Chapter 189

The light around is strange and colorful.

A feeling of weightlessness came.

But the feeling lasted only a few breaths.

Then the surrounding scenery changed greatly, and Lu Qingshan's eyes lit up.

This is an extremely bright world.

The fresh air is blowing in the face, and the full-bodied vitality fills the whole world, a piece of beauty and beauty.

Because of the extra vitality, the surrounding plants grow very tall.

The thick and thin old rattan of the bucket hovered over the thick ancient trees surrounded by four or five people, and even the wild grass and flowers were lush enough to be one person high.

Compared with the dark and pale Lingyuan, it is like a paradise on earth and a beautiful divine land.

"It's really random transmission," Lu Qingshan murmured.

Around where they landed, all plants were like new life, and there was no trace of the man-made destruction.

But the Dragon demon king, Jiao Yan, Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan clearly fell into the spiritual abyss not long ago. If they were sent at a fixed point, it would not be so clean here, nor could there be no trace left.

Next, the first problem he wants to solve is to find Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan.

Fortunately, Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan held hands tightly when they fell into the spiritual abyss, so according to common sense, they should fall in the same place.

Lu Qingshan only hoped that he was not too far away from the place where Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan fell.

His current position is halfway up a mountain.

"First go to the top and see what's going on here," Lu Qingshan said.

"Good," Qin Yitian remarked.

......

A few hours ago.

This is a fiery red magma world, the scene is like the end.

The ground is cracked, and cracks are intertwined like earthworms.

Through these cracks, we can see the red magma flowing slowly.

In the rear, there is a huge crater with continuous ash smoke.

In this desolate place, on an open space, lay a young man with a whole body of fire. Next to him, stood a middle-aged man.

It is Mo Yan and Xue Zhuyong.

On Mo Yan's body, red and blue different fires are distinct, each accounting for half of his body.

Red lotus fire and cold spirit fire fight with Mo Yan's body as the battlefield.

Xue Zhuyong stood aside, his face extremely ugly.

He has released his divine sense to explore Mo Yan's whole body.

Mo Yan's situation is much worse than it seems, because not only the surface of his body, but also his body is full of cold spirit fire and red lotus fire at the moment.

The meridians began to shrink under the burning of two different fires, and the spiritual power in his elixir field turned into nothingness under the high temperature of two different fires.

This is the sequela of rash fusion of different fires.

Even though Mo Yan, as a burning body, has incomparable affinity with different fires, he can't bear the tyrannical power of two different fires in the foundation building stage.

So just for a moment, the two different fires are all out of control.

And Mo Yan, who has been completely burned, has no ability to control these two different fires again to stop them from fighting.

Because of pain, Mo Yan's facial muscles have been twitching.

Xue Zhuyong was anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Because at this time, although the two different fires are competing, they fall into a very strange balance for the time being because they come from the same source and come from Mo Yan's body.

At this time, if external forces participate in it, it will break this balance and let Mo Yan's different fire break out directly. Mo Yan will turn into ashes at the moment when the different fire force breaks out.

Suddenly, Mo Yan's fingers trembled slightly.

Xue Zhuyong, who has been paying attention to Mo Yan, is in a state of mind.

After a few breaths, Mo Yan's tightly closed eyes moved back and forth and slowly opened them.

Xue Zhuyong's face full of tension came into Mo Yan's eyes.

Mo Yan had some doubts in his eyes. He looked complex and asked, "elder... Who is it?"

Xue Zhuyong was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.

He knew very well that the meaning of Mo Yan's question was not to ask his name.

What Mo Yan cares about is his identity.

"Regardless of the danger of life and death, senior rushed into the Lingyuan to save me, so that I could achieve this... My mother should be the only one in the world, but senior behaved like this... Cough..." Mo Yan gasped for breath and said: "now I am in this state, senior, just take this as my last wish and give me a definite reply, OK?"

"I... want to know the truth."

Mo Yan's voice is very weak. His current state is the remnant lamp end temple, which may fall at any time.

Facing Mo Yan's burning eyes, Xue Zhuyong's face turned green and white. After a moment, he finally sighed and said softly, "let me tell you a story about me."

"All ears." Mo Yan said calmly.

"I've never seen my father since I was very young. I've always depended on my mother." Mo Yan's face showed the color of memory. "My mother worked very hard to support me. During the day, she had to help cook in the restaurant near her home in exchange for pay to support the family, but she didn't trust to leave me at home, so she took me to the back kitchen of the restaurant.

Because there is no father, my mother is very good-looking. The men in the kitchen often make fun of my mother intentionally or unintentionally, while the women keep gossiping. In my face, they say that I was born by a wild man. I am a wild species, so I don't have a mother.

My mother knew all these things. She was very angry, but for that meager reward, she could only endure all this silently.

At that time, I often found that in the middle of the night, my mother would curl up in the corner of the bed and cry silently.

I am not sensible, because of those gossip and the ridicule of others, but I also secretly blame her in my heart. Therefore, when I found her crying, I just pretended to be asleep and didn't hear it.

Finally, one winter day, my mother, who had become thinner and thinner because of fatigue, did not go to the restaurant to help cook that day.

She just sat by the bed and sat quietly. She didn't know what she was thinking. After sitting for a long time, she held out her hand and held my hand. "Xue Zhuyong's face showed an extremely painful look, and her voice began to choke." her hand is small, rough, but very warm.

She stared at me with complex eyes, attachment, pain and many things I couldn't understand.

After a long time, my mother suddenly said to me, "no matter what, we should live well and live well."

"Then she gave me some broken silver and asked me to go out and buy something delicious."

"I didn't think much. I took the broken silver and ran out of the house and into the street.

But I never thought that it would be the last side between me and my mother. "Xue Zhuyong had already burst into tears." what I hated most at that time was the night when there was no one. She curled up in bed and cried silently, but now I think I should hug her at that time. "

Xue Zhuyong looked at Mo Yan's dead face and said softly, "later, I learned a truth. For your favorite relatives, don't be stingy when you still have the opportunity to hug her.

What's the use of regretting when there's no chance? "

"So, when I knew that I still had a son," Xue Zhuyong gradually calmed down and told as if it was none of his business. "Even if I had never contacted him, I didn't hesitate to save him even if I didn't want my life.

Because I... Don't want to regret it again. "