son, let alone Lan'er, although he is very unfilial this time, but Mu Xiao knows that Mo Lan also has unspeakable secrets.

"Father...... Don't say that. Mo Yan said with tears in his eyes.

"Child, don't be sad, Daddy has a long life, and most of the people who have entered the earth, once you fall into the forbidden art of the human world, it is impossible to turn back. ”

"No, I'll heal you!"

Mo Yan looked at his father firmly, constantly urging the power of the fire god in his body, trying to help his father restore the aura in his body.

Mu Xiao smiled, at that moment, the past emerged.

"You're so stupid...... You're only going to make your magic weaker. He sighed softly.

"I ...... I'll be able to do it!"

Mo Yan raised his head and looked at him like that......

"Don't bother kid! you're doing this in vain, relying on your own magic for only as long as you can last. ”

"Even if it's for a second, I'll hold on!"

With the sound of the clang, a large amount of agile aura poured into Mu Xiao's body.

"Remember to help me take care of Jing'er, he is still young and doesn't understand anything, you have to be more considerate and give him a little more care. ”

Mo Yan didn't have time to answer his father at this moment, the tears in the corners of his eyes and the magic he urged seemed to merge together.

Mo Yan and Mu Xiao sat quietly on the bed like this, the red aura of the god of fire tightly wrapped the two of them, and the tears that fell were as crystal as rubies under the red breath.

Mu Xiao suddenly raised a smile, as if returning to the light, and the past kept coming to his mind.

The peony flowers that bloom all over the human world, his wife is followed by Mo Yan and Mo Lan, his wife is still that beautiful and moving, and his eyes seem to see the beautiful girl of the year, slowly walking towards him in the fine sunlight flying in the sky.

That kind of good memory seems to make the illness less haggard, but makes him a little more calm after the wind and frost. It's like the mellow old wine over the years, and the taste is getting stronger.

"Father, are you better?" Mo Yan saw that his father seemed to be better, and his face looked like a snow lotus blooming leisurely on a snowy mountain, without sorrow or joy.

But Mo Yan didn't know that his father hadn't improved at all, and when he saw his father's face, his heart felt like he had been thrown into a small stone, causing ripples. When I touched my chest, the rhythm of the throbbing of my chest was messed up for no reason.

"Father, I see that your face seems to be better, is it a little better after magic recovery?" Mo Yan's expression was uncertain, because he was bent on helping his father recover his spiritual power, it was a kind of family affection that was entangled and integrated into the blood and bones, and it seemed that it was inseparable!

However, after two consecutive inquiries, the father did not answer, but stood upright.

"Father, father?" for some reason, he could feel his father's faint breathing, but he didn't say a word.

"Child...... Child, it's okay, it's okay, my father is not dead. The mellow voice overflowed from the slightly pale thin lips, still as flamboyant and presumptuous as it was back then.

"Father, you are not allowed to die, you know!" Mo Yan's voice was originally shallow, but it was a little hoarse.

"If the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, how can he keep you until the fifth watch? Mu Xiao's weak voice said, and his expression softened unconsciously.

"Then is there anything you want me to do?" Mo Yan said, his eyes a little afraid to look directly, he was afraid that his heart would be disturbed.

"Help me take good care of Jing'er, help me take care of this world. His frail body didn't seem to support him to say so much, but he was still calm.

Mu Xiao's 10 sentences are inseparable from 1 sentence of Mojing, you must know how favored this only emperor and grandson is, and how much he cares about him.

"Good. I don't know how much courage it took to say that.

But Mo Yan knew that he still couldn't let go of this human world that was working hard. No matter how much he pretended, this beating heart had already betrayed him.

"Ah~"

Maybe it was to the last moment, maybe it was the concern in his heart that had some sustenance, Mu Xiao's body was tumbling with qi and blood, that powerful forbidden technique broke through the defense line, broke through the last spiritual defense line, and a huge magic shock wave shook away from Mu Xiao's side, shaking the ink flame a few meters away alive and flying off the bed.

At this moment, the room was filled with the smell of death, as if everything was withering, and the pale and weak walls could not stop it.

"Father's !!!!!!"

At this moment, it seems that words are as light as goose feathers. Fluttering into the heart, but so powerful.

Mu Xiao's heart that he can't let go of this human world, at this moment, is completely let go, maybe the next thing is eternal separation.

Mo Yan looked at his father who was lying on the bed, and shouted heartbreakingly.

Suddenly, the corners of Mu Xiao's mouth hooked up the last faint smile, and just like that, his eyes closed......

Mo Yan was startled, quickly got up, and held his father's hand, but it was in vain...... Feeling the residual warmth in his palm, his face was pale, and he was stunned in decadence......

At that time, the night was shattered and scattered like those memories......

Countless soul stars floated up from Mu Xiao's body and slowly drifted away with time.

"Silly boy, don't feel sorry for me, the human world will depend on you to continue to maintain in the future, maybe you will make this world better, forgive me for my powerlessness, I can't go on with you......"

Mo Yan tried to grasp the flying star with his hand, but he grabbed it in the air, and the star passed through his fingers......

Mu Xiao left like this, since my father can't spend countless tomorrows with me, then let's live today hard!

The moment Mu Xiao closed his eyes, he would smile and say, "Silly boy, you have many years to come, in this world, people's hearts are sinister. Father only hopes that you two brothers can be well, don't cry, I didn't leave, I just live in your heart......"